Alpha Ch. 06

"He's fun." Ealasaid looked around the cabin again. "The 'Elaina'?"

Drago nodded, "Named for my mother. One of my more extravagant purchases after I lost my parents."

"Wait this is your plane?"

"Well, it's a jet and really it belongs to the whole family. Any member of my Pack can take it to any property the LaBelle's own anywhere in the world, as can any member of my staff. It's really one of my best investments."

"You let them take it for free?"

"Why would I charge them? I don't need the money and they give me more than I could ever offer them back."

Ealasaid felt a heat spread through her as he spoke. This man still managed to surprise her. She reached out and linked her fingers with his.

"You're a good man Drago LaBelle."

He kissed her knuckles. She looked back out of the window and watched the lights of the city below.

"I've only ever flown once, in a plane anyway."

Her mind flitted back to her escape from the Order and a tingling started in her back. Drago knew instantly what she was thinking about and ran his hand over her shoulder blades.

"I know it must be hard to control that part of you, especially now, but you don't have to with me."

"What if I hurt you?" She slumped in her chair. "It's so hard to keep it back."

"The whole time I've known you I've been so worried that I would lose control around you and hurt you. It haunted me every day; but deep down I knew I could never do anything that would hurt you. You have to trust yourself that you won't. Besides, I think I could handle myself against you."

Ealasaid smiled and looked over her shoulder, "Oh, you think?"

"I'd give it a go." He kissed her. "I'd do anything for you."

"You really would, wouldn't you?" She seemed surprised.

"Anything."

He kissed her again and stroked her long hair back from her face. Footsteps made him turn and he watched as two men and a woman entered the lounge area.

"Dinner is served." The woman, Circe, spoke. "For you tonight we have wagyu beef steak, Bluefin tuna, lobster, an assortment of potatoes and fresh green vegetables." As she spoke the two men began laying the table with dishes. "We also have burgers, pizza, chicken wings, chilli dogs, fries and onion rings. To drink we have a wide selection of beers, wines and spirits. Nash will be on hand to bring you anything you may need and we hope you enjoy your meal."

The three left and Ealasaid stared at the food in front of her, "What the fuck?"

"Well," Drago was already loading his plate with food and beckoning to Nash, "I wanted you to have the full 'private jet experience' but I remember you telling me you're more of a burgers and fries girl so I thought we could have both."

Nash appeared at their side and set a large pitcher of beer and two glasses on the table. Drago poured them each a glass and pushed hers over to her.

"You should try the lobster, it's an old family recipe. My grandmother would make it on special occasions."

"Your grandmother, was she like you?"

"She was human. So was my grandfather but my father was born a full blooded Lycan. They made this for him on every birthday, when he started his first business, when he brought my mother home."

"Will you tell me about your mother? What was she like?"

Drago drank deeply before answering. "She was strong, beautiful, warm. She made everyday an adventure, there was always something new to be done or explored. She always made sure that I had a new place to discover, a new food to try. She was fearless." He couldn't help but smile as he remembered. "She was a lot like you."

"And your father?"

"He was proud, fiercely proud of everything me or my mother did, even if it wasn't the smartest decision." Drago laughed softly. "When Nix was born I saw such a change in him. She had him under her spell before she could even speak. It was amazing to see a man like that so helpless to say no."

"They sound wonderful."

"They loved each other, more than I could begin to imagine. Then I met you and everything started to make sense." Suddenly he looked sad. "I wish they could have met you."

"Would they have minded, about me?"

"About you?"

"You know," Ealasaid shrugged, "what I am."

"You mean that you're Fae? That you were going to be a Protector? That you could easily beat the shit out of all of us and not even be out of breath? They would have loved everything about you."

"Why me? You could have had a nice, sweet little wife by now. None of these problems, none of the worry. Why bother with me?"

Drago laughed again, a bark like sound that reverberated around the cabin.

"What the hell makes you think I want a sweet little wife or an easy life when I could have a hard headed, smart mouthed little ass kicker to call my own." Drago stared at her intently. "Before you my life was boring. I was going nowhere then I saw you one night in the diner and everything changed. Never underestimate what you have done for me Little One."

