Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177

“Drake? Are you there?” Vera asked. “What was that sound?”

“I’m here,” he finally answered, his voice remarkably steady despite

my continued torture. “Just tired. Late night at the office.”

I bit his earlobe, pulling it between my teeth with enough force to

make him wince. Drake’s free hand fisted in my hair, but he didn’t

pull me away. His eyes bore into mine with a promise of retribution

that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Poor baby,” Vera cooed. “Should I come over? I could help you relax.

“Not tonight,” Drake replied, his eyes locked on mine, a strange mix

of anger and desire swirling in their depths. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

After hanging up, Drake’s expression darkened to something

dangerous and predatory. “You think you’re clever? Playing with fire

like that?”

“What are you going to do about it?” I challenged, my chest heaving

with each breath, adrenaline making me reckless. “Punish me? Go

ahead, I don’t give a shit anymore.”

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“Make you regret it,” he promised, his voice deadly quiet. “By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be begging for mercy. And I won’t

give you any.”

True to his word, Drake took me everywhere in the apartment- against the shower wall with water cascading down our bodies, on the kitchen counter where my nails scraped against the marble, bent over

the back of the sofa as I cursed his name. Each time I thought I

couldn’t take anymore, my limbs shaking with exhaustion, he proved

me wrong, drawing responses from my body I didn’t know were

possible.

“Your scent has changed,” he murmured against my skin as we lay

tangled in the sheets near dawn, my body covered in a sheen of sweat, marks from his mouth and hands forming a map of possession across

my skin. “It’s richer. More mature.”

I turned my face away, blinking back unexpected tears. “Is that your

way of saying I’m getting old?” My voice cracked despite my attempt

at sarcasm.

“No.” His fingers traced my collarbone possessively, sending

aftershocks through my oversensitive nerves. “It’s better. More… you.”

I closed my eyes, refusing to feel anything at his words. I’d noticed he

hadn’t been with another woman recently–his scent was pure Drake, without the lingering traces of perfume or other omegas that usually

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clung to him. But that didn’t mean anything. Drake Stone didn’t do

fidelity, especially not for someone like me. Don’t be a fucking idiot,

Elsa. You’re just convenient.

The jarring ringtone shattered the moment again. Vera, calling at four

in the goddamn morning. Drake cursed under his breath but made no

move to answer as I let out a humorless laugh.

“Aren’t you going to get that?” I taunted, even as he carried my

exhausted body toward the bathroom, my limbs hanging limply, too

drained to fight. “Your real girlfriend needs you.”

He ignored me, setting me on the counter and starting the shower.

The phone finally stopped, then immediately began ringing again

with an insistence that matched its owner’s personality.

With a sigh of frustration, Drake snatched it up, his movements sharp

with annoyance. “What?”

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