I rested my head and closed my eyes. He began to caress the tip of my p*ssy without even removing my underwear. I moaned softly as his hands traveled the whole area. F**k! I held the chair tight. My legs began to shake uncontrollably as he continued to scratch the surface with a feral speed. He stopped and drifted his chair backward. I opened my eyes to see what he was up to. Goodness, he clasped my legs together as though they weigh less than a feather— thanks to Drake's solid muscles. He yanked my underwear and flung it away at once. “We are in the dining room, Remember?” I moaned out trying to remind my Alpha that we are not where we should be doing this sort of thing. “That should make it more interesting. Unique. Rare. Less stressful.” He made sure he spoke every word one at a time. “Not if we get caught.” I reminded him. “Until then.” He gave me an I-don't care-smile. Knock Knock! I heard at the door. I gasped. I remembered I hadn’t closed the door when I came in. “Who is it?” Drake asked. “Simon.” He was Alpha's beta. What had brought him, I asked in between thoughts. Drake left three long kisses on my lap, causing me to wet more. Hissssh! I wish Simon was never here.