They continued eating in easy conversation. Before too long the food was gone and the table was littered with empty bottles and glasses. Ealasaid sat back and rubbed her stomach.

"That was incredible. I have never eaten like that before in my life."

"It always amazes me how much you can eat."

Ealasaid giggled, "I've always had a big appetite. My dad and brother always teased me for it."

Drago pulled her onto his lap.

"I love it. I just wonder where you put it all." His hands smoothed across her stomach. "Not here, you've got a tiny waist. Here though maybe?" His hands held her round ass. "Not that I'm complaining if it is."

She rolled her eyes. "Men's tastes are so simple."

"And women require years of research."

Drago stood, holding her to his chest with one arm around her waist. He walked back through to the bedroom and dropped her down on the bed. He pulled her until she sat on the edge, her legs either side of his, and threaded his fingers through her hair.

"God you're beautiful," his voice was soft.

"So are you."

Her quick fingers undid the buttons on his shirt and tugged it out of his trousers. He shrugged it off before pushing her to lay back against the sheets. He lifted her foot and slipped off one trainer, then the other. Pulling off her socks he threw them across the room before removing his own.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings and slowly pulled them down. His eyes roamed over her exposed skin, taking in every mark and scar. Fury burned through his chest but he forced his face to remain calm. Taking a shuddering breath, he lifted her to his chest and pulled back the sheets on the bed. Settling her down he lay behind her and held her close.

"What are you doing?"

She sounded hurt and pain replaced the fury in his chest.

"We should probably get some sleep." Drago steadied his voice. "I'm sure you're tired."

"Drago?"

She tried to turn to face him but his large hand on her hip kept her still.

"Eala please, this is hard enough."

She could feel him trembling against her and arched her back, pressing her ass harder against him. His fingers tightened on the thin band of her thong and she felt it snap.

"Drago, please touch me."

"You think I don't want to?" Drago's voice was rough, low, more of a growl than speech. "All I think of is the feeling of your skin against mine but do you know that you flinch every time I touch you?"

She was instantly still. The realisation hit her and an icy cold spread through her stomach.

"I do?"

"God I want to touch you but it's been so long. What if I'm too rough?" His hand moved between her legs as he spoke and he felt her wetness against his fingertips. "Then, I'd be no better than the Vampyre."

"You said you would never hurt me."

Ealasaid's hand held his wrist keeping his fingers on her.

"Never on purpose but fuck Eala, you're so small."

His hands ran over her skin, pulling her closer to his chest as they did. He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and felt her pulse flutter against his lips.

"You don't know what it takes to stop myself. All I want to do is touch you but you're not ready yet. You still think of him when I do and that kills me to see. Please Eala, I don't want to hurt you."

"Drago, you can't treat me like spun glass for the rest of our lives. It won't change what happened and it won't change what we are." She took hold of his wrist again and pulled his hand to her breast. "I don't want to be ruled by what the Order did to me. I want to feel myself again, I want to feel you again."

"And, if you want me to stop?"

She turned her head and claimed his lips in a kiss.

"I won't."

He stopped arguing. Pulling the rest of her thong away he loosened his trousers and pushed them down slightly, along with his boxers. Taking his cock in his hand he teased her entrance before thrusting slightly inside her.

"Drago," his name was a soft moan and she pushed back against him drawing him deeper. He shook his head.

"Don't move." She was still once again and he kissed her neck. "Good girl."

A hard shiver ran through her body at his words. Holding her hip tightly he pulled her back so he was buried inside her and she cried out. He held himself still as her tight, warm pussy stretched around his cock and took a deep breath. Already he was close to cumming.

He began to move, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. He gritted his teeth and moved his arm under her head. Linking his fingers with hers he thrust deeper and listened to the soft sounds coming from her throat.

His other arm wrapped around her waist and under the material of her vest. He stroked over the soft skin of her stomach before moving upwards to hold her breast. Toying with her nipple he felt another shiver run through her. With a snarl he ripped her vest from her and gently bit the nape of her neck. Something on her left shoulder blade caught his eyes and he studied the wolf that stared back at him.

