Page 58 of The Alpha's Heir

Missing

*** Salma ***

“When we move to our house, you can have your bedroom any way you want it. I want you to know that it is as much as your home as it is mine and Ale’s.” Ricky is worrying me. He is withdrawn and I don’t know how to make it better for him. Why the fuck didn’t papa or Dominga leave an instruction manual? I am out of my depth and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I don’t know the first thing about an eight-year-old boy and what his needs are. I keep looking about for an adult to help, but it's me… I’m the adult and it's up to me to look after Ricky. That has to start with finding out what is wrong with him and how I can fix it, so he is happy again.

“Can I have my PlayStation?” he asks earnestly, and although I want to smile, I try not to. His PlayStation is his pride and joy, his comfort blanket and best friend all in one.

“Yes, of course you can. All your stuff will come with you because that’ll be our home forever.” The fleeting look of sadness is there and gone within milliseconds, so fast that I almost miss it. “Ricky, you do want to live with me, don’t you?” The expression on his face changes so fast and my heart pounds when big fat tears fall down his cheeks.

“But you’re looking for my mami, and you’re going to send me back to live with her.” He wails and I curse myself for not being more careful in front of him.

“Ricky, Ricky. I promise you. Listen to me, I promise you on papa’s grave that if you never want to see her again, you don’t have to. I am looking for your mami. I need to ask her some questions, but I will never ever let her take you away from me if you don’t want to go with her. I want you to stay here with me, forever. Both Ale and I want that. Okay?”

I pull him onto my lap and cuddle him close to me. “What about when you get your own kid?” he mumbles. Bless his tender heart, he has been worrying a lot about this.

“Ale and I do want a baby, but that would make you Uncle Ricky… Tío Ricky. I need you here to help me and to help Ale too. This is our family now, Ricky: me, you, Ale, and any babies that come along too. I love you, Hermanito (little brother) and your place is here with me, and it always will be.”

“Just don’t send me back to live with her, please. It makes me scared.” I wonder why my little brother is so scared. I know his mother abandoned him but the way he shakes with fear has me riled; no child should ever live in fear.

“Will you tell me why?” I look at him as he lowers his eyes. I wish he would open up to me, but this boy has trust issues, and it makes me want his mother's head even more. What the fuck has she done to my little brother?

“She goes out and leaves me for a long time. And sometimes I get scared and sometimes it's cold and there is no food. I don’t want to go back to her, Sal, I want to stay with you and Ale.” My little brother can front out in front of the best of them. He already has papa’s poker face and in a couple of years he’ll have his nerves of steel too. I will ensure he does. However, the little boy in front of me is in desperate need of nurturing and loving. He’s been neglected and hurt and hasn’t felt safe. I will make it my life’s work as his big sister to ensure he grows to know what it means to love and be loved and, most importantly, to belong.

Once Ricky settles down and is happily playing on FIFA, I call Ale, who is out meeting with Tony Serrano. “Is there any news?” I asked him impatiently.

“Chula, I was just about to call you, get your bag ready. Tell my mother and father to watch Ricky. I have Dominga cornered and will bring her to you as soon as I can.”

As Ale delivers his news, I watch Ricky innocently playing and a pang of guilt jabs at me, forcing me to take notice. I want to do what is right, but what if killing Dominga hurts Ricky? Dominga did kill our papa after all, but she is still Ricky’s mami when all is said and done.

It seems I developed a conscience and ethics and morality when I got a little boy to love, and I have never been so conflicted in my whole entire life.

*** Preston ***

My anger at Amber’s conviction is short-lived. Yes, the system is all fucked up but… Amber is free. We are free to move on with our lives. We are having our Mating Ceremony at long last, and tonight is the beginning of forever for us.

We hold hands as we walk back to our room. After the uncertainty of the day, I just want to get her back home where she belongs, right here with me.

I want to spend all night making love to her, I want her all to myself just for tonight. I tell her what I want to happen and her lips curl in a knowing smile.

"What are you planning to do to me, Preston?" she asks in feigned innocence as she quickly discards her jacket and shoes.

Unclipping her red hair, I let the wild curls flow freely down her back. "You look good enough to eat, baby," I murmur against her cheek. I can't resist the urge to devour her soft lips and nibble gently on her lower one. Amber has the most delicious lips I've ever tasted. I will never get enough of her.

I kiss her more and more until she is breathless, all the while removing both of our clothes. I stop only briefly to look at her when she is just in her bra and panties, the black lace covering my prizes from my view. I take great pleasure in removing them slowly, causing her to whimper in response.

We kiss again after she pulls my shirt over my head, giving up on the buttons completely. I then work my way down her neck, biting my mark on her neck before lowering her to the centre of our bed.

Amber’s skin is warm and supple, and it feels like silk under my palms and fingers. Her ample breasts feel soft and full in my rough hands. Her thighs are toned and smooth, and the sweetness at the junction is simply divine.

Her skin is warm, but it's not soft. She's toned and muscular, showing she is strong and healthy. She has a hint of freckles on her nose, they are cute as fuck.

I lick her body in a very slow and deliberate fashion. I lick every inch of her body returning repeatedly to her breasts. I nibble on those sexy, round globes, paying particular attention to the rosy peaks, and I kiss them and suck them until she is writhing beneath me. "Please, Preston, I need you inside me, now," she moans. She grinds against me, craving the friction against her wet pussy and swollen clit, but I want to tease her some more before I finally impale my hard cock inside her.

Amber moans and whimpers when I move lower, finding her entrance with my fingers and her clit with my tongue. She continues to grind as I eat her. I take my time to really work her up into a frenzy.

Within a few minutes, her thighs are wet and slick with her juices and her breathing quickens. Her moans are throaty and soft. "Preston. Now, please,” she begs again.

Looking upon my Red, my beauty, this really does feel like the beginning of the future for us. “Condom?” I ask her because we are still to discuss what our plans will be, but she knows where I am. I want a family; I don’t want to prevent that any longer.

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