My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Teasing Me

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Chapter 259

~Author’s POV~

Isla almost whimpered aloud.

ISLA: You like teasing me?

NEIL: I like imagining how soaked you are right now. How badly you want my hands between your thighs instead of yours.

Her fingers curled around her phone tightly, her hips subtly rocking forward in her seat before she caught herself.

She wanted to press her palm between her legs so badly. Just a little pressure. Just enough to take the edge off. But she couldn’t—not here. Not while people were singing badly and dancing around her.

But damn if Neil wasn’t winning.

ISLA: I hate you.

NEIL: No, you don’t. You’re dripping for me. Admit it. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She shut her eyes for a second, biting the inside of her cheek.

ISLA: Fine. I’m wet. Throbbing. And I wish you were here.

There was a pause—a dangerous one.

NEIL: Then let’s play a game.

Her heart thudded.

ISLA: What kind of game?

NEIL: I’ll send you a voice note. You have to keep a straight face when you hear it.

Isla stared at her screen as though it could produce a nude version of her professor to help relieve her.

ISLA: Neil...

NEIL: Check your inbox. Now. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Her fingers trembled as she tapped the message icon. And there it was—one unread voice message. With a deep breath, she pressed play.

Neil’s voice came low, dark, velvet-smooth and ruinous.

"Isla... I’d bury my face between your thighs and taste how much you’ve missed me. I wouldn’t stop until your hands were in my hair and you screamed."

She swallowed a sharp gasp, her spine going rigid as her body flushed with heat.

She barely managed to hit pause before the second part played.

Students around her kept laughing, shouting, and singing off-key.

Isla sat perfectly still. Quiet. But inside, she was wrecked, and Neil knew it.

Neil: Now, go to the bathroom for me, honey, and relieve yourself, imagining I am the one.

Isla: You’re wicked.

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Meanwhile, from across the room, Emerald excused herself from the booth, stepping out for some air.

The glass doors to the garden were open, the soft perfume of moon-kissed roses wafting in.

"Emerald," a voice called gently behind her.

She turned to find Rain approaching, his hands tucked in his pockets, his posture easy. "Care for a walk?"

Her lips curved. "Sure."

He offered his hand, and after a beat, she took it.

The garden was illuminated by string lights strung along trellises. Blossoms glowed faintly under the spelllight woven into the soil. Crickets chirped in the quiet corners of the hedges, and the air was comfortably cool.

"It’s peaceful out here," Rain said, slowing near a bed of silver-glass lilies.

"It is," she agreed, brushing her fingers over a petal. "Better than the singing."

"I’ve never seen you nervous," he said after a quiet moment. "But you seem... thoughtful tonight."

Emerald glanced at him. "I’m not nervous."

"No?"

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