Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“Fuck you,” I whispered, but there was no heat in it. Just raw need that made my voice crack.

He chuckled, the vibration rumbling through his chest against me. “That’s the plan.” His fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric, finding me embarrassingly wet. “Two months away and you’re still so responsive to me. So fucking wet.”

I closed my eyes, hating how easily he could play my body. My wolf was whimpering, tail wagging frantically as she submitted completely. His thumb circled my clit while two fingers pushed inside me, and I had to bite my lip until it bled to keep from crying out.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. “You can fight me all you want up here,” he tapped my temple,

“but your body knows who it belongs to.”

The yacht slowed as it approached the main dock, and I glanced at the approaching platform. People were waiting there-including Vera,

who would be disembarking from the second cabin.

“Shit-we’re almost there,” I gasped, pushing at his chest, even as my hips betrayed me by grinding down. “We can’t-someone will see-*

Drake growled, his eyes flashing dangerously with pure Alpha dominance that made my wolf cower. Clearly displeased at being

interrupted, he withdrew his hand with obvious reluctance. I scrambled off his lap, adjusting my clothing with trembling fingers, the scent

of my arousal heavy in the enclosed cabin.

“Here,” I said, handing him a bottle of water from my bag. “You might want to… cool down.”

His nostrils flared as he inhaled my scent on his fingers before taking the water. As the yacht docked at the marina, I exited first,

desperately trying to compose myself.

Drake stepped out behind me, his face a mask of cold professionalism, but I could smell his arousal-sharp and demanding.

Before I could make my escape, a man approached me-one of the Moon Shadow representatives.

*Ms. Hale,” he said, standing too close, his eyes trailing down my body in a way that made my skin crawl. “I had some questions about the

eastern villas. Perhaps we could discuss them over dinner?”

I took a step back, maintaining my professional smile despite my wolf’s disgusted growling. “I’d be happy to have my assistant email you

the details, Mr. Whiteclaw,”

He moved closer again. “I’d prefer a more… personal touch.” His eyes lingered on my chest, his meaning unmistakable.

Drake had been walking toward the waiting cars with Vera, but at that moment, he stopped abruptly. His head turned, nostrils flaring. In three long strides, he was beside me, his arm sliding possessively around my waist.

“Is there a problem here?” he asked, his voice deceptively soft, but I could feel the tension radiating from him. The scent of territorial

Alpha aggression poured off him in waves.

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Whiteclaw backed up immediately, recognizing the challenge from our Alpha. “No problem, Mr. Stone. Just discussing the project.”

“Ms. Hale has other commitments this evening,” Drake said, his fingers digging into my hip. “You can direct any questions to her office

tomorrow.”

Vera called from the dock, her voice high with annoyance. “Drake? Are we leaving?”

Drake turned to her, his voice suddenly cold and hard. “Go back to the hotel. I’ll join you later.”

Her face fell, but she didn’t argue.

Drake guided me toward the administrative building, his hand still firmly on my waist. Once inside, I tried to create some distance.

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