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

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

removing the thong from my

as I straddle him.His fingers timidly brush away the hair off my shoulder, his lips shyly grazing my bare

against his chest, guiding one of his hands

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

me, I slide my hand

you how much I love your voice? How much I love the way you say my name just before you kiss me?" I murmur as I sway my hips against

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

add in a whisper, as

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

his

facing him, his cheeks almost the shade of rubies.I

murmur, gently nibbling on

slow, baby.Take your

swallows hard, his lips opening and closing as

whisper in his ear as I take

how wet your ‘good morning’ already

his fingers in between my folds, his favor, my slick pooling around him while the brown

onto my back, propping up my legs and spreading

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

his tongue plunge into my folds, my back

of me in quick

f**k yes, Zane,

he moves his tongue over my clit in

baby.Just like

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

my throbbing button, however, I damn near lose my mind, throwing my head back as the unbelievable

stop! Don’t stop!" I plead as

of exploding when he suddenly pulls away, a

"No wait-"

bare ass sits up

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

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

his thick shaft

him fill me up to the brim, my fingers

I cry into the mattress when he

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

gripping my hair pushes my face into the mattress with every

feel myself approach my

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

lap with his fingers still between my slit but

calls out, once

come in?" I look around the room in confusion, blinking furiously to

I wonder to myself

completely mortified, his eyes wide in shock and his

before

was his fantasy...My entire

"Zane..." I whisper.

I ask with Too embarrassed to respond, he slowly

"Mommy?" Kota calls out.

"Mommy are you there?"

be right there Kota, hold on!" I call back, quickly leaning into

get

"I promise."

"**Zanet** 

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

should be thanking

how excited she was? Grayson

wet and now expecting me to rail her like in my

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

the same.I am so happy with her and I’m worried

beautiful fantasy will all fade away into a memory

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

ever punished you?

lost her patience whenever you get