Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Elsa

I could feel the slight press of his hands against my waist

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his control slipping just like mine.

This is working. I need to push harder. I need to get back to headquarters.

When I looked up, his eyes had darkened, pupils dilated, a ring of wolf-gold surrounding them. Something complex flashed across his face -hunger? Longing? For a split second, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

The moment shattered when Vera called his name, her voice sharp with displeasure. “Drake? Is everything okay?”

I jerked away from him, ignoring the pain shooting up my leg. “Thank you, Mr. Stone,” I said stiffly, looking down to hide my flushed face

and the gold I knew was still lingering in my eyes.

I turned away before he could respond, limping slightly as I led the group to the next area. My ankle throbbed, but nowhere near as painfully as the ache between my thighs and the emptiness in my chest.

The tour ended at the highest point of the iland, with a breathtaking panoramic view of the azure ocean stretching into the horizon. The private yacht waited at the dock below to take us back to the main complex-a gleaming white vessel with two separate cabins, bobbing

gently on the turquoise waves.

“The yacht has two separate cabins,” I explained, adjusting my skirt where it had ridden up after my earlier fall. My ankle still throbbed, but I’d be damned if I’d show weakness. “Mr. Stone, perhaps you’d like to take the main cabin with—”

“You’ll ride with me in the main cabin,” Drake cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Vera, take the second cabin with Taylor and

the representatives.”

Vera’s lips pursed into a thin line. “But Drake, I thought we could-”

‘I need to discuss some matters with Ms. Hale,” he said, already guiding me toward the yacht, his hand on the small of my back sending

electricity up my spine.

The cabin door closed behind us with a soft click, and I moved to sit across from him as the yacht’s engines rumbled to life. My inner wolf paced anxiously, whining and scratching beneath my skin.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was practically drooling, desperate to roll over and present herself to our Alpha. Traitorous bitch, I thought bitterly, trying to ignore the dampness already forming between my thighs.

Drake’s eyes, amber with flecks of gold, locked onto mine. Without a word, he reached across, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me onto his

lap.

“What the fuck are you-” I started, but his mouth was already on mine, hungry and demanding. His hands gripped my hips, fingers

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digging into the fabric of my skirt. My wolf howled in triumph, while my rational mind screamed in protest.

When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless, my pussy embarrassingly wet against his thigh. “Someone could see,” I whispered, glancing at the large windows surrounding the cabin, though we were now moving across open water with only seagulls as witnesses.

“Let them,” he growled, one hand sliding up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher. “You know what these stockings do to me.” His fingers traced the lace top of my thigh-high, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. “You wore them on purpose, didn’t you? To torture me?”

I didn’t answer, but my body betrayed me-my nipples hardening to painful points under his gaze, my cunt clenching with need. Drake always loved me in stockings, especially with skirts that gave him easy access. I’m pathetic, I thought, even as I ground against his hand. Two months of trying to forget him, and I’m soaking wet after five seconds in his lap.

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