Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 124: Sinning With The Vampire

Elena POV:

As Dean leaned in, his breath warm against my lips, every fiber of my body betrayed me. The logical part of my brain screamed to resist, to push him away, but it was drowned out by the inferno of my heat. When his lips grazed mine, a shiver coursed through me, leaving me powerless to stop myself from leaning closer.

And then he kissed me.

It wasn’t hesitant or testing—it was confident, consuming, and utterly maddening. The moment his lips claimed mine, something inside me snapped. My body responded without thought, without restraint. I kissed him back with a hunger I didn’t know I possessed, my hands instinctively gripping his shirt as if anchoring myself to him.

Dean pulled back for just a second, his forehead resting against mine. His breath came in shallow pants, his eyes darkened with desire as he stared down at me. "You’re so tempting, little wolf," he murmured, his voice rough and dripping with raw need. "So tempting it’s maddening."

The next kiss wasn’t on my lips but along my jaw, his mouth trailing down slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every inch of my skin. My body arched into him, the heat roaring within me making me crave every touch, every kiss.

"Fuck," he whispered against my skin, his voice hoarse and tinged with desperation. "You have no idea what you do to me."

I hated how much I wanted him. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe it was just the heat speaking, or maybe it was the fact that my body seemed to know no difference between Kane and Dean.

I should have fought harder, but every nerve in my body screamed for release, for his touch. My fingers tangled in his hair as I pulled him closer, my wolf practically purring in approval.

"Dean..." I whispered, my voice trembling with both need and hesitation.

"Shh," he soothed, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. "I know, little wolf. I know what you need."

And I hated that he was right. My body craved him, yearned for the relief only he—or Kane—could provide. The lines between them blurred in my heat-fogged mind, leaving me vulnerable to every touch, every whispered word.

My heart ached with the confusion of it all, but my body didn’t care. All it knew was that I needed to quench the fire consuming me, and at that moment, Dean was the only thing that offered a chance of salvation and the available one.

The sound of fabric tearing barely registered as Dean yanked my dress off, the cool air of the room brushing against my heated skin. His eyes roamed over me, dark and full of something primal, something dangerous. "Goddess," he breathed, his voice low and reverent. "You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined."

But his words were a distant echo. I couldn’t focus on anything but the insatiable fire consuming me from the inside out. I didn’t care about his awe, his words, or the way his gaze lingered on every inch of my exposed body. All I cared about was the maddening heat driving me to the brink of insanity.

I launched myself at him, desperate and feral, my hands clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer. Relief—it was the only thing that mattered. My lips found his with unrelenting force, and I kissed him like a starving woman, pouring every ounce of my frustration and desire into the connection.

As his hands gripped my waist, his touch ignited new flames that spread like wildfire. Every place his fingers brushed felt like a spark catching on dry wood, stoking the inferno within me to an unbearable level.

"Dean..." I panted, my voice trembling with need.

He groaned against my lips, his hands tightening on my hips as if he was fighting his own battle to stay in control. "You’re driving me insane, little wolf," he rasped, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a path of scorching kisses in their wake.

My wolf, Zena, howled in approval, reveling in the attention and urging me to surrender completely. I clawed at his back, my nails dragging over his shirt in frustration, wanting—no, needing—more. Every rational thought was drowned in the overwhelming haze of lust and heat.

My mind, the part of me that wasn’t consumed by the primal need, screamed that this wasn’t right. That this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. But that voice was distant, buried under layers of wanton desire and the relentless demands of my wolf.

"Please," I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to stop or to keep going.

"You’re mine," Dean growled against my skin, his voice dark and possessive. "You’ll always be mine."

And despite every shred of logic and reason that had abandoned me, I didn’t deny it. Not as my hands clung to him, not as my body betrayed me again and again. I was completely lost, consumed by the fire and the maddening, unrelenting lust that he seemed to feed with every touch.

"Fuck, little wolf," Dean growled against my skin, his breath hot and his voice dripping with raw hunger. "I want to fuck you until you can’t walk, until you forget everything but me. I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to."

