Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Elsa

My fever made everything hazy, reality blurring at the edges as pleasure and pain mingled together.

When he finally finished, his teeth clamped down on my shoulder, drawing blood and marking me once again as he pumped his hot cum

deep inside me.

Fucking traitor, I cursed at my inner wolf, who rolled over happily. My inner walls still pulsed around him, milking every last drop as he

grunted against my skin.

Without warning, Drake pulled out and hauled me off the bed. I felt his seed dripping down my inner thighs as my legs trembled beneath

me, barely supporting my weight as he dragged me toward the bathroom.

“We’re not done,” he growled, his voice thick with possession, his semi-hard cock already beginning to stiffen again against my ass. “I

need to remind your body who it belongs to.”

I tried to resist, planting my feet on the cool tile. “Drake, please. I’m exhausted-”

“Did I ask for your opinion?” His eyes flashed gold, the command in his voice making my knees buckle. “Get in the shower. Now.”

He turned the water on cold-fucking cold-and pushed me under the spray. I gasped as the icy water hit my feverish skin, my nipples immediately hardening into painful peaks, the shock almost bringing me to my knees. Drake stepped in behind me, his body still radiating heat, the contrast between his burning skin and the freezing water making me shiver uncontrollably. His erection pressed against the

small of my back, hot and insistent.

This is what hell feels like, I thought, teeth chattering. Ice on my skin, fire in my veins, and the devil himself at my back.

“Face the wall,” he ordered, his hands roughly positioning me against the slick tile. “Hands above your head. Spread your legs wider.”

I obeyed, hating myself for it, hating him more. The cold water sluiced down my back as he spread my legs with his knee, positioning himself behind me. One large hand gripped my breast roughly, pinching and twisting my nipple until I gasped from the sharp pain that

shot straight to my core.

“Still so wet for me,” he murmured against my ear, sliding two fingers into my swollen pussy, spreading them apart to stretch me before adding a third. His thumb found my clit and circled it mercilessly. “Always ready for me, aren’t you? Look how your cunt grips my fingers, begging for more.”

When he replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing the swollen head against my entrance before thrusting deep in one brutal stroke, 1 bit my lip to keep from crying out. He filled me completely, the stretch bordering on pain as my still-sensitive walls struggled to

accommodate his size.

“You’re mine, Elsa,” he growled, setting a punishing pace, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust, the obscene sound of wet

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skin slapping together echoing off the bathroom tiles. “This body belongs to me. Your cunt belongs to me. These tits-” he emphasized

with a harsh squeeze of my breast, -belong to me.”

The cold water beat down on us as he took me against the shower wall, one hand wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back at a painful angle to expose my throat to his teeth. His other hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as he rutted into me.

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