The Alpha’s Slave

S POV

“Breathe with me, Catherine,” my voice was calm and soothing as I held her in my arms. “Like before, take in deep breaths and let them out slowly.”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

She was as pale as a wilting flower. Her skin was almost as white as snow – just like Brianna’s this morning when she was unconscious. Catherine was struggling to keep her eyes open, flickering them like candle lights amid a gentle breeze, to the extent I thought she’ll pass out at any second.

The only time I had seen her like that was during her father’s funeral. That was when she had her first panic attack.

Her father’s casket was opened for friends and family to come and pay their last respect and say their final goodbyes. When it was our turn, she suddenly broke down. Her skin was cold and turned red as she struggled to breathe. It took me and the paramedics that arrived more than twenty minutes to stabilize her and make her feel better.

Ever since she hadn’t had any other case until today.

As I demonstrated slow, deep breaths, my chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. Like a child, she struggled to keep up, her flickering gaze on me as she followed the rhythm of my chest movements ardently.

With time, her rapid heartbeat began to slow, and the tightness in her chest eased. Her eyes although red and glistening with moisture were no longer flickering.

As her breaths steadied, she rose feebly to her feet, holding onto me for support as I guarded her to the cushioned stool of her vanity table.

“How are you feeling now?” I asked as I led her down.

“Better,” she breathed out. “I need water.”

Rushing to the porcelain pitcher and a matching cup on a small table by the corner of the room, I filled the cup with water. But not to the tip and headed back to her.

“Here,” I whispered as I handed it to her. “Take your time.”

Nodding, she collected the glass and took it in small, delicate sips till she was satisfied. I collected the glass from her and kept it back on the table before returning it to her.

“I’m sorry,” her small voice grew heavy with sobs as she lowered her head. “I didn’t mean to scare and stress you like that.”

“It’s nothing, okay?” I held her shoulder and crouched down to meet her face. “You don’t have to be sorry. It wasn’t your fault. I’m your husband and I should always be here for you whenever you need me.”

Raising her head, she threw herself at me and pressed her body tightly against mine, digging her face into the base of my neck and wetting it with her tears.

“Okay,” I pulled away slightly and cupped her tear-stained cheek. “Now get some rest. You really need it.”

Standing and adjusting myself, I wanted to make my way to the door. But she held me back.

“Are you leaving me?” She squeaked. She looked and sounded so frail. So flimsy. Like a defenceless kitten. It made me wonder if she was the same fierce, feisty Catherine I knew.

“Yes…I need to go check on-” The mystery in her watery eyes beckoned on me irresistibly, cutting my words short. They begged me to stay. Begged me to be with her. Begged me not to leave her alone even for a second.

But I needed to go check on Brianna. She was greatly troubled when I left her room to chase after Catherine. She must be feeling guilty and responsible for what had happened.

I needed to go comfort her. To tell her not to worry that everything was fine. I wanted to tuck myself beside her on her bed. Guard her and let her fall asleep in my embrace.

But seeing Catherine in such a state. All weak and defenceless made me rethink all that. Seeing her like that reminded me of my dead parents. Her dead parents. It made me remember when she broke down at her father’s funeral.

A stab of guilt buried itself deep into my chest as those memories flooded my head. What if she ends up having another panic attack If I left and something bad happens to her? I’ll never forgive myself for it. She needed me desperately. And I have to be here for her.

“Don’t worry,” I took her hand in mine, pressed it tight and stamped my lips on it. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you.”

Her gloomy face lit up with a smile as she rose unsteadily. I held the sides of her waist to support her and keep her from stumbling and falling in her heels.

“Help me take off my clothes and heels,” she muttered and it sounded more like a plead, turning so that her back faced me. She slid her long wig over her bare shoulders, making it fall along her stomach. “I want to take a shower.”

She made me take off every piece she had on – her dress, heels, wig and even her underwear to reveal her tender bareness which I hadn’t seen in weeks. Even though I found it hard to admit, her features were supple and still intact just as I remembered on the night of our wedding.

Reaching for my shirt, she attempted to undo the buttons but I held her hands.

“Not today,” I overcame a glitch. “You just had a panic attack. You need to rest.”

