Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 0267 

Hannah 

Noah set me down on the carpeted floor of his bedroom and moved to turn on the bedside lamp. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a moment, feeling very much like a college student on her first one night stand, and looked around. 

The guest room that Noah had been occupying as of late had all the markers of him; the scent of his cologne, his rumpled clothes over the back of a chair, his leather loafers–perfectly polished and lined up beside one another–sitting by the door. 

Speaking of which… For a moment, as I looked around at the small room, my eyes flicked over to the exit. I should walk through it, I thought to myself, scratching my head. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t… 

“Hannah?” 

The sound of his voice, still gravelly and thick from sleep, pulled me out of my daze. I snapped my head around to see him standing beside the bed, the sheets rumpled. 

“Are you coming?” he asked, gesturing to the bed. 

I hesitated for a moment, but only a moment–because the moon, nearly full, showed her face from behind a cloud and shone into the room like she was peering in at us. I felt my wolf writhe in the depths of my stomach, begging me to go to him. 

And I did. 

Noah laid down, holding the blankets up for me. I took a deep breath before straddling him, my cream silk nightgown pushing up and pooling around my thighs. 

Neither of us spoke, although I think even if we did, it would have been incoherent. My mind was numb and stupid, only one thought bursting to the surface: need him. Want him. Now. 

I didn’t waste time pondering whether it was a bad idea. 

Leaning down, captured his lips against mine again, savoring the taste of his lips and tongue. So familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. 

We had done this a thousand times before on our monthly intimacy nights, but still my heart pounded a million miles a minute, and my legs trembled as I gently, slowly, lifted myself just enough to give my hand space to move down and reach into the waistband of his pajama pants. 

A soft exhale escaped him as I slipped my hand inside, stroking the warm member that was waiting for me. My other hand moved to stroke down the corded muscles of his chest, my fingertips bobbing over the dips and mounds of each ab. 

Still, he didn’t speak, not even as I began stroking up and down his already–hard member. I didn’t speak, either, just focused on keeping my mind quiet and empty and stupid. 

His left hand came up to cup my breast, his palm warm through the thin lace of my nightgown. In the chilly air of the room, my nipples were already hard, gently poking through the lace. He paused to pinch one, eliciting a shiver from me, before his forefinger slipped beneath the strap of my gown and slipped it aside. 

Chapter 0267 

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My breast fell out, almost like it had a mind of his own. His lips found it first, then his tongue, swirling around the puckered skin. I bit my lower lip and gently pushed the waistband of his pants down, cupping his exposed member in one hand while my other hand moved aside my panties. 

But before I could slip him inside, his thick arms were wrapping so tightly around my waist that I almost couldn’t breathe. Suddenly, the room tilted, and a moment later I found myself on my back with him above me. 

My eyes widened as he propped one hand up on the headboard–just like he had so many times before during our monthly intimacy nights, but it felt different now, not just an attempt to put some distance between our bodies but rather to get a good view. 

Slowly, achingly, his rough fingers trailed down the front of my body, the tip of his cock hovering just out of reach of the wetness between my legs. First my throat, then my collarbone, then my exposed breast, then the soft silk covering my belly, and then my thighs 

He lingered there, right at the apex of my thighs, and his thumb gently pulled my panties away. The elastic stretched.