Chapter16: Good Morning

Chapter 16: Good Morning
Sydney
The early fall sun breaks through the curtains and hits my eyes. I bury my face into my pillow. My senses are filled with the warm, calming scent of sandalwood and lavender. I pull my pillow closer, and it's so heavy. Wait, did my pillow move? I slowly open my eyes and find myself lying on a firm chest with arms wrapped around me. I look up, and I'm pulled into the deepest eyes smiling back at me. A stray curl is brushed from my cheek, and I realize this is not a dream. I freeze, the heat starts to build in my cheeks, but I can't look away from his profound gaze.
"Good morning, beautiful," Silas cranes his neck to plant a kiss on my forehead. Will all my mornings be like this? Do I deserve this luxury?
I feel Silas' hand run up my thigh and skim the bottom of my butt, and I remember I didn't put pants on last night. I jolt up and look down, letting my bed head curls cascade down to cover my blush. "Ummmm… Good morning… I'm sorry for sleeping on your chest." I act like I'm brushing my curls from my cheek, but I'm actually checking for drool. If I drooled on my mate's chest the first night, I might die of humiliation.
I'm yanked out of my wandering thoughts by Silas yanking me down and flipping me on my back, having a mate as nimble and quick as I might be a problem for my heart. He has me pinned to the bed, my t-shirt leaving nothing to the imagination as it has ridden up to my boobs, exposing my black panties. I watch his eyes devour my body, and I feel a sense of excitement I never felt before; I like it. "Someone's not wearing a bra." He muses before pushing the rest of my shirt up over my boobs and attacking my chest with his mouth.
The way he plays with my nipple with his tongue makes my back arch and legs wrap around him. He's just wearing boxer briefs; I can't stop my hips from grinding into his already throbbing dick. It feels so good. His giant hand goes under my ass, and he pulls my lower half closer, and I swear he's even harder. I have never wanted anyone or wondered what it would be like, but I want him. I pull his head away from my chest and pull it to my face.
Silas' kiss is greedy, and it makes me greedy as well. He loosened his grip on my ass and set it back down on the bed. I feel his hand on my inner thigh, and I get goosebumps. He lightly runs his fingers up and down on the outside of my panties. Silas' lips swallow my gasp as his kiss goes from greedy to needy. It feels like if he doesn't kiss me, he might disappear. Uncontrollable moans escape; my whole body is tingling all over. With every touch and kiss, I feel myself getting louder and louder.
Si pulls away, and I'm panting and wondering if I did something wrong. I watch those captivating dark eyes stare down at me. I'm completely at his mercy, I'm a disheveled mess, but I don't care. The way he looks at me like I'm the only one alive in the whole world breaks my resolve and reasoning. He leans down to my ear. I feel his breath on my neck, making my blood run hot. What did this man do to me? He whispers, "If you keep making those noises, I won't be able to hold myself back."
I gasp, letting out a breathy moan as he licks and nips my neck. Then I feel his finger slip under my panties, and I think I might explode. My back arches and I fist the sheets as I feel his finger roam my lower lips. His gentle touch and his needy kiss break my last thread of control snapping, and I let go giving Silas free range over my body.
It's like Silas felt the snap because he is right at my entrance, and he nips exactly where he'll mark me. The sensation mixed with him touching my pussy makes me dig my nails into his back. A low sexy growl rumbles from his chest, and I giggle. This man makes me giggle!
He's rubbing my clit, and my toes curl; I can feel his fingers separate my folds. If we keep going, I have a feeling we will mate and mark each other. My body feels ready; Thora is ready, but am I? My eyes close, and I'm blanketed in his scent, the feel of his body on mine and his hand gently caressing me. My moans deepen, and Silas retakes my lips. I feel his heartbeat with mine.
*Knock, Knock, Knock*
We both freeze, and my eyes shoot open. Seriously right now! I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart before addressing the interruption. "What is it?" I couldn't hide the annoyance no matter how hard I tried.
"Alpha Sydney, Lumiere Silas, we need to interview the patrol from last night and finish our investigation into the rogue attack.
Silas drops his head to my shoulder, and we both groan. I guess responsibilities take precedence. "I'll be right down."
Silas rolls off me and the bed. "Give us about 15 minutes." He points down at his strained boxer briefs, and I giggle again. What is happening to me?
"We'll be waiting." I hear Gideon walk down the hall and away from our door.
"Duty calls. Damn, what am I going to do with this thing?" I guess this is a bigger deal than I realized. "I guess a cold shower it is." He runs his hand through his short hair and turns to go to the bathroom.
I've yet to have a good look at Silas' back. I notice two scars on the right side of his back, both about an inch long. It's odd werewolves don't scar easily. It has to be heavy trauma to leave scars on our bodies. If you are a healthy wolf, that is. I knew Silas was a warrior and one of the best, so how did he get those scars?
I stand up and walk over to him and reach out to touch them. He jumps and turns around and grabs my hand. It was so fast I didn't have time to react; I'm never off guard, but his reaction was protective. It surprised me. "Si, how did you get those scars on your back?"
His grip tightens on my wrist, and I can see him visibly tense. This is not a pleasant memory but, I guessed that already. You don't have scars like that, and something good happened. He looks deep into my eyes, and all I want to do is tell him it's OK, he can tell me, but I feel I need to be quiet and let him decide it on his own.
"The Night of Raids I fought four wolves attacking pups at one of the off-pack facilities. One of them got the jump on me and stabbed me with a silver knife." He pauses, and I see flashes of blue in his eyes. This was a deep wound to both him and his wolf. I get the feeling it was more than what he's saying. "These scars remind me of the pups I saved and the ones that I was too late to. I'm taking a shower first." I just nod. He releases my wrist and goes straight to the bathroom.
I sit down on the edge of the bed. I thought Silas was this unguarded white knight type which annoyed me. I didn't need saving. What was all that BS about acting like a victim and being a survivor? It's clear to me he's hiding behind this nice guy smile. What really happened to him that night? I know it changed me in more ways than one, not just because I became the Alpha or the perceptions others have of me, but it changed who I was. It's like it scrabbed my DNA because I know I will never be the same. It must be the same for Silas. Will, we ever get to the point we can talk about it to each other? Or will we just keep shoving it down for no one to see and hope it doesn't drive us insane?