The Alpha's A Mute

Twelve

Maverick
   Three more days. Three more days till Christmas. And I still didn't have anything for Silas. I groaned silently and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Vick?" Grayson sat next to me. I looked up. "What's up?" I pointed at the presents under the tree. "Still don't know what to give him?" I shook my head. Grayson pondered for a moment," I don't know what to tell you. Sorry." I groaned again and he pat my shoulder.
   I had it, the perfect gift. After wrapping the gift, I stuck it under the tree. I felt someone jump on my back as I stood up. Silas' black hair fell into my vision and I grabbed his thighs before he fell. His soft laughter met my ears and brought a small smile to my face. "Onward steed!" He said pointing towards my room.

   Silas slid from my back and pushed me on the bed. He clutched my shirt with one hand and leaned on the other. His soft, pink lips met mine and he smiled into the kiss. I cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss. Our tongues fighting for dominance. He gave in and I pushed him over.
   Silas gazed up at me with his silver orbs, his cheeks were slightly pink and he was panting. I closed my eyes and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around my neck and entangled his hands in my hair. I pulled back and he looked up at me again. His eyes soft, gentle, and filled with love.

   Silas laid on my chest, his soft breathing calming to me. I ran my hands through his hair and he hummed. He was drawing shapes against my stomach. I tightened my arms around him and silently sighed. He burrowed further into my chest and I pulled the blankets over us. I drifted off to the sound of his breathing.