Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164

“Time for bed,” I said firmly, ignoring the protests of my wolf, which

was still clawing at my insides, demanding I finish what we’d started.

She didn’t resist as I lifted her into my arms. Her head lolled against my shoulder, her body warm and pliant. I gritted my teeth, willing my

heartbeat to slow. Sophia’s guest room was down the hall, door ajar,

revealing a neatly made bed with pale blue sheets.

“Don’t leave me,” she mumbled as I carried her, her arms looped

around my neck. Tears dampened her long lashes, leaving wet tracks

down her cheeks. “You smell different,” she added, her nose pressed

against my neck, her breath warm against my skin.

I laid her gently on the bed, but as I tried to straighten, she pulled me

down with surprising strength, positioning me over her. My arms

braced on either side of her head, my body hovering inches above

hers. Fuck, this was torture.

“Elsa,” I said warningly, my voice a low growl as I fought for control.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Her gaze was heavy–lidded, her lips parted. “Like what?”

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“Like you want me to kiss you again.” I could feel my eyes changing,

knew they were probably glowing with that telltale amber of a wolf

barely holding on to his human side.

“Maybe I do,” she whispered, and despite my better judgment-

despite knowing I’d hate myself in the morning–I lowered my head

and captured her mouth with mine.

She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me

closer. I could feel her heart racing, smell the desire mixing with the

alcohol in her blood. My hand slid beneath her blouse before I could

stop myself, revealing the edge of white lace against pale skin.

I should stop, I told myself, even as I helped her remove her top, my

fingers trembling slightly. This isn’t right. She’s vulnerable, drunk,

confused. You’re not a goddamn animal, even if part of you is.

But then I saw the small mole on her back, just below her right

shoulder blade, and something about that tiny imperfection on her

otherwise perfect skin broke through my haze of desire. This wasn’t

just any woman–this was Elsa, who had already been used and

discarded by one man. I wouldn’t be another. I couldn’t be another.

“Drake, you bastard,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as she

drifted toward unconsciousness.

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His name on her lips was like a bucket of cold water. I pulled away,

my breathing ragged, ashamed of how close I’d come to taking

advantage of her state. Carefully, I redressed her, my hands now

steady and methodical, making sure she was comfortable before

pulling the covers over her.

She whimpered slightly in her sleep, her brow furrowing. I sat beside

her, gently rubbing her back until her breathing deepened and her

face relaxed. My wolf was still restless, pacing the confines of my

mind, but I pushed it down firmly. Not now.

The moonlight painted silver stripes across her sleeping form. She

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