Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 123: Heat (III)

Elena’s POV: frёewebηovel.cѳm

Kane reached for me instinctively, his hand brushing against my arm, and I latched onto him like he was my lifeline. His touch offered that small measure of relief again, and I craved it, needed more of it.

"Kane..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Don’t leave me..."

"I’m not going anywhere," he said firmly, but I could hear the strain in his voice, see the battle in his eyes.

I clung to him, my trembling hands grasping his arms as he tried to keep me steady. Every brush of his fingers against my skin sent a shiver of relief through me, and my body responded instinctively, craving more. I felt the heat rise in a different way, my need shifting from pain to something far more primal.

I leaned into him, my hands sliding up to his shoulders as I buried my face against his neck. His scent, his warmth—it was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but press closer, seeking the comfort and the reprieve only he could offer.

"Cold water isn’t enough," I murmured, barely recognizing my own voice. "Please... Kane..."

He froze, his breath hitching as my words sank in. I felt his muscles tense beneath my touch, his wolf surging closer to the surface.

"Elena," he said, his voice low and strained. "You’re not yourself right now. This is the heat talking."

I didn’t care. All I knew was that I needed him. My fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer as I whispered, "I need you... please..."

For a moment, he didn’t move, his resolve wavering as his wolf fought for control. His hands gripped the edge of the tub so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and I could see the war raging within him.

But then he shook his head, his jaw clenched as he forced himself to pull back. "I won’t take advantage of you like this," he said firmly, his voice shaking with the effort it took to restrain himself.

I whimpered, the rejection cutting through the haze of desire. But deep down, a part of me knew he was right. Even as the heat consumed me, I knew this wasn’t how I wanted it to happen.

Kane reached for a towel, his hands trembling slightly as he wrapped it around me. He lifted me out of the tub, cradling me against his chest as he carried me toward the bedroom.

"I’ll get you through this," he murmured, his voice soft but determined. "I promise."

And despite the storm raging inside me, I believed him. Kane was my anchor, my protector, and I knew he would keep me safe—even from myself.

The heat intensified, clouding my mind, blurring every thought except one—Kane. My body was no longer my own, driven entirely by the primal urges that the heat had unleashed. Every inch of me ached for him, and before I could even process what I was doing, my hands were exploring, trembling yet determined.

My fingers found their way into his pants, the fabric barely concealing the hardness beneath. I gasped softly, the sheer size of him startling and thrilling me all at once. I’d never done this before, but memories of the romance novel I’d devoured flooded my mind, guiding me. I wrapped my fingers around him, tentative at first, then bolder as I felt his reaction.

Kane groaned, his head tilting back slightly, his control slipping with each stroke of my hand. His breaths grew ragged, his body taut beneath my touch. He was impossibly hard, impossibly big, and the sound of his deep, guttural moans sent a thrill through me, feeding the fire that burned inside.

"Elena," he growled, his voice a mix of restraint and desperate desire.

One thing led to another, the heat between us too intense to resist. In a blur of movement, Kane had me pinned against the wall, his powerful frame pressing into mine. His lips claimed mine with a hunger that matched my own, his kiss deep and thorough, stealing the very breath from my lungs.

I kissed him back fervently, my fingers tangling in his hair as his hands roamed my body, igniting sparks wherever they touched. My wolf, Zena, howled with satisfaction, urging me on, reveling in the intimacy. I was too far gone, too consumed by the haze of lust to consider whether this was how I wanted my first time to be. All that mattered was the burning need and the man who could quench it.

The heat was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was as though I’d been injected with pure aphrodite, a drug that only Kane’s touch could soothe.

His hands gripped the hem of my dress, pushing it up with a kind of frantic urgency. He tore away my panties with a growl, the sound reverberating through me and adding to the whirlwind of sensations. The cool air brushed against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat pulsing through my body.

Kane’s own restraint was slipping, his need mirroring mine. The intoxicating scent released by my heat, the pheromones designed to attract and drive a male wolf to the brink, had him trembling. His wolf was clawing at the surface, demanding to claim me, to satisfy the primal urges that neither of us could ignore.

My body betrayed me, arching into him, my lips parting to whisper his name like a plea.

In that moment, there was no logic, no hesitation—just need, raw and undeniable. My world narrowed to Kane, his touch, his presence. The heat consumed me, and I surrendered to it, to him, completely.

I was so ready goddess I was so wet and the moment his fingers went to inspect a shrill pleasure run through me from the small friction.

The fire in my body was unrelenting, and as Kane’s fingers explored me, a rush of pleasure ignited through my veins. Every nerve in my body screamed for him, for the release I so desperately craved. When I heard the faint sound of his zipper, my heart leaped in anticipation. This was it—I was ready to be his, ready to be claimed, to have this unbearable heat extinguished.

But just as I braced myself, a sudden force wrenched Kane away from me. The absence of his touch was like a cold slap to my fevered body. My knees buckled, and I nearly fell, but strong arms caught me, cradling me as if I were made of glass.

Before I could even register what was happening, I was zooming through the house, the world around me a blur. My body, still aching from the heat, pulsed with frustration. I was so close—so damn close—and now it felt like I was being dragged away from salvation.

I twisted in the arms that held me, ready to lash out at whoever dared to interrupt, but I froze when I looked up. A familiar face loomed over me, one that could have been Kane’s if not for the wicked smirk and glint of mischief in his eyes.

Dean.

He carried me effortlessly zooming into a small cottage nestled deep within the woods. The air was cooler here, the space quiet, but the heat roaring inside me didn’t care. My body didn’t care. It recognized only one thing: the male before me.

Dean laid me gently on a couch, his hands lingering for a moment longer than necessary. My breath hitched as I stared into his eyes, a deep, dark mirror of Kane’s.

"No," I whispered, my voice trembling. My mind knew the truth, but my body—traitorous and consumed by the inferno of my heat—didn’t care. The scent of a mate surrounded me, intoxicating and maddening. My wolf stirred, confused but willing, desperate for relief, for touch, for him.

Dean crouched in front of me, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my flushed face. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I hated how my body reacted. I should have been furious, but instead, I leaned into his hand, my skin craving the contact.

"Your body knows, little wolf," Dean murmured, his voice smooth and low, dripping with confidence. "It doesn’t care if it’s me or him. You’re ours, Elena. Both of ours."

"No," I choked out again, trying to summon the strength to push him away, to fight the pull, but my body betrayed me. The heat, relentless and consuming, made every thought hazy, every movement sluggish.

Dean’s gaze darkened as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my lips. "It’s okay," he whispered. "I’ll take care of you. Let me take care of you."

My wolf howled in confusion and need, torn between the familiar bond with Kane and the undeniable lure of Dean. My mind screamed to resist, but my body moved of its own accord, inching closer to him, desperate for the relief he promised.

I hated myself for it.

I hated how my body arched toward him, how his touch ignited sparks across my skin.

And yet, in that moment, I couldn’t stop it. The heat had me completely under its spell, and all I could do was succumb.

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