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.

as he tries to reign in his lust but I am determined

and sitting between his ankles, I very slowly slide my thong down my thighs, my eyes observing his facial

my legs a little, Zane removing the thong from

his 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

guiding one of his hands over my breast and squeezing

my throat, his other hand slowly sliding in between my thighs so that his fingers tease stroking the soft

me, I slide my hand

much I love the way you say my name just before you kiss me?" I

your voice when I’m alone in the shower, imagining you whispering my name in my ear as you f**k me senselessly," I

my name," I add in a whisper, as if it is a secret only the

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 eyes that stare back at

his words almost

still straddling him but now facing him, his cheeks

murmur, gently nibbling

slow, baby.Take your

opening

his ear as I take his hand

you want to feel how wet your ‘good morning’ already made

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

my back, propping up my legs and spreading them apart for him to access

stomach and wraps an arm around my thigh

process what is happening when I feel his tongue plunge into my folds, my

darts in and out of me in quick thrusts, my toes curling

yes, Zane, just

when he moves his tongue

baby.Just like

up on my elbows to watch him work, Zane’s eyes locking with

I damn near lose my mind, throwing my head back as the unbelievable feeling of ecstasy washes

I plead as

verge of exploding when he suddenly pulls away, a

"No wait-"

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

skin tingles as he slides his hand up my spine

up and down my wet p***y, the I want him so

his thick

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

cry into the mattress when

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

mattress with every

my climax,

knock at the

I find myself sitting back on Zane’s lap with his fingers still between my slit but a small pool of my c*m

you awake?" Kota calls out, once again

in confusion, blinking furiously to make sure I’m

wonder

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

I ask before it hits

his fantasy...My entire body tingles

"Zane..." I whisper.

I ask with Too embarrassed to respond, he slowly

"Mommy?" Kota calls out.

"Mommy are you there?"

there Kota, hold on!" I call back, quickly

get there," I

"I promise."

"**Zanet** 

my thoughts, I grumble as I put the last of the breakfast dishes away.My stupid wolf

be thanking

excited

me to rail her like in

her without panicking.I can’t...Zane, why do you get so nervous? Grayson asks with genuine

is holding you back? I have asked myself that question many times and the answer is always the same.I am so

fade away into a memory I will never

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

ever punished you? No...I

ever lost her patience whenever you get