Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Vera

The sleek leather interior of Drake’s car felt cool against my bare thighs as we drove through the quiet streets of Black Obsidian territory. I shifted slightly, letting my dress ride up another inch.

Drake’s eyes remained fixed on the road, his jaw clenched in that sexy, brooding way that made my stomach flutter. Damn, even when he’s

pissed off, he’s irresistible.

We’d barely spoken since leaving the gathering. The tension in the car was thick enough to cut with a knife, and I knew exactly why-that

fucking bitch Elsa had caused a scene. Again. God, I hate how she still occupies space in his mind. Tonight, I was determined to make

Drake forget all about her and that pathetic little outburst.

“We’re here,” Drake announced flatly as the car pulled up to my building.

I didn’t move to get out. Instead, I placed my hand on his forearm, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt sleeve. My pulse

quickened at the contact. “It’s so dark tonight,” I murmured, letting vulnerability seep into my voice-a tone I’d practiced countless times

in the mirror. “Would you mind walking me to my door? The security guard had to leave early today, and the neighborhood feels…

unsafe.”

A complete lie, of course. My building had better security than most government facilities. But Drake didn’t need to know that. Men like

him responded to damsel-in-distress acts. Unlike Elsa, I understood what males really wanted-someone to protect, not some independent

Omega who challenged them at every turn.

He sighed heavily but turned off the engine. Small victory. My inner wolf preened with satisfaction.

As we rode the elevator up to my penthouse, I stood closer than necessary, letting my perfume envelop him. My heart beat faster with

anticipation. Tonight would be different. Tonight, I would finally have what I’d been working toward for months. I’d make him forget that

Omega whore ever existed.

At my door, I fumbled with my keys deliberately, dropping them once before managing to unlock the door. “Drake,” I said, turning to face

him with my best vulnerable expression. “I know you’ve been stressed with company matters these past few days. You can’t keep staying

at hotels. My place is quite spacious… you could rest here.” I let my eyes drop to his lips, imagining how they would feel against my skin.

When he didn’t immediately respond, I stepped closer, pressing my body against his hard chest. My hand slid down slowly, feeling his

muscles tense beneath my touch, then lower, tracing the line of his belt before drifting to his thigh. “Or maybe,” I whispered, my lips

almost touching his ear, “we could relax first?” My fingers inched toward his crotch, my breath catching as I anticipated his reaction.

I felt a rush of satisfaction when his breath hitched slightly, For all his cold demeanor, Drake was still a man, an Alpha with needs. Needs

that Elsa-with her pathetic Omega status-could never truly satisfy. She probably just laid there and took it, never knowing how to please

an Alpha properly.

My confidence faltered when Drake caught my wrist as my hand moved toward his crotch. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm-

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“Vera,” he said, his voice controlled and

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