Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 125

Alpha’s Private Plaything

Chapter 125

Vill wait,” Drake growled, carrying me from the shower to the living

room, not bothering to dry either of us. Water dripped onto the

expensive carpet as he laid me on the sofa, his body covering mine.

“The windows,” I whispered, suddenly aware of the floor–to–ceiling

glass exposing us to the world. My arms crossed instinctively over my

chest. “Someone will see, you idiot!”

Drake smiled against my skin. “Privacy glass. No one can see in.” His

hands pinned my wrists above my head. “But if they could, they’d see

exactly who you belong to.” His lips traveled downward, his tongue

leaving fiery trails across my skin.❤

“I don’t belong to you,” I hissed, even as my body arched toward him.

“I’m not your fucking property.”

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the inevitable, hating myself for it. Under the assault of his lips, teeth, and fingers, my breathing grew ragged, my thoughts scattering into fragments.

Just a few more days, I told myself as his mouth traveled down my

body, tears of frustration burning behind my closed eyelids. Then I’m free of this shit forever.

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I locked the bathroom door behind me with a decisive click, though I

knew it wouldn’t stop Drake if he decided to enter. My fingers

trembled as I applied makeup, carefully covering the marks he’d left

on my neck and shoulders. “Fucking animal,” I muttered, dabbing

concealer on a particularly dark bruise. The moonlight–colored gown

I’d chosen had a high collar that would hide most of the evidence.

A sharp knock rattled the door. “Wear the blue dress,” Drake

commanded. His voice was deep and unyielding, penetrating through

the door.

“This one covers more of your fucking bite marks,” I called back, securing my hair in an elegant updo with vicious jabs of hairpins. I

could feel each spot he had sucked and bitten still throbbing faintly.

“Wear flats, not heels,” came his next order. “Your ankle isn’t fully

healed.” His tone carried a hint of concern I couldn’t ignore.

I glanced down at my ankle–the sprain from weeks ago was

completely healed, but arguing was pointless. “Whatever,” I muttered,

kicking off my heels with unnecessary force, switching to silver ballet

flats. I took a deep breath and opened the door with a fake smile

plastered on my face.

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Drake waited in a perfectly tailored black suit, his dark hair slicked

back. As he reached out to adjust my collar, his fingertips lightly

brushed over a mark on my collarbone, triggering an involuntary

shiver through me. His eyes darkened, his fingers tightening at my

waist, his thumb gently caressing the fabric of my dress. “You’re

beautiful,” he said softly, his lips grazing my earlobe.

My breath caught slightly; he was so close, his scent enveloping me,

that familiar Alpha smell making my instincts betray my reason. I

hated that I could still respond to him.

The ballroom was already filled with guests. Drake’s hand rested possessively at my waist, and I felt dozens of curious eyes studying

1. me. My skin crawled under their scrutiny.

“Smile,” he murmured against my ear, his breath warm. “You’re mine tonight.” His fingers lingered at my side, gently pressing against that

sensitive patch of skin.

I pasted on my professional smile, the one I’d perfected over ten years of playing this role. “Go fuck yourself,” I whispered through my teeth,

the smile never faltering. Even in the crowd, I could feel his heat radiating into me, his fingers occasionally brushing against the slit in

my dress, barely touching my thigh.

Just get through tonight, I told myself, scanning the room for

potential allies or escape routes. One night at a time. Then never

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Drake

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I surveyed the grand ballroom, where the annual Inter–Pack Charity

Auction was in full swing. The event was merely a political necessity

-a forced display of cooperation between the Black Obsidian and

Silver Moon packs. With joint mining project negotiations underway,

my father had insisted I represent our interests this year.

I could barely focus on the auctioneer’s rapid–fire delivery. My

attention was completely fixed on Elsa beside me, her blue eyes

locked on the silver moonlight pendant displayed under the spotlights. The delicate crescent moon with its tiny embedded diamonds caught the light beautifully, but what fascinated me more was her reaction–she rarely showed interest in jewelry, yet now

seemed unable to tear her gaze away.

What the hell has gotten into her? Curiosity surged within me,

mixed with something stronger–a stinging sense of possession.

“See something you like?” I murmured, leaning close to her ear. Our

ten years of intimacy had taught me to catch every subtle change in

her expression. Even when she angered me, her presence always

calmed my inner turbulence.

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Elsa blinked, as if waking from a trance. “No, just thinking about

work,” she denied quickly, too quickly.

I could detect her tension–a subtle tell she’d never been able to hide

from me in our ten years together. Bullshit. She wants it but won’t

admit it. Stubborn as always.

“Fine, I’ll get it for you,” I stated firmly, my tone making it clear this

wasn’t a suggestion. If she wanted something, she would have it—not

because I was generous, but because I decided what she received.

“Drake, really, that’s not necessary-”

I cut her off with a sharp look. “I said I’m buying it.” End of

discussion. My jaw clenched. Why did she always have to argue about

every goddamn thing?

When the silver pendant came up for auction, I raised my paddle

immediately. Most bidders backed off once they saw my involvement

-they knew better than to compete with the Alpha of Black Obsidian,

But to my intense irritation, Allen continued raising his paddle from

across the room.

You’ve got to be shitting me. A growl formed low in my throat. Who the hell did he think he was? My blood boiled as the price climbed, far beyond what the piece was worth.

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Allen’s gaze occasionally drifted toward Elsa, and a possessive heat

surged through my chest. He’s not looking at the pendant. The

bastard is looking at her.

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