Seducing Drake Palma Novels & Stories

Drake remarked, planting a quick kiss on my mother's cheek, which caused her to blush slightly. "But how do we get him to expose himself? He is a smart man and has been doing this for years so he won't make any mistakes, " Drake said as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration My fingers tapped rhythmically on the bed as I thought of a way for us to expose Alpha Lucas. Like Drake said, he has always managed to stay one step ahead. So, how can we make him slip up? I thought as my mind raced as I considered different strategies.

Liliana retorted. “He’s actually a...,” replied Maddison, opting to not finish the sentence. They would continue to go in circles unless she gave Liliana what she wanted. “His name is Morgan Drake and he’s a doctor by profession.” Liliana went to work, typing away on her phone. When the search on one social media app turned up nothing, she moved to the next. After a few minutes of searching, she put down her phone and let out a sigh. “I can’t find him. I think he’s a ghost.”

I wasn’t Alma anymore—I was a banquet laid bare. Drake stood at my side, his hand gripping my wrist tight enough to anchor me. He looked around at the men, his mouth curling into a grin sharp enough to cut. “Bon appétit, motherfuckers,” he said, his voice carrying over the music like a challenge. The air shifted, heavy with hunger. And then they came. They descended on me as though the words had broken a spell, as though Drake’s invitation had snapped whatever fragile restraint these men might have held.

She leaned in, her lips just inches from his. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of her lips against his. He kissed her deeply, his body coming alive with desire. He picked her up and carried her to a nearby bedroom, his passion for her growing stronger with every step. They fell onto the bed together and as they kissed, Lance felt himself being pulled away from reality. He was no longer the Mafia Boss, but instead a man in love, a man consumed with desire for the woman in his arms. He explored her body, his hands exploring every curve and crevice. His desire for her was overwhelming, and as they moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony, he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.

“I thought I told you in the bar , I am syora by the way.” “I am Drake,” I have seriously forgotten. She heard him sigh softly, then he placed his large palm on her back and slowly ran it over her skin, leaving a soothing sensation in his wake. When his palm got to her waist, he paused and moved in, leaning on her frame. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he flickered the tip of his tongue over it, making her shiver.

He said that he can help me in many ways if we eventually become a sex mate. Drake left me alone to think about his request; I left for the party; everyone pays no attention to me and I went downstairs; Drake is at the bar drinking with a few of the guys at the party; he was seated alone when Muna approached his chair; she is laughing, she held Drake's hand and left with him to the dance; I watch them from the stairs; Muna rolls her hip a lot closer to Drake's dick; I don't know it if she wants to give him an erection by dancing like that; I walk away and I left; I just couldn't continue watching Muna dance with the boy that not too long ago; asked me to become his sex mate; I am still a lit

Drakes pov As I came inside the salon ,I saw emliy in this beautiful wedding gown she looked breathtaking ,but wait she is crying . As soon as she saw me she started crying even loudly and started saying things .I could not process for a moment ,what had happened so suddenly. Then I realised that the wedding and everything was happening so fast that she still wasn't ready . But what could I do ,I wanted to make her mine as soon as possible. Before anyone else took her away from me.wait took her away from no no no I will never let that happen ,I need her ,I know I sound like a phyco but she really is my obsession and I can't see her near any other male species.

“Drake said this room gets the best moonlight. I just had old wounds removed at a healing ward beyond the border, and I need moon energy to recover.” A shadow crossed my eyes. She was staying in the Alpha master bedroom Drake and I were supposed to share after the marking ceremony. The door opened again. Drake walked in carrying freshly hunted antelope meat and a bunch of moon orchids. When he looked at me, there was clear displeasure in his eyes. “What are you trying to do now?” His voice was low and accusing. “You already drove Scarlett away once. She is under our pack’s protection now, and this is her home.”

“He didn’t — we didn’t. But he, err. Maya, he—” “Use your words, Elena.” “He went down on me.” The car swerves slightly. “He what.” “You heard me.” “Dr. DeLuca, your licensed sex therapist, got on his knees—” “Please stop saying it like that.” “Was it good?” I look out the window. I’m smiling before I can stop it. I feel it happen and hate it and love it in equal measure. “Oh my god,” Maya breathes. “It was good.”

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