Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 82: Teasing

Chapter 82: Teasing

Elena POV

I heard the tap running, and I guessed he was washing his plate. The sound of water splashing and clinking dishes filled the air before the tap was turned off likely washing his plate. Then came the faint hum of the fridge opening and closing. Moments later, I heard the soft glug of him drinking something. My senses were on high alert, each sound amplified in the silence as I sat there blindfolded.

Finally, I heard his footsteps approaching, measured and deliberate. Each step seemed to reverberate through my chest.

"You remember the rules, love?" he asked, his voice low and velvety.

I almost nodded instinctively but caught myself just in time. "Yes," I replied softly, my voice shaky but clear.

"Good," he said, his tone carrying a hint of approval. "Now relax."

I exhaled slowly, willing myself to do as he said. My body was tense, but his words carried a soothing command I found hard to resist.

I felt his hands lightly part my thighs, his touch warm against my skin as he positioned himself between them. Even without sight, every sensation felt heightened—every small shift, every brush of his fingers sent a thrill coursing through me.

Without warning, I felt him push back the hair draped over my shoulder, baring the skin of my neck. The cool air kissed my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the sudden rush I felt when he leaned closer.

Kane leaned in, so close I could feel his breath ghosting over my skin. It was warm and steady, a stark contrast to the sudden coolness that followed when he blew gently against the nape of my neck. A tremor ran through me, but it wasn’t from the cold—it was something far deeper, something primal.

He paused for a moment, as if hesitating, and I wondered what was going through his mind. Then, I felt his warm breath against my neck, steady and tantalizing.

My breath caught in my throat, the anticipation almost unbearable. Then, I felt it—his lips brushing against my neck, followed by a sensation I hadn’t expected.

His tongue? No, it wasn’t just his tongue—it was something cold and slick, gliding over my skin. The contrast between the warmth of his breath and the icy sensation was dizzying, sending shockwaves of pleasure and confusion through me.

I gasped, my body instinctively leaning toward him, craving more even as I tried to process what was happening. The cold object trailed slowly along my neck, deliberate and unhurried, leaving a tingling path in its wake.

"Relax, love," he murmured again, sensing my initial tension. His voice alone was enough to make me let go, to trust him implicitly.

I nodded slightly, my trust in him overriding the nervous energy coursing through me. Whatever this was, whatever he was doing, I couldn’t deny how it made me feel—alive, electrified, completely at his mercy.

The cold, slick sensation trailed along the curve of my neck, sending ripples of heat and anticipation through me. I tried to focus on the sensations, to let go of my nervousness and simply feel. Every move he made, every touch, every sound, seemed designed to drive me further into a state of blissful surrender.

"Kane... what is that?" I asked breathlessly, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

"Shh, love," he whispered, his voice laced with amusement and something deeper—something that made my stomach flutter. "Just feel. No questions."

I swallowed hard, nodding, though I knew he couldn’t see it. The blindfold heightened everything. Not being able to see him made every touch, every movement, a mystery. My senses seemed to sharpen in response, making the experience even more intense.

The cold object trailed lower, brushing against the sensitive hollow of my collarbone before making its way back up to the curve of my neck. It was maddening, the slow, deliberate way he moved, keeping me on edge.

Whatever it was—be it ice, or something else entirely—it wasn’t just cold. It was Kane. And the combination of his warm breath, his low chuckle, and the contrast of the cool sensation on my skin was enough to leave me utterly undone.

I tilted my head slightly, granting him more access, my body betraying my need for him. His breath warmed the cool trail he left behind, and I couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped my lips.

"You’re doing so well, love," he murmured against my skin, his voice filled with a mix of pride and something darker, something possessive.

He paused, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. I felt the lingering chill on my skin from whatever cold object he had used, the contrast still tingling through me. And then, just as I was about to question what he was doing, I felt the warmth of his lips—soft, firm, and purposeful—press against each spot where the cold sensation had lingered.

The first kiss landed on my neck, gentle but deliberate, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips. The sensation was overwhelming, the contrast of warmth and chill leaving me breathless. Slowly, methodically, his lips moved across my skin, tracing the same path as before. Each kiss ignited a spark that traveled down my spine, settling low in my belly and making my thighs tremble.

He kissed the hollow of my collarbone, lingering there just long enough to make me squirm. I could feel him smiling against my skin, completely aware of the effect he was having on me.

Then, his hands started moving—slow, deliberate, and maddening. I felt him begin to unbutton my blouse, each button slipping free with an agonizing slowness. My breaths quickened with every passing second, and I fought so hard to keep my hands at my sides as the rules dictated. I wanted to touch him, to pull him closer, to erase the space between us that felt far too large despite him being right there.