"Do you like it?" Ealasaid could feel his eyes on her then the soft brush of his fingertips.

"You have my crest."

"Nix did it for me. She thought it was time I was initiated into the Pack." She suddenly felt nervous. "I'm sorry, I should have asked you first."

Drago pulled back and rolled her over so she faced him. Tucking her hair behind her ear he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"My sweet pup." He pulled her leg over his hip and thrust back into her tight heat. "What a fierce little Alpha you have become."

She held his hair and kissed him. Her tongue darted into his mouth and she began to thrust against him. He matched her hips movements, pushing deeper inside her. They were slow, their faces close together, their eyes staring intimately at the other.

It took everything he had to hold back. He kept his pace slow, the movement of his hips were measured and she clutched at him as pleasure overtook her mind. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, his fingers dancing across the scars on her back. Most were claw marks but two stood out, either side of her spine there were two thick lines. As he touched them he felt her quiver.

"That's where the wings are."

"Do the scars hurt?"

She smiled, "No more than yours do."

He still moved slowly against her, hitting deep inside her with each thrust until her toes curled. She held him desperately her nails digging into his broad shoulder and her bright eyes flashed.

"Harder, please."

Drago kissed her and shook his head.

"I don't want it to go too fast. I've gone too long without being able to hold you. I want to make this last."

She whimpered quietly. There was a clenching sensation low in her stomach and she ground her hips against him chasing her orgasm. Drago took hold of her hips and began to move her at a pace that made her breath stutter and her pussy clench on his cock.

"Oh fuck," he spoke through gritted teeth and moved her faster.

With every thrust he hit against her g-spot until she could barely think, her mind was clouded with the sensations he created in her.

"Drago please. I need you."

Her husky plea nearly sent him over the edge but he pushed back his own desire, drawing out her pleasure until her moaned words of ecstasy were unintelligible. Drago felt her shivering uncontrollably under his touch then a sharp scratch as her nails dug into his back. He hissed in pain and moved her faster. Her body writhed against him as they now both blindly chased their orgasm.

"Fuck Drago, I'm going to cum."

Even before she finished speaking she tumbled over the edge and her body exploded. Her husky scream filled the room and her fiery pussy milked his cock as she convulsed in pleasure. He thrust again, then again, then again before he followed her into oblivion. The feeling of his pulsing cock inside her pushed her own orgasm higher and stars burst before her eyes as her vision started to blur.

He held her hips, pulling her closer and holding himself deep inside the tight heat of her pussy. Her skin was hot, her cheeks flushed a deep pink and her soft lips parted as she tried to control her ragged breathing. Her fingertips gently stroked over his shoulders feeling the crescent marks her nails had left in his skin. A soft laugh fell from her lips as she did and her eyes opened.

"I remember a time when you wouldn't even let me touch you. Now look, I'm leaving marks of my own."

"I will wear them proudly." He took a moment to just look at her. "You're so beautiful."

Her auburn hair was longer now. During her time with the Order, it had blossomed into a feral mane that fell to mid-thigh and curled wildly in every direction. Since her transformation, her skin was even paler and was now an incredible snow white and her freckles stood out even more. Her eyes seemed larger in her heart shaped face and the bright silver colour was even more startling. Since she had escaped, her body had time to begin to heal and she was gaining back some weight. He could still feel every ribs through her skin but they didn't jut out anymore.

The desperation of his situation fell on his shoulders. He had a year to be with this incredible girl that loved him with all of his flaws, a year was all he could give her. It wasn't fair on her. She deserved an eternity. Pushing the feelings down, he pulled out of her hearing her whimper.

"I'm going to get us a drink Ma Petite."

He rolled off the bed and grabbed his suit trousers. She moved to lay on her front, facing the foot of the bed and watched as he pulled them on. They hung low on his muscled stomach and she hooked her finger into one of the belt loops pulling him back to her. He sank to his knees at the foot of the bed and watched her closely.

She moved her hand up his stomach and over his chest feeling the scars there, both old and new. His skin was warm, he was always so hot and she pressed her hand over his wolf tattoo feeling his heart beating slowly.

