<b>“</b><b>So</b>, young Alpha, tell me about yourself,” I say to Noah.
He shrugs. “There’s not much to tell. My mother died a couple <b>of </b>years ago. My father is ready to retire and I’m about to turn eighteen and take over the pack… if I pass this semester, of course,” he says sheepishly.
He’s cute, but I see the underlying sadness in his eyes. He’s got a sweetness to him and from what Sylvie and Mia told me, he’s honest and wants to seed based on his own merits which I respect.
“Tell me about your mother. What was she like?” <b>I </b>ask.
He was a momma’s boy. That doesn’t surprise me. Based on what he tells me, I’m guessing she showered him with love and affection and when she died, it left a gaping hole in his heart and in his life.
When he turns the conversation to me, I let him, telling him all about my ne.. granddaughter. Surprisingly, he focuses on me as if my story is the most exciting thing he’s ever heard. He asks questions andments on my family. He’s either learning quickly in the Communication ss, or he’s very interested in babies, which in my experience, no young Alpha is until the baby is theirs.
After dinner, I watch as a smaller than average number of
tokens are handed out. I remember hell week always being light when it came to tokens.
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When James releases everyone, I turn back to Noah.
“When would you like to start getting caught up, Noah?” I ask
him.
“Uh, as soon as you’re ready, Luna.”
“How about tonight then?”
“Really?” he asks.
“You have a week’s worth of practice to get caught up on and only eight weeks until this semester is over. Time is of the essence, Noah.”
“Yeah, that would be great. Did you want toe to my room, or we could go to the ssroom,” he says.
“Let’s go to the ssroom. It’s been a couple of years since I was on one of those tables. It would probably help me, which will help you, if I start to feelfortable in the open space of ssroom. How about twenty minutes?<b>” </b>
“Great, I’ll see you there,” he says, looking excited to start. Well, that’s positive. Some young Alphas have a problem working with an olc woman, but Noah doesn’t seem bothered.
I take a quick shower and head to the ssroom. When I get there, Noah is already there.
“I turned the warmer,on, Luna, but you’ll have to tell me if it’s too warm for you.”
He’s either very nervous, or he’s a people pleaser.
I put my robe on the hanger andy on my back.
Oh uh, we <b>started </b><b>with </b><b>everyone </b><b>on </b>their <b>stomachs </b>so <b>we </b>could learn <b>how </b>to <b>touch </b><b>you </b><b>the </b><b>way </b><b>you </b>like<b>,</b>” he says<b>, </b><b>his </b><b>eyes </b><b>hyper </b><b>focused </b><b>on </b>my face.
“I’m very <b>vocal </b>about what I like and don’t like, young Alpha. And <b>as </b>I said, we need to get you caught <b>up</b>. You can still massage <b>me </b>this way,” I tell him, closing my eyes.
When he doesn’t move, I open them again.
“Noah, I’m not going to make any false allegations against you. If you do anything that I don’t like, believe me, you’ll be the first one to know. You don’t have to worry about touching me.”
“It’s not that, Luna,” he says, looking at the floor.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he does have a problem with older
women.
“Noah, you don’t have to find me attractive to give me the orgasms needed to pass this ss.”
“It’s not that either, Luna,” he says, still not looking at me.
“Then you’re going to have to help me out here, Noah. What’s going on?”
He looks at me as if he’s about to confess some hideous sin.
“I think you’re sexy as fuck and I’m afraid I’m going to blow my load in my pants if I touch you and then you’ll be disgusted and not want me to touch you again,” he says, the words rushing out. as if he’s afraid if he doesn’t get it out quickly that he won’t be able to say it.
I choke on theugh that threatens to bubble past my lips.
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clear <b>my </b><b>throat</b>, <b>then </b><b>reach </b><b>out </b><b>to </b>sp his wrist. “<b>Well</b>, Noah, I <b>promise </b>not to take offense <b>If </b><b>you </b><b>get </b>off while touching me<b>, </b>if <b>you </b><b>promise not </b><b>to </b>take offense at me giving you directions <b>on </b><b>how </b><b>to </b><b>make </b>mee. And when we get to the point where we re <b>having </b><b>sex</b>, if premature ejaction is a problem, we’ll work <b>on </b>that <b>too</b>.<b>” </b>
<b>“</b><b>Yeah</b><b>?</b>” he asks, his sweet smile back in ce.
“Yes,” I say.
“Deal!”
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