Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Elsa

“Drake- I started, but he silenced me by crushing his mouth against mine.

His kiss was punishing, all teeth and tongue as he devoured me. One hand slid to the slit in my dress, pushing the fabric aside

to expose my thigh. He groaned against my mouth as his fingers trailed higher, finding the lace edge of my panties.

“Already wet for me,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding my slick

heat. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he slid one finger inside me, then another, beginning a rhythm that made my hips buck

involuntarily.

“Stop,” I gasped, even as my body clenched around his invading fingers. “We can’t-”

He ignored me, pulling down the top of my dress to expose my breasts. The cool air made my nipples tighten further before his hot mouth descended, teeth grazing the sensitive peak as his fingers continued their relentless pace between my legs.

“This is mine,” he growled against my skin, curling his fingers inside me to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “No matter who you run to, your body remembers who it belongs to.”

My back arched as pleasure built, my thighs trembling as his thumb found my clit. Fuck, I can’t let this happen, not again…

A sharp knock on the door startled us both.

“Is anyone using this room?” A staff member’s voice called through the door.

Drake didn’t move, his eyes still locked on mine, fingers still buried deep inside me. “It’s occupied,” he called back, his voice remarkably steady. “Find another room.”

We heard footsteps retreating. Drake’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he slowly withdrew his fingers, making me shudder. “Worried Jason might find us? Don’t be. He’s too busy getting his dick wet to care where you’ve disappeared to.”

Something in me snapped. All the humiliation, the years of being his dirty secret, the casual cruelty-it crystallized into pure rage. Fuck him. FUCK. HIM. When he leaned down to kiss me again, I was ready.

I let him press his lips against mine, let him think I was submitting. Then, as his tongue pushed into my mouth, I bit down. Hard.

He jerked back with a hiss of pain, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Before he could recover, I lunged forward and sank my teeth into the sensitive juncture between his neck and shoulder hard enough to leave a mark that would be visible

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above his collar.

“What the fuck?” he snarled, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me back.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting his blood. The metallic flavor was oddly satisfying, like I’d finally drawn

first blood in a war that had been raging for years. “Just giving you something to explain to Vera,” I said with false sweetness.

“I wonder what she’ll think about that bite mark. Pretty obvious it’s not from her.”

His eyes narrowed. “You little-

“What, Drake?” I taunted, feeling reckless and powerful for the first time in years as I pulled my dress back up over my

breasts.”

I saw confusion flicker across his face, quickly replaced by anger. This isn’t a game you want to play with me, Elsa.”

“No games. Just consequences.” I straightened my dress, refusing to cower. I’m done being your fucking doormat. “You can’t have it both ways-keeping me as your secret while publicly courting her.”

“This has nothing to do with Vera.”

“Doesn’t it?” I laughed bitterly. “Or maybe you’re just afraid to admit what this is really about. Maybe you has actually fallen for me?”

“Fallen for you?” His incredulous tone cut deeper than it should have. Like the very idea was absurd. Why does that still hurt? Why do I still fucking care what he thinks? “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then stop acting like a jealous mate every time another male wolf talks to me.”

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