Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 89: Waking Up With Kane

Chapter 89: Waking Up With Kane

Elena’s POV:

I woke up to warmth, to a heat that coursed through my body in a way that left me both confused and yearning. At first, I thought I was still dreaming. The tingling pressure on my lips was too vivid, too real. But when I opened my eyes and saw Kane hovering over me, his lips pressed to mine in a possessive, toe-curling kiss, my heart stopped.

This wasn’t a dream. This was real.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up. My lips parted instinctively, letting him deepen the kiss as his tongue slid against mine in a way that made my toes curl. His hands gripped my waist, firm and commanding, and his body pressed against mine, pinning me to the bed.

I was a mess—breathless, confused, and far too aroused for someone who had literally just woken up. And Kane? He was relentless. Every movement, every touch, every kiss was designed to unravel me completely.

"You’ve been very naughty all night, little mate," he murmured against my lips, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

I blinked up at him, dazed and completely unprepared for his words. Naughty? What was he talking about?

Then it hit me. The dream. Oh, Goddess. Heat rushed to my face as the memories flooded back. The vivid, erotic dream where Kane had whispered filthy promises in my ear and touched me like I was his to claim.

I prayed—begged—that I hadn’t said anything incriminating in my sleep, but the smug look on Kane’s face told me I was screwed.

Realizing the position we were in, I tried to move, to create some distance between us, but Kane wasn’t having it. He rolled us over effortlessly, pinning me beneath him, his strong arms braced on either side of my head. His dark, predatory eyes locked onto mine, and I felt completely exposed under his gaze.

My face burned at his words, the memories of my dream flooding back with a vengeance. Oh no. No, no, no. Had I said anything in my sleep? Had he heard anything?

"I wasn’t—" I started, but Kane cut me off with a low chuckle.

"Don’t even try to deny it, Elena," he said, leaning in closer until his lips were just a whisper away from mine. "I know exactly what—or should I say who—you were dreaming about."

My mouth opened and closed, no words coming out as I gaped at him, utterly mortified. His smirk only deepened, his confidence and smugness radiating off him in waves.

"Goddess, you should’ve seen yourself," he continued, his voice dropping to a sinful purr. "The way you were squirming, the little whimpers you were making... Do you have any idea what you do to me, little mate?"

I wanted to disappear. To sink into the mattress and never come back. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," I finally managed to squeak, even though we both knew it was a lie.

Kane’s eyes darkened, his smirk softening into something more predatory. "Oh, you don’t, huh?" His hand slid from my waist, trailing down to rest on my hip. "Then maybe I should remind you."

Before I could protest—or even think of a protest—he was kissing me again, stealing the breath from my lungs and every coherent thought from my mind. This kiss was slower, deeper, his lips and tongue exploring mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache even as my body melted beneath him.

"What were you dreaming about, love?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement and something far more dangerous.

"N-Nothing!" I squeaked, my voice embarrassingly high-pitched.

He chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent a thrill through me even as I tried to deny the effect he had on me. "Liar," he murmured, leaning down to press soft, teasing kisses along my jaw.

His lips were warm and insistent, moving with a deliberate slowness that made it impossible to think straight. When he reached my neck, he nipped at the sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from my lips before soothing the spot with his tongue.

"You were making these little sounds," he whispered, his voice husky as his lips lingered against my throat. "Like this."

As if on cue, a soft, involuntary moan escaped me, and Kane’s smirk widened against my skin. My face burned with embarrassment, but the way he was looking at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—made it impossible to feel anything but want.

His hand slid down my body, trailing over the baggy shirt I had worn to bed. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the way my body was reacting to him—how my nipples had hardened under his touch, how my breathing had quickened. His hand found my breast, firm and unyielding, and he gave it a gentle squeeze that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me.

I gasped, arching into his touch as my hands fisted the sheets beneath me.

"You were dreaming about me, weren’t you?" he asked, his voice rough and demanding.

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t think. All I could do was moan as his thumb brushed over my nipple, teasing me through the fabric of my shirt.

"Was it me, love?" he asked again, his patience clearly wearing thin.

Before I could respond, he shifted his hips, pressing himself against me in a way that made me gasp loudly. The hard length of him was unmistakable, and even through the layers of clothing, the friction was intense.

"Answer me," he demanded softly, grinding against me again. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel my body trembling beneath him.

"Yes!" I cried out finally, my voice breathless and desperate. "You!"

"Who, love?" he teased, pausing just long enough to make me squirm.

"For f-fuck’s sake, Kane, don’t stop!" I blurted out, the words slipping past my lips before I could even think.

His deep, rumbling chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "Such a naughty little mouth," he murmured, his tone filled with both amusement and something far darker.

He ground against me harder this time, and I instinctively spread my legs wider to give him more. The pressure, the friction—it was too much, and yet not enough. I wanted more. I needed more.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice filled with approval as I trembled beneath him.

Before I could process what was happening, he rolled me onto my stomach, his hands sliding beneath my shirt to cup my breasts again. His touch was firm, possessive, and the way his fingers teased and kneaded my sensitive flesh had me gasping and arching my back.

"Kane," I whimpered, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

"Mine," he growled, his voice low and feral as he pressed himself against me, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The feel of him grinding against me, the roughness of his breath in my ear—it was driving me insane.

My body tensed, the pressure building to a breaking point as he continued his slow, torturous assault. And then it hit me. Pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave, and I cried out, my body shaking as my release consumed me.

Kane followed moments later, his hips snapping against me one last time as he buried his face in my neck, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

When he finally pulled back, I was a panting mess, my cheeks flushed and my lips tingling from his assault. His forehead rested against mine, his dark eyes boring into me with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

"You’re mine, Elena," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "Every thought, every dream, every part of you. Mine."

For a moment, neither of us moved. Our breathing was ragged, our bodies tangled together as we came down from the high.

Finally, Kane rolled off me, pulling me into his arms and holding me close. His lips pressed against my temple in a gentle, almost tender kiss.

"See what you do to me, little mate?" he murmured, his voice soft but still laced with that possessive edge that made my heart race.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. "Kane..." I whispered, not even sure what I wanted to say.

But before I could find the words, he rolled onto his back, pulling me against his chest and wrapping an arm securely around my waist. His other hand brushed a strand of hair from my face as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

"Relax, little mate," he said, his voice softer now, though still carrying that undeniable edge of authority. "We’ve got all the time in the world. No need to rush."

I nodded against his chest, my body still buzzing from the dream—and the reality that followed. As his heartbeat steadied beneath my ear, I tried to focus on calming my own, though it was impossible with the way his scent surrounded me, warm and comforting and utterly addictive.

This man was going to drive me insane. And the worst part? I wasn’t even sure I minded.

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