Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 88: He Knows

Chapter 88: He Knows

(Mature Content Ahead)

Elena POV:

I don’t even know when it happened, but somewhere in the middle of all that tension, the electricity running between us, my mind finally started to blur. I was too tired to think about the pressure of his cock pressed against me, that unmistakable feeling of desire, his warmth radiating into me like a furnace. I had been so aware of it, so hyper-focused on every sensation—every breath, every heartbeat—but eventually, my body started to shut down, the need for sleep creeping in.

Maybe it was the exhaustion from the long day, or maybe it was the sheer overload of emotions, but I stopped thinking. I stopped worrying about the heat that had built up between us, that undeniable tension. The sensation of him so close, so right there, pressing against my back, started to fade into the background as my eyelids grew heavier. His presence was still a constant, warm weight against me, but I stopped caring about what had been poking me a few minutes ago. It wasn’t that I stopped feeling it, but the ache turned into a soft hum in the distance.

I think I just needed to let go.

With every passing second, the exhaustion pulled me deeper. His steady breath against my neck became a lullaby, his arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe, close. Even though my body still trembled from the desire that had consumed me earlier, sleep tugged at my consciousness, soothing the overwhelming sensations until all that was left was the quiet rhythm of our breaths in sync.

I had forgotten about everything—the kiss, the touch, the ache of him pressed against me.

I closed my eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me, the way he molded himself to my body, his heat seeping through my thin shirt, making me feel warm and protected. He was there, holding me, and for a moment, I didn’t want to think about anything else.

Sleep came like a wave, and I let it drown me.

"I want you," Kane whispered in my ear, his deep, husky voice sending shivers down my spine. He was still spooning me, his hard body pressed firmly against mine. "I know you can feel it... how much I want you," he said seductively, his hips shifting as he rubbed himself against my ass.

And oh, boy, did I feel it.

The heat of him, the hardness growing with every deliberate movement, made my breath hitch. His arm, which had been wrapped around my waist to keep me close, slowly began to trail upward, tugging my oversized T-shirt along with it.

The cold air brushing against my skin as the fabric slid higher made me shiver, contrasting sharply with the growing heat from behind me. The anticipation was unbearable, my body hypersensitive to every touch, every movement. I could feel the slow, teasing pace of his hand as it worked its way upward, setting my nerves alight.

When his hand reached my chest, it didn’t hesitate. Kane cupped my breast firmly, his large hand squeezing and fondling me, pulling a mess of moans from my lips. With every squeeze, his hips pressed harder against me, his thick length grinding against my ass. I could feel him twitching, pulsing, as though the heat between us was fueling him.

My head was spinning. I’d never felt this way before—completely out of control and at his mercy, yet somehow desperate for more.

Just when I thought I might lose myself entirely, his hand left my chest, and I whimpered at the loss. But then it traveled down to my waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he began to tug them down, the fabric brushing over my heated skin.

Still spooning me, I couldn’t see his face, but his hot breath against my ear sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me. His dirty whispers, the way his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of my ear, made me shiver.

With my shorts finally gone, I waited, my heart pounding. I thought he’d pull my panties off next, but no—he didn’t. Instead, I felt his cock, heavy and hot, slip out of his own shorts, sliding between my thighs.

He didn’t push inside me. Not yet.

Instead, he started to move, thrusting his hips slowly, deliberately, his length gliding against the slickness of my inner thighs. The thin fabric of my panties did little to dull the sensation, and every stroke sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My clit throbbed with every rub, the friction almost too much, yet not enough to satisfy the aching need building inside me.

I couldn’t help myself. I looked down, my breath catching as I saw the head of his cock poking through my thighs with every thrust. The sight alone was enough to make my cheeks burn, but it also filled me with a daring sort of excitement.

Before I could think twice, I reached down, letting my fingers brush against him.

The groan that tore from his throat was loud and guttural, his voice rasping as he said, "Do that again."

His reaction made me giddy, the way he cursed under his breath and twitched against my fingers telling me I’d done something right. Emboldened, I fondled the tip of him again, feeling the slickness there, and his grip on my waist tightened.

"Fuck, you’re my undoing," he growled, his voice raw and filled with need.

Suddenly, he pulled away, sitting up and rolling me onto my back in one swift motion. My heart raced as he positioned himself between my legs, his dark, intense gaze locking onto mine.

With one hand, he gripped the waistband of my panties, and with a sharp, fluid motion, he tore them apart. The sound of the fabric ripping made my breath catch, and the look on his face—possessive and predatory—made my thighs tremble.

"You’re mine," he said, his voice low and commanding, the smirk on his lips sending a thrill through me.

Before I could respond, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was consuming, his tongue claiming my mouth as if to remind me exactly who I belonged to.

I melted into him, my body arching toward his, desperate for more of the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming sensation of being completely wrapped up in him.

But just as I was about to lose myself entirely...

I woke up.

Blinking, I found myself still lying in bed, my shorts very much still on. My heart was racing, my skin flushed, and my breathing was ragged. For a moment, I tried to convince myself it had all been a dream. But before I could process anything, warm lips captured mine, pulling me into the present and shattering the fragile barrier between dream and reality.

Kane.

His kiss was just as possessive and toe-curling as it had been in my dream. It was demanding, claiming, leaving no room for questions or hesitation. His hand was firm on my waist, pinning me in place as his lips moved over mine with an intensity that made my thoughts scatter.

My fingers instinctively fisted the sheets beneath me, my mind screaming for some clarity even as my body leaned into him, desperate for more. Was I still dreaming? Goddess, I needed a therapist—or perhaps an exorcist to get this maddening man out of my head.

Kane pulled back just enough for his breath to brush against my lips, his dark, knowing eyes locking onto mine. The smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth was almost as infuriating as it was intoxicating.

It had all been a dream.

But before I could process the mortifying realization, Kane’s voice broke through my thoughts, low and smug as he whispered in my ear, "You’ve been very naughty all night, little mate."

I froze, heat flooding my cheeks as I turned my head to look at him.

He was propped up on his elbow, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and something far more dangerous as he smirked at me.

Oh, Goddess.

That smug look. He knew.

Shit, shit, shit.

I tried to play it cool, but the way his gaze lingered on my flushed face, the way his smirk widened, told me there was no use denying it.

I blinked up at him, my heart still racing as my body warred with my brain. "W-what are you doing?" I stammered, still trying to separate the remnants of my dream from the all-too-real man hovering over me.

"What does it look like?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. His thumb brushed over my waist, drawing a lazy circle on my exposed skin. "You were making such sweet little noises in your sleep... I thought I’d wake you up properly."

"Did you... hear anything?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kane chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. "Oh, I heard plenty."

I buried my face in my hands, groaning in embarrassment as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

"And I gotta say, little mate," he murmured, his voice dripping with mischief, "I really liked what I heard."