My Alphas' Dark Desires

Chapter 258: Sextexting-Dinner

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Chapter 258

~Author’s POV~

By the time dessert plates had been cleared, a new wave of energy had spread across the group.

With full stomachs and flushed cheeks, the students were in the mood for more than just sightseeing.

Professor Winnie clapped her hands once. "Alright, who’s brave enough for karaoke?"

Cheers erupted.

"Let’s set up near the lounge," someone shouted, and the students scrambled to claim couches and beanbags around the portable speaker and mic stand.

Within minutes, a karaoke app was launched, and the chaos began: off-key renditions of classic ballads, synchronised dance moves, and way too much confidence.

Isla stayed near the back, her arms folded as she watched with an amused smirk.

"That should’ve been you," she said and typed when a student cracked a note high enough to startle a nearby server, and she hit send.

She glanced down at her screen to see the typing icon moving. With her earpod fixed in place, she was on a voice call with Professor Neil while chatting with him to avoid too many suspicions.

Neil: Trust me, I wish it were.

Isla: I wish you had come on the trip.

Neil: I wanted to come on the trip ,but things didn’t exactly go according to plan.

Her brow creased as she heaved a deep sigh and typed.

Isla: Let me guess. Kieran.

Isla could almost swear she saw him exhale when he typed ’sigh’.

Neil: He had a hand in it. I was supposed to be in your assistant coach group. Got reassigned last minute.

Isla’s jaw tightened as her eyes scanned the room, searching.

Isla: Unbelievable. He’s still trying to twist the board like it’s his chess game.

She spotted Kieran by the bar, laughing with a group of students, utterly at ease.

Her glare was instant.

Her phone vibrated against her palm, Neil’s voice still coming through her earpod.

Neil (voice): "Isla. Don’t."

Isla’s fingers flew across the screen as her jaw clenched.

ISLA:Too late.

Neil (voice): "Don’t cause a scene. He wants that."

Isla:I don’t care what he wants.

There was a pause. His voice dropped. noveldrama

Neil (voice): "Then care what I want."

She paused, lips tightening as the mic passed to another student. More laughter. More distractions. Her hand hovered near her phone.

Neil (voice): "Let it go... for now. I’ll text you instead. You know... the kind you like."

Isla arched a brow, intrigued.

Isla:Really?

Neil (voice): "Keep your eyes off Kieran, and I’ll keep your screen very, very busy."

Her mouth twitched at the edge. She sighed, dragging her gaze away from the bar.

Isla (voice): "You better make it worth it."

Neil (voice): "Oh, I will."

At that moment, a group of students erupted into a horribly off-tune version of a pop anthem. The sound was enough to make her wince.

She tapped the earbud and ended the call.

Isla: You’re gonna have to stick to chat. The singing’s too distracting.

Neil: That’s fine. Sexting it is.

Her screen lit again almost immediately.

Neil: Thinking about how you’d sound more breathless than that singer if you were in my lap right now...

Isla bit her lip.

Isla: You’re lucky this place is loud.

Neil: Or I’d have you moaning my name already.

Isla: You’re evil.

Neil: You like it.

She glanced up, cheeks pink, smile wicked. And gods, she really did.

Another student got up to sing—this time a dramatic ballad that involved way too much arm waving and not enough pitch control.

Most of the lounge was cackling or singing along badly on purpose. Isla, however, was still fixed on her screen.

Neil: If we were alone right now... I’d have your legs over my shoulders.

She inhaled sharply, grateful for the chaos around her. No one was watching her—not closely.

Isla: You’d be kissing the hell out of me first. That’s the rule.

Neil: I’d start slow. Mouth on your throat. Your collarbone. Then lower.

She shifted in her seat, trying to play it cool as Emerald leaned over from another couch to scream-sing the chorus of the song with Isla’s name in it. She waved her off with a forced grin.

Isla: This is cruel. I’m surrounded by bad singing and worse lighting.

Neil: I’d make the lights flicker with how hard you’d be shaking.

Isla’s eyes widened slightly.

Isla: Oh my gods.

Neil: I want to pull your hair and make you whisper my name like it’s sacred.

She tightened her grip on her phone.

Isla: You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?

Neil: Gladly. And I’ll make it slow.

Laughter erupted from the front of the room as a student finished their wild solo with a dramatic mic drop.

Isla took a shaky breath, fanning herself subtly with her hand.

Isla: You’re officially not allowed to teach physics anymore.

Neil: Why?

Isla: Because clearly, you specialize in chemistry.

Neil: Then let me conduct an experiment on you.

She bit back a grin, cheeks flushed.

Isla: What kind of experiment?

Neil: The kind where I test how many times I can make you scream my name in one night.

Her breath caught.

Isla slid her phone under the fold of her hoodie and stared ahead, lips twitching, pulse racing.

Somewhere behind the off-key notes and laughter, Neil’s messages kept coming. And every single one left her warm, distracted, and aching for the trip to end—so something else could begin.

Isla shifted again on the chair, pressing her knees tighter together beneath the fold of her hoodie. The messages weren’t just getting bolder—they were getting to her.

Every line from Neil set off sparks in her blood, a slow-burning ache that pulsed deeper with each word.

Her phone buzzed again.

Neil:I’d have you on your knees. Right now. Hands on my thighs. Lips warm and full around my cock.

Isla exhaled shakily, her thighs instinctively clenching as a hot pulse throbbed between them.

Isla:Neil...

NEIL:I’d grip your hair gently at first. Guide you. Let you hear every sound you pull from me.

She squeezed her legs together more tightly, grateful no one was paying attention to her.

The air in the lounge felt too warm suddenly, like her skin didn’t fit right. Her core throbbed, each word making it worse—no, better. She couldn’t decide.

ISLA:You’re going to make me leave this room.

NEIL:Don’t. Stay. Be good. Suffer for me a little.