Alpha Ch. 05

Jaylon swallowed. He hadn't spoken about his sister with anyone. "She died, a long time ago now. She got sick."

"I'm sorry."

"These things happen. I was going to outlive her anyway. I offered to turn her, make her one of us, but she refused. She was too proud to accept help from anyone. Even if it would have saved her life."

"And what about you? Are you proud?"

Jaylon thought in silence before answering. "I don't know. I think I might be."

"Sometimes it's good to be proud."

His hand slid lower down her stomach. She arched her back, pushing her ass back against his groin and he groaned quietly. His hand moved lower, between her legs, and she pushed back harder feeling his hard cock through their clothes.

Her hips thrust against his hand as his finger once again found her clit through her clothes. He let her move at her own pace and find the rhythm that made her breath speed up and her cheeks heat. Dropping his lips to her neck, he inhaled her scent and thrust back, meeting her. Her ass pressed against his cock, creating a wonderful friction as she ground against his hand. She leant forward clutching the windowsill and humped against his fingers. His eyes watched the curve in her back and her ass rubbing against his groin. It took everything he had not to rip her jeans from her and bury his cock into her pussy. He knew she would be tight, wet and warm.

"Oh my god." She pushed back harder, her hips moving faster as a tightening in her stomach sent tremors through her whole body. Her pussy was dripping wet and a pressure was building. She thrust faster against his fingers as everything else left her mind. He bent down and kissed her neck, his warm tongue bathing her skin, and she trembled.

"Are you going to cum?" He whispered into her ear and she whimpered before nodding. "You've never cum before?"

Another whimper fell from her lips and she shook her head. "No, please, I want to."

He pressed harder on her clit and her nails scratched at the wooden windowsill as her orgasm ripped through her. Her knees went weak and he caught her round the waist pulling her tighter back against his chest. He moved them back to the sofa and lay down with her curled against his chest. Slowly, she raised her head with a smile.

"That was amazing."

He kissed her, then winced as she shifted against his hard cock. "Good."

She felt him against her and her smile disappeared. "But you didn't." He kissed her again, stopping her sentence.

"Don't worry about me, baby."

He stroked her back and her eyes suddenly felt heavy. She settled her head on his chest with her hand resting just above his heart.

"Will you stay here?"

He nodded. "As long as you want me."

*

Ealasaid paced the room restlessly. Since she and Drago had returned home he had avoided being alone with her. She had left him in the room they shared, and now she waited in the bedroom beside the library.

She wanted to go to him. Every last part of her screamed for her to go downstairs and fling her arms around him, but she didn't. She didn't know if it was her pride that stopped her or the fear that he might send her away.

From behind her, she heard the door open and turned to stare into his hazel eyes. All the strength left her at the sight of him and she sank down on the edge of the bed. He closed the door, then slowly crossed the room. When he reached her, he paused before sinking to his knees and resting his head in her lap. His arms lay against the bed on either side of her legs and his large hands held her round ass.

She stroked his long hair. It had grown and was still wet from where he had showered. She could feel his beard against the bare skin of her inner thigh and she closed her eyes as he kissed her. His fingers kneaded her skin compulsively and he felt scars. There were more now.

"Are you OK?" His voice was low and raspy.

For a moment she considered lying, but he would know. He could always tell when she was lying. "No. Are you?"

He shook his head against her thigh. "No, I'm not OK."

He raised his head and looked into her face. Her long auburn hair hung forward, casting her into shadow, but her bright eyes drew his. She held his cheeks in her hands and bent down to kiss him. It started light. She brushed her lips over his before nipping gently. He groaned. His fingers dug harder into her thighs and he stretched up to chase her mouth.

Ealasaid held his hair and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss until both of them were panting. He pushed her back onto the bed and crawled up over her. She wore nothing but a black strap top and a tiny pair of pale blue knickers. He knew if he touched them, they would already be wet. He ran his hand over her arm, down her waist, then back up, as he pushed her top away from her skin. Pulling back, he looked down at the body and swallowed as he saw the scars there.

"What did they do to you, Little One?"

Ealasaid felt sick as she remembered her time with the Order. She shook her head and looked at him with pleading eyes. "I don't want to talk about that yet. Not yet. I just want you to touch me."

Her voice was husky. Months of screaming had ruined her vocal chords, and now she spoke in little more than a whisper. He rested his lips against her neck feeling her slow pulse, so faint he could barely make it out. Her arms held him around his broad shoulders, and she lifted her knees to hug his hips.

Drago gritted his teeth as his cock hardened against her. She felt it and rolled her hips.

"Eala, stop." He pulled back to stare into her eyes. "It's so hard not to want you. It's been too long since I've touched you."

She rolled her hips again, feeling his thick length through the sweatpants he wore, and he growled.

"Please, stop." His voice was desperate, begging. "I can't control myself."

"Then don't." Pushing on his chest, she rolled them so she straddled him. He pushed himself up to rest against the pillows and her chest pressed against his.

"The whole time I was in that place, the only thing that kept me going was the thought that you were coming for me."

Ealasaid gently ran her nails over his chest and brushed her lips against his.

"Every night I dreamt of your hands on me; every time they put me in that fucking room all I could think about was feeling you again." Her fingers moved down his chest and over his stomach. She teased the waistband of his sweatpants before slipping her hand inside and stroking his hard cock.

Another growl rumbled through his chest and she saw his eyes flash yellow. Something shifted in her stomach and she felt a shiver go through her. Something about his expression reminded her of Dylan and the night he had visited her cell. She pushed the feeling down. She refused to let him haunt her for the rest of her life.

"When they made me fight in the Pits, I knew I had to win. I had to survive so, when you came for me, you would be taking me home and not something else. Not my body."

"Eala." His voice was a low warning, but she cut him off.

"I didn't want to be cold when you found me." She took hold of his wrist and brought his hand between her thighs. A guttural groan came from him as she slid his hand into her panties and he felt her wet pussy. She closed her eyes for a second as his fingers brushed against her clit. "I wanted to be warm. Am I warm, Drago?"

"Yes." He was panting. His eyes were almost disbelieving as he stared at her, but his fingers still moved against her. "You're warm."

"Good."

She kissed him again and he rubbed her clit with his finger. Her body began to relax. She had half expected pain, but, when he moved his hand and teased her entrance with a finger, she tensed.

"No." The word fell from her mouth before she could hold it back and he stopped instantly.

"Eala? What happened?" She didn't answer. "Did someone touch you?"

The look on her face answered his question and he saw red.

"Who was it?"

"Drago, don't."

"Who the fuck was it?" He was practically screaming and she flinched backwards. For the first time since she had known him she felt truly scared of him. She opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words. He took hold of her arms and shook her, dragging a soft cry from her throat. "Ealasaid, tell me who the fuck it was."

"It was Dylan." She couldn't look at him. "He put me in there and he hurt me. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

He growled and tipped her off his lap. "I'll fucking kill him."

He climbed from the bed and she knelt watching as he walked towards the door. "Don't leave."

He didn't answer and anger flared in her as she stood from the bed. With one finger she beckoned at his retreating back and he was spun round. He stared at her with confusion in his eyes. She came towards him, but he couldn't move. It was like he was frozen.

"Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare! I waited everyday for you to come and get me. I needed you and you never came."

"I couldn't. You think I didn't die a little every day knowing that you were somewhere scared and alone. I didn't have a choice."

"But you do now and you're choosing to leave me again!" She stopped right in front of him and prodded his bare chest with her finger. "You're an asshole."

"I'm doing this for you."

"No, you're doing it for you!" Her voice raised and she pushed his chest harder. He stumbled backwards the force holding him still vanished and she came closer again. "You're doing this for your stupid male ego and your pathetic need to protect me because I'm a girl. Well, guess what?"

She pushed him again and he felt his back hit the closed door.

"I don't need you to protect me. I did perfectly fine protecting myself and I didn't need you to come and save me. You hate that, don't you? You hate that I saved you and it wasn't the other way round. Well, fuck you Drago, I didn't need you then and I don't need you now, so why don't you just fuck off."

She turned to walk away but he grabbed hold of her wrist. Spinning her back round he bent and kissed her ignoring her muffled cries of protest. Holding her with one arm round her waist, he lifted her and turned to press her against the door. His free hand clutched her hip and he deepened the kiss. A sharp pain made him pull away with a wince and he touched his tongue to his lower lip tasting blood.

"Did you just bite me?" A drop of his blood rested on her lip, but she didn't wipe it away. "You little bitch."

He kissed her again, ignoring her fists hammering against his chest. He knew if she really wanted to get him off her she could. Her protests were just for show. She turned her head, making his lips slide over her cheek and down to her neck.

