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

very slowly slide my thong down my thighs, my eyes observing his facial expressions as

Zane removing

to sit on his lap again, this time with my back to his chest as I straddle him.His

one of his hands over

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

to finger me, I slide my hand over his and interlock our

How much I love the way you say my name just

richness, especially when you’re just waking up...Sometimes I think about your voice when I’m alone in the shower, imagining you whispering my name

you moan my name," I add in a whisper, as

only one who will ever make you moan my name." I turn my head to look at him, mesmerized by the beautiful brown eyes

he stammers, his words

am still straddling him but now facing him, his cheeks almost the shade of rubies.I gently hold his

gently nibbling

slow, baby.Take your

lips opening and

I take his hand and slide it

wet your

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

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

on his stomach and wraps an arm around my thigh while

I feel his

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

f**k yes, Zane, just

when he moves his tongue

like that.Just

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

closes his lips over my throbbing button, however, I damn near lose my mind, throwing my head

stop! Don’t stop!" I plead as

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

"No wait-"

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

skin tingles as he slides his hand up my spine

his tip and rubs it up and down my

his thick shaft inside

my fingers digging into

I cry into the mattress when he forcefully pounds

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

into the mattress with every thrust, while his other

my climax, my legs turning

and a knock at the door, however,

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

are you awake?" Kota calls out, once again knocking on

in confusion, blinking furiously to make

wonder to myself

his eyes wide in shock and

ask before it hits

his fantasy...My entire body tingles with

"Zane..." I whisper.

respond, he slowly nods his head at me,

"Mommy?" Kota calls out.

"Mommy are you there?"

on!" I call back, quickly

get there," I

"I promise."

"**Zanet** 

as I put the last of the breakfast dishes away.My stupid wolf has

should be thanking

see how excited she

now expecting me

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

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

move and this beautiful fantasy will all fade away into

the morning for me to get philosophical, Grayson mumbles.it’s almost noon, I reply, Grayson responding with a loud groan desires? He

ever punished you?

her patience whenever you get stuck?