“Then help me rest,” she voiced. “I need you now more than ever. Please just help me shower. Like old times. I can’t do it alone in my state. I promise to not do anything you wouldn’t want.”

Her gaze was so needy. So pleading. So charming I couldn’t say no. Giving to her pleads, I let her. She undid my buttons, and feebly took off my shirt and every other piece I had on. On seeing my cock, she gasped a little and swallowed a subtle breath. Taking my hand, she guarded me to the bathroom.

She started the shower. As the water whooshed down from the showerhead in a soothing rhythm, she reached for the handle to adjust the temperature, finding the perfect balance between warm and cool water.

Still holding my hand, we stepped into the shower and let the cascading water wash over us. The initial chill of the water quickly gave way to warmth as our skin adjusted.

“Here,” she reached for a bottle of shampoo and handed it to me. “Start with my hair.”

I poured a small amount of the shampoo into my palm and began to massage it gently into her scalp, using my fingertips to work up a thick lather.

After I was done with her hair, I took the soap and began to wash her entire body, not letting my gaze or fingers linger on any part. She was blushing. Beaming all through. Loving the movement of my fingers as they trailed her body. She tilted her body a little into the downfall, letting the water rinse away the lather.

After that, I let her wash me. She had to stand on tiptoes to wash my hair. She looked at me like a hungry wolf as her soapy palms rubbed every part of my body.

“Catherine?” I lowered my gaze and called out when I noticed she was taking a longer time to wash my lower, my expression reminding her of her last words before we entered the bathroom.

“Sorry,” she snapped out of it and washed from there to my toes quickly before she rose. “I was distracted a little down there.”

“Do you remember when we used to do this?” She asked as she helped me rinse off the lather.

“Yes,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I loved every moment of it,” she said, breathing out sharply. “We should start doing it more often again.”

I just kept calm and pretended like I didn’t hear her. After she was done rinsing, I attempted to make my way out of the bathroom. But she held me back and the next I knew, she stood on tiptoes, snaked her hand against the back of my neck and pressed my face into hers, locking my lips in a tight kiss. Her kiss was desperate, possessive, hungry, starved. Like her life depended on it.

“Catherine…Catherine,” I struggled to pull away and held her shoulders. “We talked about this. Now isn’t the right time.”

“Why don’t you crave me anymore?” Her clamped lips imprisoned her sobs. “Don’t you love me like you used to?… Am I no longer attractive enough for you?”

“No…no,” I leaned closer, still holding her trembling shoulders. “Don’t say that. Now isn’t just the right time.”

Parting her lips, she started breathing hard, her chest heaving almost uncontrollably. Her sharp intake of breath caught me off-guard as goosebumps of fear popped out all over my bare wet skin. I was afraid she’ll have another panic attack. And I didn’t want that to happen.

I planted my lips back into hers, returning the kiss as desperately as she did to calm her down and satisfy her craving. The last thing I wanted was for her to have another attack.

She pressed me closer and closer like I was all she needed. Like I was her lifeline, her fingers ravaging my back.

“I want you Sebastian, I need you, please need me back,” she moaned as she pulled away slightly.

She dug her hungry mouth into the base of my neck, snuggling, sniffing, biting, licking, and kissing there before trailing down to my chest and giving it the same treatment.

Going further to my lower, she grabbed hold of my hardening cock. She ran her fingers around it, massaging the cap. My breath hitched and stammered as she did that. That was my sensitive spot and she knew it. She knew every part of me. Knew everything and everywhere that turned me on.

My pulse accelerated and my breath caught in my throat as she lowered and took me in her mouth. She took me all in. So deep the tip of my member was touching her tonsils.

Holding it in position, she started gliding effortlessly. Back and forth, the tip of her tongue caressing my cap as she momentarily threw glances at me to see my reaction. To see if I was enjoying it.

I didn’t want this. Not now. I only wanted to get to Brianna. To see her and comfort her. But Catherine wasn’t making it easy for me. We haven’t had sex in almost a month. And all this seemed somewhat new, igniting a mix of various emotions inside me.

The gagging sound she made as she took me in bounced across the walls of the bathroom, mingling with the whooshing sound of the water from the showerhead. It was turning me on the more.

As I released my cream inside her mouth, my breath halted for a moment. I thought of Brianna… She needed me…I must get to her now.