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.

tries to reign in his lust but I am determined to make him lose his

I very slowly slide my thong down my

little, Zane removing the thong from my ankles

time with my back to his chest as I straddle him.His fingers

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

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

I slide

how much I love your voice? How much I love the way you say my name just before you

you whispering my name in my ear as you f**k

moan my name," I add in a whisper, as if it is

you c*m inside me after 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 him, mesmerized by the beautiful brown

stammers, his words almost

him but now facing him, his cheeks almost the shade of

nibbling on

slow, baby.Take

his lips opening and closing as he

I whisper in his ear as I take his hand and slide it in between my

feel how wet your

favor, my slick pooling

my legs and spreading them apart for him to access my

an arm around

feel his tongue plunge into my folds, my back arching

and out of me in quick

yes, Zane,

he moves his tongue over my clit in a figure

yes, baby.Just like that.Just

with every flick of his tongue.I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him work, Zane’s eyes locking with mine

he closes his lips over my throbbing button, however, I damn near lose my mind, throwing my head back as the unbelievable feeling of ecstasy washes over

I plead

on the verge of exploding when he suddenly

"No wait-"

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 feel him smack my right cheek, my c*m dripping down my

skin tingles as he slides his hand up my spine towards my head, his finger

up and down my wet p***y, the

growls, thrusting his thick shaft

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

I cry into the mattress when

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

the mattress with every thrust, while his other hand grabs

my chest as I feel myself approach my climax,

sound of Kota’s voice and a knock at the door, however, robs me of my

sitting back on Zane’s lap with his fingers still between my slit

Kota calls out, once again knocking

look around the room in confusion, blinking furiously to make

  I wonder to myself when Zane

his eyes wide in shock and

before it

entire body tingles

"Zane..." I whisper.

embarrassed to respond, he slowly nods his head at me, my

"Mommy?" Kota calls out.

"Mommy are you there?"

on!" I

get there,"

"I promise."

"**Zanet** 

her my thoughts, I grumble as I put the last of the breakfast

be

excited she was?

now expecting me to rail her like in my fantasy yI

panicking.I can’t...Zane, why do you

answer is always the same.I am so happy with her and I’m worried that I'm only

wrong move and this beautiful fantasy will all fade

in the morning for me to get philosophical, Grayson mumbles.it’s almost

ever punished you?

patience whenever you get