Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 239

Drake

I found her in the emergency stairwell, curled up on the landing between floors. Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid. sunshine, and even in the harsh fluorescent lighting, she looked beautiful. Exhausted, but beautiful.

I’d spent the evening in meetings, orchestrating the final details for Lillian Hale’s treatment. All to ensure Elsa remained bound to me.

I took a swig from the flask in my pocket, the whiskey burning pleasantly down my throat. My wolf stirred, hungry and impatient, catching Elsa’s unique scent–vanilla and something distinctly her. My cock hardened instantly at the smell.

She must have sensed my presence because she lifted her head, eyes widening as she spotted me leaning against the door. Her body tensed, prey recognizing predator.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked, her voice thin with fatigue but sharp with hostility.

I moved toward her with deliberate slowness, enjoying how she pressed herself against the wall as I approached. “Checking on my

investment.” My eyes roamed over her body possessively.

Anger flashed in her eyes, her hands clenching into fists, but it quickly she can’t have surgery until the day after tomorrow.”

dimmed. She was too tired to fight. Too broken. “The doctors say

“I know.” I sat beside her on the step, close enough that our thighs pressed together, my heat seeping into her. “I’ve arranged everything.”

She didn’t thank me. I didn’t expect her to.

I turned, grasping her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me. Her skin was warm against mine, her pulse visible at her throat, right below my silver moon pendant. Without warning, I pressed my lips to hers, tasting the bitter coffee on her breath, feeling her initial

resistance.

She went rigid, a small sound of protest dying in her throat, then slowly yielded, not out of desire but resignation. The knowledge should have annoyed me, but tonight, I didn’t care about her reasons. I only cared that she was here, under my hands, back where she belonged.

I deepened the kiss, pressing her against the wall, one hand sliding to grip her waist while the other tangled in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp. She didn’t fight me, but her tears wet my cheeks as I explored her mouth, my tongue claiming her. I tasted her surrender and her hatred in equal measure, and both inflamed my desire.

For over an hour, I kept her there, taking what was mine, reminding her body of its master. My hands roamed her curves, memorizing what I’d been denied for too long. When I finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her breathing uneven, her eyes reflecting a storm of conflicting emotions.

“When will you come to the apartment?” I asked, my voice husky with desire, my hand still possessively curled around the nape of her

neck.

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Chapter 239

“Please… Her voice cracked, and she looked away, shoulders slumping in detent

ber right now. Please, Dinke.

I studied her face, considering. Part of me the primal, possessive part–wanted to demand the return completely. To bend her over right here in this stairwell and remind her who she belonged to. Bet genuine desperation in her voice gave me pause.

Fine.” I stood, straightening my suit with sharp, irritated movements. “After the surgery.”

The relief on her face was palpable, her entire body sagging like a puppet with cut strings, and I felt an unexpect something. Not guilt. Never that. Perhaps just recognition of her devotion to her mother.

“Thank you, she whispered, the words clearly costing her, each syllable dragged from her unwilling throat.

I nodded once, then left her there, my wolf snarling at the separation, demanding I return and take what was mine.

Taylor was waiting for me at the hospital entrance, his expression neutral as always.

“Everything arranged for Lillian Hale’s procedure?” I asked as we walked to the car, adjusting my pants to accommodate my still-

arousal.

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