Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 85: Intense

Chapter 85: Intense

Kane’s POV:

I leaned in, capturing her soft lips in a kiss that started out gentle but quickly spiraled into something more urgent—more desperate. My tongue teased the seam of her mouth until she gasped softly, just enough for me to slip inside and claim her fully. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and innocent, and it only fueled the fire inside me.

Her eyelids fluttered as she stirred awake beneath me. Her sleepy, wide-eyed gaze made me smirk against her lips, and when I finally pulled back, I let my words pour over her like a dark confession.

"You’ve been very naughty this whole night, little mate," I whispered, my voice rough with the desire I could no longer hide.

She blinked in confusion for half a second—adorable, really—until realization hit. I watched as she registered her position, her body tangled with mine, my hard-on pressing against her soft warmth. Where we were, how we were positioned. Her leg had been thrown over me all night, and her sweet, soft body had been pressed up against me like she belonged there. The blush that crept across her cheeks made her all the more tempting. Flustered, she scrambled to move her leg off me... but it was far too late.

"Where do you think you’re going?" I growled playfully, rolling us so she was pinned beneath me, my arms bracing me above her. Her breath hitched as I stared down at her—her hair a mess from sleep, her lips swollen from my kiss, her chest rising and falling quickly as her body betrayed her.

"What were you dreaming about, little mate?" I teased, my voice dipping lower as I leaned in closer.

"N-Nothing," she squeaked, looking away in embarrassment.

"Liar." I chuckled darkly, trailing my lips from her jaw down to her neck, leaving a heated path of kisses in my wake. The second my mouth reached the sensitive spot near her collarbone, she released the softest whimper, her body arching instinctively beneath me.

"Yes, those noises," I murmured against her skin, pleased with myself as I grazed my teeth along her neck. Her scent surrounded me—her arousal, already building, made my cock throb painfully in my shorts.

Unable to resist, my hand slid down her body, over the baggy shirt that did absolutely nothing to hide her curves and harden nipples. I found her breast—firm, soft, and just the right size for my palm—and gave it a gentle squeeze. Elena gasped, arching into my touch, her hands clutching at the sheets beside her. Goddess, they were perfect. Firm, soft, and the perfect size to fit into my hand, like they were made just for me. I squeezed gently again, earning a sharp intake of breath that made me grin against her skin.

"Were you dreaming about me?" I asked, my thumb grazing over her hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her lips parted, little whimpers escaping as I continued my slow, torturous assault. Her response came in the form of a soft moan, her back arching again as I teased her further.

"Was it me, love?" I asked again, my patience wearing thin. I shifted my hips, pressing myself against her as I positioned myself perfectly between her legs. Even with our clothes on, the friction was divine.

Elena gasped loudly, her head falling back as I ground against her.

"Answer me, little mate," I demanded softly, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I shifted, grinding my hips into her. Even though we were both still clothed, the friction was enough to send a wave of pleasure rushing through me. Fuck, that felt good.

It had been torture all night, and now... I was giving us both a taste of the fire.

"Was it me?" I asked again, grinding into her once more. Her moan turned into a gasp, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her.

"You..." she finally choked out, her voice breaking as I pressed harder against her.

"Huh? Who, love?" I teased, slowing my movements just to frustrate her further.

"For fuck’s sake, Kane," she growled in frustration, her voice desperate and needy. "Don’t fucking stop!"

I couldn’t help but chuckle darkly.

"So demanding," I murmured, loving the way she was unraveling beneath me.

I resumed my movements, grinding my aching cock into her clothed center as she spread her legs wider, giving me more access. The friction was almost too much—her heat, her scent, her soft gasps and cries. I was completely lost in her, my self-control hanging by a thread. I ground into her harder, faster, reveling in the way she clung to me and moaned my name like I was the only thing keeping her alive.

Before I lost it completely, I rolled her onto her stomach, my hands sliding beneath her shirt to grip her bare breasts as I positioned myself behind her. Her perfect ass was arched into the air, pressing into my cock as I resumed the slow, delicious grind.

"Fuck, Elena," I groaned, my voice raw as I gripped her breasts tighter, squeezing them harder enough to draw another sharp gasp from her lips.

Her body went taut, and then she cried out, her release crashing over her. The sound of her pleasure, the feel of her shaking beneath me—it pushed me over the edge. Watching her fall apart—because of me—was my undoing. I ground into her one last time, my cock throbbing as I spilled into my shorts, a low growl rumbling from my chest as I came harder than I ever had before—without even being inside her. It was insane. She was insane. My perfect little mate had me completely undone.

Breathless and trembling, I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms before she could even process what had happened. Her face was buried in my chest, and I could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks.

No penetration. No nudity. And yet, that had been the most intense, most satisfying experience of my life.

"That... that doesn’t count as breaking any rules, right?" I teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She let out a frustrated groan, swatting at my chest.

"You’re impossible, Kane."

I grinned wickedly, holding her tighter.

"And you, my little mate, are mine."

So here I am now, at the office again, trying to do my duties as an Alpha while my brain is still replaying last night on a damn loop. I need to get a grip. I’m supposed to be the Alpha—strong, in control, a leader. But my sweet little mate? She’s unknowingly turning me into a damn mess.

I’ve got two choices here:

Take another hundred cold showers until I develop hypothermia, Is it even possible?

Find a way to rein in this crazy temptation before I lose my mind completely.

But let’s be real, with Elena? I’m already losing it.

...

Work did little to calm my wolf, Ash—my wolf—was in the land of pure fuckery, and you can already guess who the center of his fantasies was. Our mate. Sweet, innocent Elena. He was still growling in my head, pissed that we hadn’t marked her yet, and no amount of reasoning could get him to calm down. But then again, it wasn’t just him. I wasn’t much better. Growling at me every damn hour as if I wasn’t already feeling the same. But at least the little indulgence this morning had reined in his foul mood, for now.

That didn’t stop the issue of having a horny, restless wolf snarling at the back of my mind. I swear, I was on the verge of losing it entirely. How the hell was I supposed to focus on running a pack, on meetings, on anything, when all I could think about was her—soft, flushed, mine—and the little moans she made as I brought her to the edge this morning?

I sighed, dragging my focus back to the towering stack of paperwork in front of me. I tried—tried—to push her out of my mind and do the job that brought me to this cursed office. But how the hell was I supposed to think straight when my wolf kept replaying everything about her? Her soft little noises, the feel of her body beneath mine, the way she whispered my name like it was a prayer.

Ash wasn’t helping either. He was pacing in my mind like a horny, frustrated bastard, barking in irritation at my self-control. "We should have marked her. Claimed her. She’s ours."

"Shut it," I growled quietly.

Goddess, fuck. My thoughts spiraled, and I scrubbed my face with my hands, trying to pull it together. My brain, that one little brain cell that hadn’t switched off into fantasy land, fought hard to keep me focused.

I was hanging on by a thread. My last brain cell—the single one not hijacked by fantasies of my mate—was desperately trying to keep me focused. I tried. I really did. But just as I started making progress with the pile of paperwork in front of me, there was a knock at the door.

Distraction. Good. I welcomed it with open arms because I needed something, anything, to pull me out of the pit of temptation I kept falling into.

Only the second I looked up, I realized it was not a nice distraction.

Ashley.