"Kane..." I breathed, my voice laced with need and desperation.

He paused briefly, his lips brushing against my ear. "What is it, love?" His voice was deep, husky, and so intoxicating that I almost whimpered.

I bit my lip, fighting the urge to break his rule and touch him. "You’re... you’re teasing me," I whispered, panting lightly.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a jolt of heat straight through me. "Patience, mate," he murmured, his hands continuing their slow work on my blouse. "You’re doing so well for me. Don’t ruin it now."

His words made my cheeks flush, but I was too far gone to care. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious tension building with every moment.

Finally, my blouse was unbuttoned, the cool air brushing against my skin and making me shiver. I felt him step back slightly, his presence still close, and I knew he was looking at me—admiring me in a way that made my heart race.

I couldn’t help myself anymore. My legs moved of their own accord, wrapping around his waist as I tried to pull him closer, desperate for the relief I knew only he could give me.

But Kane had other plans. He stilled for a moment before gently prying my legs apart, spreading them wider as he chuckled low in his throat.

"You’re really naughty, mate," he said, his voice full of amusement and something darker—something that made my whole body heat up even more.

I groaned softly in frustration, biting my lip to keep from begging. "You’re torturing me, Kane," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned forward again, his lips brushing the edge of my jaw, his breath warm and teasing. "Oh, love, this is just the beginning," he murmured against my skin.

The promise in his words sent a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through me, leaving me breathless and aching for more. I could feel every touch, every kiss, like fire against my skin. I was helpless under his hands and his voice, and I didn’t want him to stop.

And the worst part? I trusted him. Completely. Every ounce of doubt and hesitation I’d once felt about him was slipping away, replaced by a yearning that I couldn’t deny anymore.

But Kane, being Kane, wasn’t going to let me off that easily.

"Keep your hands to yourself, love," he reminded me, though his tone was far too smug for my liking.

I growled softly, my frustration spilling out before I could stop it. "You’re impossible," I muttered.

He only laughed, the sound deep and utterly unrepentant, and continued his slow, intoxicating torment.

My breath hitched when Kane’s hands moved, his palm cupping my center through my shorts, sending a shockwave through my body. My legs trembled, the sensation both relieving and infuriating at the same time. He wasn’t pushing hard enough, wasn’t giving me what I desperately needed, and yet it was too much all at once.

I squirmed slightly, my body reacting instinctively to his touch. Then, with deliberate slowness, I felt his finger trace a line—agonizingly light—down the center of my now-soaking shorts. A shiver ran through me, and I bit my lip, trying to hold in the whimper that threatened to escape.

The fabric was damp, soaked with my arousal, and I knew he could feel it too. There was no hiding it—not with the way my shorts clung to me, or with the unmistakable scent of my desire hanging heavy in the air between us.

"Kane..." I whispered, my voice trembling. I wasn’t sure if I was pleading for him to stop or begging for more.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and full of satisfaction. "So wet already, love," he murmured, his tone making me feel hot all over. "And I’ve barely touched you."

His words sent a jolt of heat straight to my core, and I squirmed again, my hands gripping the edges of the table tightly to keep myself from reaching for him. Why had I agreed to this?

"Relax," Kane whispered, his hand still pressed against me, his finger continuing its lazy path up and down the damp fabric. It wasn’t enough—not nearly enough—but it still made my head spin.

I fought to keep my breaths steady, but it was impossible. The anticipation, the teasing—it was driving me insane. My hips moved on their own, seeking more friction, more of him, but Kane stilled me instantly, pressing down just slightly to hold me in place.

"Easy, mate," he said, his voice deep and firm. "You’re not in charge here."

The command in his voice made me freeze, but the warmth of it—the way it made me feel like I could trust him completely—was just as overwhelming as his touch. I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold, focusing on the sound of his voice, the feeling of his hands, and the slow-burning fire building inside me.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Do you feel that, Elena?" he whispered, pressing his palm against me just a little harder.

"Yes..." I breathed, my voice shaky and desperate.

"That’s just me showing you," he continued, his tone dark and intoxicating, "that pleasure doesn’t have to hurt."

His words made something inside me twist and unravel all at once. My body felt like it was on the verge of shattering, and all he was doing was teasing me through my clothes. My breathing turned ragged, my thighs trembling as his finger traced over me again, a deliberate pace that had me teetering on the edge of frustration and bliss.

"Kane..." I whispered again, my voice breaking with need.

He hummed softly, as though pleased with himself, but didn’t move any faster. "Patience, love. I told you—no rushing."

I bit down on my lip hard, trying to suppress the desperate sound that threatened to escape me. The teasing, the slow pace, the not enough—it was driving me wild.

But at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop.