Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 97: Morning Showers

Chapter 97: Morning Showers

KANE’S POV:

Sometimes, life as an Alpha feels like it’s all contracts, disputes, and endless meetings. But no matter how chaotic my day gets, one thought always brings me back to calm: Elena. My mate. My stubborn, beautiful, innocent mate who somehow has me wrapped around her little finger without even realizing it.

A low growl of frustration rumbled in my chest as I stared at the contract in front of me. Alpha responsibilities—they could be rewarding, but sometimes they were nothing more than a time-consuming burden, pulling me away from my most precious treasure: my mate.

I sighed, signing off on the agreement that would offer financial assistance to yet another struggling pack. But my thoughts? They weren’t here. They were back with her, with the memory of her flushed cheeks and soft gasps as we reenacted one of the steamy scenes from her book.

That book. My naughty little mate had bookmarked every single page with those explicit scenes—probably thinking she was being subtle. But it only made my job easier. We’d already gone through one, and it was incredible. And yes, we were going to work our way through every single one of them.

Showering with her was probably a mistake. A dangerous temptation. Yet, I’d done it anyway, unable to resist the allure of being close to her. It had started as a harmless joke—or at least, that’s what I told myself. She wouldn’t even look at me at first, her shyness making her even more adorable.

"Help me wash my back," I’d teased, handing her the scrubber. "Be a good little mate."

She’d complied, of course, but the way she scrubbed—it was as if she was washing a child. My child, no less. Oh, sweet, innocent Leila. The sensation was anything but romantic, and I couldn’t hold back the chuckle that bubbled out.

"You, my little mate," I said, turning around to face her, "are the only person who can make washing your mate feel completely unromantic."

Her blush deepened, her eyes widening slightly as I took the scrubber from her hands. "Let me show you how it’s done," I murmured, turning her gently so her back faced me.

I started slowly, rubbing her shoulders with deliberate care, my fingers gliding over the soft curve of her shoulder blades. Her gasp was quiet but unmistakable, and a wicked smile tugged at my lips. I took my time, letting my hands travel downward, following the delicate curve of her spine. Her breaths grew shallow, and when I reached her perfect, round ass, I had to fight to keep myself in check.

Focus, Kane.

I massaged her softly, her soft moans spurring me on, but I kept my pace teasingly slow. "Yes," I whispered against her ear, my voice low and thick, "this is how you wash your mate."

Her knees trembled slightly as I sank to mine, rubbing her thighs in slow, deliberate strokes. She widened her stance instinctively, her silent invitation loud and clear. I smirked, deliberately ignoring the heat radiating from her center and continuing my slow journey down her legs. Her scent—her arousal—was thick in the air, and it took everything in me not to bury my face between her thighs right then and there.

When I finally looked up, her lips were pouting, her frustration written all over her face. I chuckled, standing abruptly and wrapping one of my arm around her waist. Her back rested against my chest, and her gasp sent a shiver through me as she felt the unmistakable hardness pressing against her.

With the scrubber still in my other hand, I began to rub her front, starting at her shoulders and trailing down. Her skin was soft, her body pliant as she melted into me. My movements slowed as I reached her chest, my hand brushing over her full, round breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and the soft moan she let out as I teased them which made my cock twitch against her.

She tilted her head back, resting it on my chest, her eyes fluttering closed as I fondled her breasts, alternating between them to give each the attention they deserved. My lips found the curve of her neck, placing soft kisses there as my hand ventured lower, trailing down her belly.

Her breath hitched when I reached her folds, her eyes snapping open to meet mine. She was flushed and beautiful, her arousal evident in every trembling breath and every soft moan. I pressed a teasing kiss to her temple as my fingers explored her, rubbing her folds gently, savoring every second of her surrender.

Her body trembled against mine, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as I continued to caress her. The water cascaded over us, warm and soothing, but the heat between us was an inferno. My hand, firm but gentle, rubbed the curve of her hips before sliding lower, teasing her just enough to draw a needy whimper from her lips.

I couldn’t help but smirk at her reaction. "Patience, my little mate," I murmured, my voice low and teasing, the rumble of it vibrating against her back. She turned her head slightly, her eyes half-lidded and full of want, but I wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

Dropping to my knees behind her, I ran my hands down the backs of her thighs, my thumbs brushing the sensitive skin there as I marveled at how perfect she was. Her legs widened instinctively, and though her scent—rich and heady with arousal—threatened to drive me insane, I deliberately avoided the place I knew she wanted me most.

She let out a soft, frustrated groan, looking down at me with a pout that only made my smirk widen. "You’re such a tease," she accused, her voice breathless.

Chuckling softly, I kissed her inner thigh, letting my lips linger just long enough to leave her wanting more. "You should know by now, little mate," I replied, my voice husky, "I like taking my time."

Her hands braced against the wall as I kissed my way higher, my lips trailing a path up her thigh until I reached the apex where her heat radiated. Her scent was intoxicating, and when I looked up, I saw the anticipation and desire etched on her face.

Without breaking eye contact, I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her to me completely. She gasped at the motion, her fingers curling into fists against the tiled wall. My hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as I leaned in, my lips brushing over her folds in the lightest of touches.

She moaned, her head falling back as her body arched slightly, pressing herself closer to me. "Kane," she whispered, her voice a plea that went straight to my core.

Not wanting to tease her any longer, I finally let my tongue slip out, parting her folds and tasting her fully. The first taste was enough to make me groan against her, the sound vibrating through her sensitive skin. She was sweet, her juices a divine nectar that I couldn’t get enough of.

I licked her slowly at first, my tongue sliding up her slit and circling her clit in gentle, teasing motions that made her shudder. Her hands found my hair, gripping tightly as I increased the pressure, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud until her legs trembled against me.

"Fuck, Kane," she whimpered, her voice shaky as her hips bucked against my mouth. I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her still as I delved deeper, my tongue sliding inside her and curling to taste her from within. Her walls clenched around me, and I groaned again, the sound mingling with her soft cries of pleasure.

Her leg on my shoulder tightened, her heel pressing into my back as she rode the waves of sensation I was giving her. I alternated between thrusting my tongue into her and sucking on her clit, my rhythm relentless as I worked her toward the edge.

Her breathing became erratic, her moans louder as her body tensed. "Kane," she cried, her voice breaking on my name as her orgasm crashed over her. Her thighs trembled around me, and her juices gushed onto my tongue, which I eagerly lapped up, savoring every drop.

I didn’t stop, letting her ride out the aftershocks as I continued to flick my tongue over her, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her trembling body. When her hands slid from the wall, too weak to hold her up, I caught her, pulling her into my arms as I stood.

Her head rested against my chest, her breaths coming in short, uneven pants as she clung to me. "You’re going to be the death of me," she whispered, her voice shaky but full of satisfaction.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Not before I’ve had my fill of you," I murmured, my lips curving into a wicked smile as I carried her out of the shower.

The night was far from over.

So yeah our to be shower ended up in a steamy sexual indulges and that wasn’t the end of the matter