Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah)

Hannah swallowed hard and trailed her fingernails down his spine. "We'll have to be quiet tonight, you know. For Melody's sake."

Noah nodded as he pushed a little deeper, savoring every inch of himself plunging into her warmth.

It wasn't just Melody-this house was full to the brim. Her sister and her baby, both of her parents, Viona (and Noah was pretty certain that Drake was staying with Viona tonight), her security team...

Already, Noah was longing for the days when he could have Hannah all to himself, back in their old home.

Hell, maybe someday he could convince her to move back in with him there.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Where he could keep her safe, with no need for security at every door.

His little Alpha.

But that could wait. For now, he was only focused on one thing: the feeling of her tightening around him.

"Don't worry," he finally whispered in her ear. "At the party, I wanted to show the world that I had you, that you had me-but tonight, I only want to keep you to myself."

When he finally pushed himself in until he could go no further, he began slowly, painstakingly grinding his hips back and forth. Hannah arched her low back away from the bed, giving him deeper access, even more so as she gripped her thighs with her hands and gently pulled them back.

They had done this so many times before-on their intimacy nights. Noah's mind may have been altered, but he did remember those nights. Even when they hated each other, the sex had always been good.

'But there was something different about tonight. Something that they hadn't even felt between each other when things had been good for a little while before the divorce.

No... There was something else at play here.

Those threads.

As their movements became more frenzied, he looped one arm around her slender waist and pulled her up into his lap. She threw her arms around his neck and ground her hips in circles against him, her soft whimpers and moans like music to his ears.

With her name on his own lips, he dug his fingers into her thighs, tugging her closer against him. She nearly cried out, but he quickly muffled the sound with his mouth, plunging his tongue in to taste every bit

of her.

Never again, Noah thought as she bit and sucked his lower lip. He'd never let go of her again. No one could get in the way of them anymore.

And if they tried, he might just have to kill them.

Unable to control the thought, Noah let out a low growl that raised goosebumps on Hannah's arms and shoulders. He slipped one of those shoulders into his mouth, gently nipping her exposed skin until she was having to clamp her hand over her lips to keep herself from crying out. Their movements grew to a record high. He yanked her closer, growls muffled against her shoulder as he

felt himself nearing the edge. Hannah practically went limp with pleasure in his arms, a panting and whimpering little mess, and he held that mess close against his body as he fell backwards and thrust himself into her from below. "Mate," his wolf growled as they finally cracked on each other. "Mate..."

When they finally stilled, chests rising and falling and breath coming out in short gasps, Noah tangled his fingers in her hair and shut his eyes.

He'd felt it that night when they'd played frisbee-that reforming of their bond, thread by thread.

And he felt it now, tonight, beneath the light of the moon.

Noah knew, as he felt that bond rebuilding between their hearts, that it didn't matter why the Moon Goddess had given Hannah a second chance at life.

All that mattered was that she had.

And for that, Noah would forever be grateful.

Today's Bonus Offer

X

GET IT NOW