The Alpha's Instinct (Boyxboy)

Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fifteen

Dallas

I woke up happy. Happier than I've been in a long time. My eyes fluttered open and were greeted by the delicate features of Troye's sleeping face that was plastered on my chest. My brain began to come to life, remembering the circumstances of our current position. The happiness inside of me began to deflate when I realized Troye would be taken away from me shortly, all because I said something stupid. Sam didn't realize how much pain he was putting me through by not allowing Troye to see me. God I hate to admit it, but I've become dependent on him. On his soothing presence. Its almost like I cant be an alpha without it.

Troye's soft grumbles disrupted me from my depressing thoughts and inflated that balloon of happiness inside me just from hearing his voice. I knew he was awake, but he hadn't opened his eyes. He remained on my chest, snuggling closer to me. I nudged his head away from me so I could gain access to his body easier. I nuzzled his neck and began to press small kisses along it. He moaned-still sleepy-as I worked my way down. His noise excited and ignited me, the sadness from earlier replaced with desire.

I began sucking on his neck after just kissing it wasn't enough anymore. He stiffened underneath me.

"Dal..." he tried to stop my pursuit but his sleepy voice only heightened my will to continue. So I did.

"Dallas!" He shouted more aggressively this time, lightly shoving me off him. I detached myself from his neck and propped myself up, grinning down at his blushing face.

"What's wrong pup?" I asked, still grinning madly.

He groaned and tried to push my hovering form away, but I was not going anywhere. He pushed harder but I still didn't move.

His hands fell back at his sides and he huffed. "Fine, you can continue. Just please no hickeys or I swear I will punch you in the face."

I chuckled at his serious stare but instantly took him up on the offer anyways, resuming my place at his neck. Although this time I was gentle. I slowly pulled his waist into me making sure we were as close as possible. I always had to be close to him. Then I slid my hand along his naked back and traced my fingers along his spine, my lips pressing light kisses along his jaw line.

Troye sat there shivering at my touch and giving off low moans at all the right times. But then he spoke. His voice low, almost a whisper.

"Why are you doing this Dallas?"

There was no playful tone, no special nicknames. He sounded genuinely concerned and almost hurt. I internally slapped myself. Did I seriously fuck up again?

I pulled away from him slightly and looked into his eyes. "Doing what?" I asked with the most confusion I could muster.

He sighed. "Why are you... touching me like this?" His voice was barely a whisper but I realized it wasn't me he was mad at.

"Because Troye! You deserve to be touched and loved and kissed because you are the best and most caring person I know!"

Redness began to creep across his cheeks and he bit his lip to keep from smiling. He glanced over at me as if asking "are you sure?"

I smiled reassuringly and leaned over him. "You deserve endless touches," I began, tracing my finger along his jaw. "and endless kisses," I continued, pressing my lips to his neck as he giggled. "And endless love. So that is why I'm doing this pup."

He looked up at me with a lazy grin, both of us completely content. Seeing Troye smile was like adrenaline coursing through my veins.

We looked at each other-still smiling-for another minute or so. We were now lying side by side in Troye's bed, both of us half naked from the night before.