"I missed feeling you. You're always so warm and that place was so cold."

He held her, his hand curling around the back of her neck.

"That place will suck the very life out of you if you let it. For me and Lucius, the man that walked in is nothing like the man that came out. We were both lost and cold people until you came into our lives." He kissed her tasting the sweetness of her lips. "You are my Mate but you are my Packs saviour. We will be forever thankful to have found you."

"I would have died if I hadn't met you." Her eyes shone with unshed tears. "My life was so lonely, Grif was the only one I felt safe around. I thought I would hurt Dexter and Dylan," she paused, "Dylan is fucking dead to me. I lost my dad and Tavish and a piece of me went with them. You and your Pack made me feel whole again."

He kissed her again, he couldn't help himself. She moaned and grabbed his wrist.

"All I have is yours, for as long as you want me."

The sincerity in his voice shocked her.

"I'll always want you."

She bit her lip and he shook his head with a growl.

"Don't do that, you have no idea what it does to me." He straightened and winced as his cock, which was already hard again, pressed against the zip of his trousers. "I'll be right back, Little One."

He left the room and entered the lounge again. Moving to the bar he took a seat on one of the high stools. Nash smiled and leant his arm on the bar.

"I do hope your evening is going well Alpha."

Drago couldn't help but smile.

"Everything seems better with her here."

"She truly is a wonder. I, we, are all happy that you have found a measure of peace with her."

"She has a way of quieting the voices that followed me out of the Order."

Nash nodded with a sense of deep understanding.

"What can I do for the two of you."

Drago gave their order and Nash raised an eyebrow.

"That's an interesting mix."

"I want her to have the full experience but also give her something she'll really like."

Nash smirked, "Coming right up."

Less than five minutes later Drago was walking back through to the bedroom. He carried a large tray loaded with three bottles of champagne, two glasses and two tall milkshakes with straws. Ealasaid tilted her head to the side to watch him with a slight smile on her face.

"What is this?"

"This," he motioned to the champagne, "is Dom Perignon." His accent was even more pronounced and she shivered. He sounded so sexy. "This is a peanut butter milkshake."

She couldn't help but giggle, "Seriously? This is the weirdest mix."

"Well Dom Perignon gives you the private jet experience, the milkshake is something I think you'll enjoy."

She rose to her knees and kissed him.

"You know me so well."

His eyes roamed down her naked body. Her small breasts sat high and proud on her chest. Her waist was small but then flared to her rounded hips and ass. Licking his lips, he heard another sweet giggle come from her.

"Down big boy." She took a milkshake and sucked on the straw. Her eyes widened. "Oh my god, this is amazing."

"I thought you would like it. Grif used to serve them in his old restaurant."

"Old restaurant?"

She took another sip and watched him as he placed the tray on the bedside table then sat down opposite her.

"Back when I was a kid Grif had a small restaurant in town. Could seat maybe twenty people? Grif did all the cooking, waited on everyone and did all the drinks. He used to try out all his recipes on me. His burger was one and another was a new kind of milkshake. I liked peanut butter, I liked milk, we tried it together. He served that milkshake for fifteen years."

"Why did he stop?"

Drago drank from his own milkshake.

"Weres don't age like humans do. All of his customers were getting older and he stayed the same; people began to get suspicious."

"I had no idea. He never told me."

"He doesn't speak about that life anymore. It's in his past and that's where he's left it."

"Sometimes that's where things should be left." She took another sip. "But, this isn't one of those things. This is delicious."

"I thought you would like it." He drained his glass and put it back on the tray. Taking the bottle of champagne, he popped the cork and poured them both a glass. "And I hope you'll like this."

She finished her milkshake and took the champagne he offered. Taking a sip, she smiled.

"I never thought that I would be drinking champagne naked in a private jet. You've really shown me the finer things in life Mr LaBelle."

"You deserve them all." He touched his glass to hers before drinking again. "I always wanted someone to share everything I have with."

"And you never even considered, Abrielle?"

At the mention of her name Drago felt a cold weight drop into his stomach. The enormity of his situation hit him once more and he swallowed hard trying to push the thought of his Sickness from his mind.