The Silent Alpha

 ***Talia’** 

Zane’s eyes flicker from side to side beneath his eyelids as he sleeps, his brows furrowed and his lips pressed together as if to hold back a scream for help.I hold my breath and watch him for a moment, listening to the sound of his breathing get faster and more haggard by the second.

He then grabs a fist full of the sheets, his entire body stiffening.

Wanting to ease his fears a little, I gently graze my hand against his cheek, Zane’s body relaxing visibly beneath my touch and his breathing slowly returning to normal.

I discovered his nightmares many nights ago when he suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, panting frantically as if he had just run a marathon.

Thinking me asleep, he slowly crawled out of bed and stepped out of the room to calm himself down before returning to bed.

He comforted himself in silence, unable to bring himself to cuddle with me.

It broke my heart to see him struggle to ask for help, leaving me to wonder if he feared I would reject him for needing me.

Since that first nightmare, I have been waking up earlier than normal to watch him sleep, guarding his dreams from whatever pain he’s holding in.

Touching him seems to help so whenever I sense his uneasiness, I roll over into his arms and lay my head against his chest until he wakes up.

The girls at the clinic also experience nightmares from time to time so as a group activity, we made dream catchers this past week.

Native Americans believe all dreams, good and bad, exist in the night air and dream catchers are meant to capture them.

Bad dreams get lost in the web dreamcatcher.

I made a dreamcatcher for Zane with silver string, beads, and feathers to match his silver wolf, but I’m a bit embarrassed to show it to him.

I’m not a crafty person and the dreamcatcher is a little crooked and not the most eye pleasing but giving Zane a gift I made with my own two hands both excites and terrifies me.I just hope he likes it.

Zane suddenly begins to stir beside me and I roll over into his arms to embrace him, inhaling his scent and pressing my lips against his bare chest.

Two nights ago, Zane started sleeping shirtless and while I can tell it still makes him nervous to show me his scars, I am beyond proud to see him face his own fears.

Besides...I find his scars sexy.

"Good morning, handsome,"

I murmur into his chest, Zane going very still.

When I look up, I’m greeted by a confused smile and some very flushed cheeks.

I did not know it was possible to be turned on by a blush, but every time his cheeks turn red, I feel a tightness in my core, one that can only be satisfied with him inside me.

"M-morning Ta-Talia,"

He stammers in a shy whisper as he wipes his eyes.I can tell he senses the scent of my growing arousal by the way his blush deepens and I decide to tease him a bit.

"You can smell me, can’t you?’" l ask, pecking his collarbone and his Adam’s apple.

"N-no," he murmurs, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"I-l mean y-yes," he quickly corrects himself when I give him a stern look.

"Are you going to do something about it?" I ask, biting my lip as I look up at him innocently pulling me onto his lap as he rolls over on his back.

A lump hardens in his boxers, my core tightening at the thought of him inside me.

I wait patiently for him to make the next move, however, wanting him to be more assertive with his needs and desires and I adjust myself to sit over his erection.

"Now what?" I ask, slowly gyrating my hips in a circle and resting my arms on his shoulders.

"What would you like to do to me?" I murmur, leaning forward to suck on his bottom lip.

He surprises me when he begins to push my shirt up my torso, stopping just below my breasts.

"I want y-you to t-take off y-your shirt," He blinks, looking at my belly button to avoid my teasing grin.

"A-and y-your th-thong," He adds timidly.

Pleased that he’s making an effort, I pull my shirt over my head, my n*****s hardening as the cool morning air brushes against them.

His eyes focus on the tattoo between my breasts, Zane once again swallowing the lump in his throat as he resists the urge to touch it.

adorable as he tries to reign in his lust but

lap and sitting between his ankles, I very slowly slide my thong down

legs a little, Zane removing the thong

lap again, this time with my back to his chest as I straddle him.His fingers timidly brush away the hair off my shoulder, his lips shyly grazing

back against his chest, guiding one of his hands over my breast

ripples up my throat, his other hand slowly sliding in between my thighs so that his fingers

to encourage him to finger me, I slide

love the way you say my name just

when you’re just waking up...Sometimes I think about your voice when I’m alone in the shower, imagining you whispering my name in my ear as you f**k me senselessly," I giggle,

in a whisper, as if it is a secret only the two of

losing all control.It’s the most delicious feeling knowing I am the only one who will ever make you moan my name." I turn my head to look at

stammers, his words

now facing him, his cheeks almost the shade

murmur, gently nibbling on his

slow, baby.Take your

lips opening and

as I take his hand

how wet your ‘good morning’ already

of his fingers in between my folds, his favor, my slick pooling around him while the brown of his irises seem to darken almost

back, propping up my legs and

on his stomach and wraps an arm around my thigh while his free hand spreads apart

time to process what is happening when I feel his tongue plunge into my

me in quick thrusts, my toes curling

yes, Zane, just

when he moves his tongue over

baby.Just like

his tongue.I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him work, Zane’s eyes locking with mine as he eats

I damn near lose my mind, throwing my head back

Don’t stop!" I plead

on the verge of exploding when he suddenly pulls away, a soft whine escaping my

"No wait-"

my sentence, Zane flips me over my stomach, pushing me up on my knees so that my bare ass sits up in the air.I yelp when I

up my spine towards my head, his finger gripping my

rubs it up and down my wet p***y, the I

his thick shaft

me up to the brim, my fingers digging into the sheets of the bed for support

I cry into the mattress when he forcefully pounds into

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

face into the mattress with every thrust, while his other

I feel myself approach my climax, my legs turning to jelly

knock at the door, however, robs me of my

with his fingers still between my slit but a small pool of my

Kota calls out, once again knocking

I come in?" I look around the room in

allup?  I wonder to myself when Zane suddenly

looks completely mortified, his eyes wide in shock and his face

ask before

fantasy...My entire body tingles

"Zane..." I whisper.

embarrassed to respond, he

"Mommy?" Kota calls out.

"Mommy are you there?"

on!" I call back, quickly

day...we'll get there,"

"I promise."

"**Zanet** 

grumble as I put the last of the breakfast dishes away.My stupid wolf has been very pleased with himself

should be thanking

see how excited

soaking wet! Soaking wet and now expecting me to rail her

her without panicking.I can’t...Zane, why do you get so

have asked myself that question many times and the answer is always the same.I am so happy

will all fade away into a memory I will never

too early in the morning for me to get philosophical, Grayson mumbles.it’s almost noon, I reply, Grayson responding with a loud groan

she ever punished you?

ever lost her patience whenever you get