Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 266

Alpha’s Private Plaything

Chapter 266

Before I could process his words, Drake’s hand slid to the small of my back, guiding me firmly toward a door marked “Staff Only.” My pulse quickened, and not entirely from fear.

“Where are we-”

“We need to talk,” he said, though his darkening eyes suggested talking wasn’t his priority.

The private lounge was small but luxurious, with leather couches and dim lighting. Drake locked the door behind us, the click echoing with finality. I backed away until I hit the edge of a coffee table, my hands gripping it for support.

“Drake, there are pack members right outside,” I protested weakly as he advanced, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, gently dabbing at the perspiration on my forehead. “No one would dare interrupt us.”

His touch was deceptively gentle as he traced my collarbone, but his eyes held that predatory gleam I knew too well. I tried to step back, but the couch hit the backs of my knees. “Shit,” I whispered, feeling trapped.

“The others will wonder where we’ve gone,” I whispered, my voice betraying me with its tremor. My legs felt like jelly beneath me.

“Let them wonder.” His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin where my pulse hammered traitorously. “I need you. Now.”

What followed was a blur of demanding hands and whispered commands, my body responding despite my mind’s protests. “Goddamnit,” I gasped as my traitorous body surrendered. Drake’s dominant nature was on full display as he guided my movements, his satisfaction evident when I finally complied.

Afterward, he straightened his clothes with practiced efficiency while I struggled to compose myself, shame and resentment warring within me. I yanked my sweater down with trembling hands, wanting to crawl out of my own skin.

“You look beautiful when you’re flushed,” he commented casually, as if we’d just had a normal conversation instead of a stolen intimate encounter in a shooting range lounge.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, fixing my sweater with trembling hands, my chest heaving with barely contained rage.

He just laughed, the sound rich and infuriatingly confident.

At lunch, I surprised myself by devouring three bowls of clam chowder. Something about the rich, creamy soup awakened a ravenous hunger I hadn’t realized I had. I practically licked the bowl clean, not caring how it looked.

Drake watched me with amusement as I scraped the bottom of my third bowl. “Do you know what soup that is?” he asked loudly enough

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for others at our table to hear.

I swallowed my last spoonful, suddenly self–conscious. “Clam chowder?”

“In our pack, it’s considered an aphrodisiac,” he said with a smirk. “Particularly potent for omegas.”

Heat rushed to my face as 1 hastily pushed the empty bowl away, nearly knocking over my water glass in the process. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered. The other diners at our table–Bruce, Allen, and Joseph–chuckled knowingly, making my embarrassment complete.

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“I wasn’t…” I began, then stopped, mortified. My leg bounced nervously under the table.

Drake pushed the bowl back toward me. “Drink the rest,” he commanded softly, his alpha tone slipping into the words.

I glared at him, my eyes burning with humiliation. “You’re such an asshole,” I whispered, but found myself lifting the bowl to my lips, finishing the last drops of the rich broth. Damn his alpha commands and my body’s instinctive response.

Bruce cleared his throat. “Ladies, I suggest spending the afternoon at the hot springs. The mineral content is excellent for the skin, and I’m sure you could use some relaxation after this morning’s… excitement.”

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