The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Chapter 43: Mine

***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.

to reign in his lust but

my thong down my thighs, my eyes

legs a little, Zane removing the thong

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

lean my back against his chest, guiding one of

up 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

you say my name just

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, knowing his

in a whisper, as

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

stammers, his words almost

am still straddling him but now facing him, his cheeks almost the shade of

murmur, gently nibbling on

baby.Take

lips opening

I whisper in his ear as I take his

to feel how wet your ‘good morning’ already made

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

up my legs and spreading them apart for him to access my

wraps an arm around my thigh while his free

what is happening when I feel his tongue plunge into my

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

Zane, just

tongue over my clit in

baby.Just like that.Just like

myself up on my elbows to watch him work, Zane’s

my throbbing button, however, I damn near lose my mind, throwing my head

Zane.Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I plead as

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

“No wait-”

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

his hand up my spine towards my head, his finger gripping

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

he growls, thrusting his thick

the brim, my fingers digging into the sheets of the bed for

the mattress when he forcefully pounds into

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

still gripping my hair pushes my face into the mattress with every thrust, while his

feel myself approach my climax, my

a knock at the door, however, robs me of

sitting back on Zane’s lap with his fingers still between my slit but a small pool of my c*m now dripping down

calls out, once again knocking on the

in

wonder

mortified, his eyes wide in shock and his face

before it hits

his fantasy…My entire

“Zane…” I whisper.

ask with Too embarrassed to respond, he slowly nods his head at me, my excitement reaching its

“Mommy?” Kota calls out.

“Mommy are you there?”

right there Kota, hold on!” I call back, quickly leaning into Zane’s

get there,” I

“I promise.”

“**Zanet**

believe you showed her my thoughts, I grumble as I put the last

should be

how excited

wet and now expecting me to rail her like in my

can’t…Zane, why do

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

move and this beautiful fantasy will all fade away

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

ever punished

her patience