His words sent a jolt of electricity straight through me, igniting the flames of desire that already burned fiercely. My body arched into him as his hands roamed freely, caressing every curve, every sensitive spot that left me gasping. His mouth found my breast, and the combination of his tongue and teeth on my sensitive skin made my head spin.

"Dean..." I whimpered, clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

His hands were everywhere—possessive, demanding, and worshipping all at once. "You love it, don’t you?" he whispered, his voice low and sinful, as though he was reading every forbidden thought in my mind. "The way I touch you. The way I talk to you. It makes you crave me more, doesn’t it?"

I couldn’t deny it. His filthy words, the way his mouth devoured my skin, the way his hands claimed me—it was maddening. My wolf, Zena, howled her agreement, urging me to let go, to give in to the heat and the primal pull.

"Tell me you want it," he demanded, his voice rough as his hands moved to grip my hips, pulling me flush against him. His hardness pressed against me, and I gasped at the contact, the friction sending a new wave of heat crashing over me.

"I... I want it," I admitted, breathless and trembling, my body betraying me completely.

His lips curled into a wicked grin against my skin. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice dark and filled with promise.

The way he spoke, the way he moved—it was like he was trying to brand himself onto me, to make sure I would never forget him. And Goddess help me, in that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted him as much as he wanted me, the heat and lust drowning out any rational thought or hesitation.

Dean’s hands tightened on my hips, and his mouth returned to my breast, drawing a loud moan from my lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. Every touch, every word, every sensation pushed me further into the haze of desire.

His voice was like a drug, intoxicating and irresistible. "I’m going to make you mine in every way, little wolf," he promised, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, his touch sending sparks dancing across my skin.

And in that moment, lost in the fire and the overwhelming need, I couldn’t find it in me to resist.

Dean’s groan reverberated through the room as his hot breath fanned over my trembling body. "Fuck, your arousal... it’s intoxicating," he muttered, his voice raw and thick with desire. His lips hovered dangerously close to my center, and the anticipation was maddening. "I want to taste you," he declared before diving in, his tongue lapping at me with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs.

I cried out, my back arching as pleasure shot through me like a lightning bolt. His tongue was merciless, exploring and teasing every inch of me until my moans turned into desperate screams. I was so close to unraveling, my body taut like a bowstring, every nerve ending alight with fire.

"You’re so fucking ready," he growled, pulling away just long enough to undo his belt and shove his trousers down in one swift motion. His dark eyes locked onto mine, filled with a feral need that sent shivers cascading down my spine.

But before he moved any closer, he paused, his gaze shifting to my thigh. A wicked grin spread across his face, and I barely had time to process his intent before he spoke again. "Before I enter you... I need to drink from you," he said, his fangs flashing as he leaned down.

"Dean—" I gasped, but the words died on my lips as his teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

The initial sting of the bite sent a sharp jolt through me, but it was quickly drowned out by a wave of ecstasy so powerful that I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me as my body quivered uncontrollably. It wasn’t pain—it was something far more potent, a twisted blend of pleasure and desire that left me breathless.

A fire ignited deep within me, spreading through my veins and pooling low in my belly. The heat intensified, and I felt myself teetering on the edge, the sensation so overwhelming that I nearly came right then and there.

Dean groaned against my skin, his mouth moving as he drank from me, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me still. "You taste... divine," he murmured between breaths, his voice filled with reverence and lust.

My body was betraying me in the most deliciously sinful way, every sensation heightened to an unbearable degree. The combination of his bite, his hands, and the heat coursing through me was too much to handle, and I could feel myself spiraling, losing control completely.

"Dean," I whimpered, my voice trembling with need, my body aching for him to finish what he had started.

He then position himself his cock aligning with my center as he slowly enter me an inch by inch.

Dean’s expression morphed from lustful determination to shocked restraint the moment he began to enter me. His hands trembled slightly as he paused, his dark eyes flicking to my face, searching for something. "Fuck... you’re so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. Then he stilled completely, his brow furrowing. "Wait... are you a virgin?"

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