"I hate you." He could hear tears in her voice and sucked on her throat marking the skin. Her hands were in his hair and she was pulling him closer. He moved his lips to her ear and gently bit the lobe. "I hate you."

"I know you do." He spoke quietly into her ear.

She pulled his head up and kissed him desperately. Her legs tightened around his waist and she felt the familiar throbbing between her legs. It had been so long since she had felt his hands on her and already his touch was driving her crazy. Pulling back, she slapped his cheek hard. It barely registered and she slapped him again making him growl.

"Be careful, little girl."

She went to slap him again, but he caught her wrist and held her hand back against the door. A tear rolled down her cheek and he caught it on his tongue. He thrust against her until she was panting and her eyes met his.

"Fuck me."

His hips didn't stop and she dropped her head back against the door. Her skin prickled and a heat spread through her until she was trembling.

"Please." Her voice shook and he gave in.

Shoving his sweatpants down so they rested just under his ass he tore her knickers from her and positioned the head of his cock at her warm, wet entrance. He hesitated before pushing slowly inside her. She bit her lip waiting for the pain that had come with Dylan but there was nothing. Just the hot pleasure that Drago could always enflame in her.

Drago watched her face carefully as the pleasure pushed away any signs of fear. With a quick thrust, he embedded the last inch of his thick cock inside her and she made a sound that was half gasp, half laugh. He moved slowly, grinding his hips against her and keeping his cock deep in her tight pussy.

He moved his hand from her waist so he was holding her weight on his thighs and pushed her vest up her stomach. He tried to ignore all the scars on her pale skin and the way he could see every rib. She was so thin. His large hand covered her breast, squeezing gently, and her small pink nipple hardened against his palm.

He still held one of her hands against the door and she balled it into a fist as he teased her with his slow, tortuous rhythm. Her other hand slid down over his back and rested on his ass. Pulling him deeper, she begged him silently.

"Drago, please, I need more."

He didn't change his pace, still thrusting slowly against her, and she struggled against him in frustration. Her tight pussy milked his length and he couldn't help but push deeper into her. The nails of her hand dug into his ass and she pulled him deeper still. His thick cock stretched her open and she closed her eyes at the feeling.

"God, I've missed you."

He laughed at her tone of voice. "You're just realising that now?"

"Well, you've been a bit of a dick if I'm honest. This is nice though."

He laughed again. "Just nice." He pulled back before slamming deep into her.

"Fuck." She grit her teeth as the pleasure, laced with pain, surged through her.

"I think we can do a little better than nice, don't you?"

"Glad to see your ego hasn't been damaged at all. What makes you think that you deserve any better than nice?"

He placed his lips against her ear to speak quietly. "Because you already want to cum. I can feel your pussy getting wetter. Fuck, Eala, you feel so good."

She whimpered and he hooked his arm under her knee to pushed her leg against her chest. This position let him hit even deeper inside her and she bit her lip as she pushed against him. He wrapped both arms around her and she clutched his broad shoulders. He fucked her harder, speeding up the movement of his hips and she moaned loudly.

"I don't hate you." She held his hair and forced him to look at her. "I don't."

"I know, Ma Petite."

She clutched his ass. Her nails dug into his skin and she held him deep. He tried to move but she shook her head. He realised she was simply feeling him inside her, enjoying the closeness they had been robbed of for so long.

He moved them away from the wall and lay her on the bed, following her down. She clung to him desperately, her lips pressing tiny kisses over his neck, shoulder and cheeks. Anywhere she could reach. The heat was still there, but the fire had gone. The desperation had gone along with the fear that the other would disappear at any moment. They were finally safe and together again.

He made love to her. His hands skimming over every inch of her body relearning the texture of her skin, the smell of her hair and the taste of her lips. He barely moved, just enough that he ground against her g-spot and soon she was shaking against him.

Their orgasms were a slow build and a gentle tumble into bliss rather than a head first plunge. He combed his fingers through her hair and frowned as a tear ran down her cheek.

"What's the matter?"

"I missed you so much." She turned her head to the side suddenly unable to meet his eyes. "I didn't think you would come for me."

"I always knew you didn't need me to save you." Once again, he noticed the new smell on her skin. He knew what she must have done to walk out of the Order alive, but he didn't want to talk about it yet. He didn't want to talk about any of it.

He rolled them onto their sides and pulled her closer. Tugging the blanket up and over them, he stroked her back soothingly and for the first time in months both of them slept peacefully.