Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 130: MINE

Kane’s POV:

I had let go of all my restraint. Dean had already pushed me past the edge, and there was no turning back. Her scent, that intoxicating blend of heat and arousal, had obliterated the last vestiges of my control. I’d imagined this moment countless times, played it over and over in my head, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality.

Her tightness was like nothing I’d ever felt before—hot, slick, and utterly perfect. It was as if her body was made for me, and every thrust drove that realization deeper into my bones. My wolf howled in triumph, primal and possessive. This wasn’t just sex; this was a claiming, a bonding that burned hotter than anything I’d ever experienced.

I could still feel Dean lingering in my mind, though he’d gone quiet now, merely watching through my eyes, feeling every surge of pleasure as if it were his own. He didn’t speak, but I could sense his satisfaction, his smugness at what he’d unleashed in me.

I glanced toward where he had been moments ago, finding him standing with his eyes closed, his hand moving over himself. A flicker of irritation surged through me, but it dissipated as quickly as it came. My focus was solely on her, on Elena, and the way her body writhed and arched beneath me.

My thrusts deepened, each one drawing another scream of my name from her lips. The sound was intoxicating, a melody I could listen to every day for the rest of my life. I released her waist, letting my hands travel upward, finding her perfect, arched breasts. My palms molded around them, squeezing and kneading, and her scream turned into a high-pitched moan that sent a shiver through me.

"Good girl," I growled, my voice rough with dominance and desire.

Her head fell back, her hair cascading around her as her body submitted to every touch, every thrust, every command. Her moans were a symphony, each sound stoking the fire inside me until I was lost to the raw, animalistic need to make her mine completely.

"You’re perfect," I murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her damp neck, my tongue tracing the pulse that pounded wildly beneath her skin. "Mine, Elena. All mine." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Her body trembled with each thrust, her cries of pleasure filling the room and driving me to the brink of madness. My lips traveled down her neck, teeth grazing her sensitive skin as my growl rumbled in my chest. She was mine, every inch of her, and I would make sure she never forgot it.

Her moans shifted, growing louder and more desperate. I could feel her tightening around me, her body on the verge of another release. Her head tilted back further, exposing the delicate column of her neck.

As she reached her peak, her cries pulling me into my own release, I buried myself deep within her, groaning as my climax surged through me. But my body, far from satisfied, regenerated almost instantly, my arousal reigniting like a firestorm. I stayed inside her, still hard, my mind spinning with the overwhelming need to continue.

Reaching up, I released her wrists from their restraints, catching her trembling form in my arms. She looked up at me, her lips parted, her eyes hazy with exhaustion and lingering heat. Without a word, I scooped her up and carried her over to the bed, placing her down carefully.

But my restraint didn’t last. I flipped her onto her stomach, her body pliant under my touch. Her body was perfection—every curve, every inch of her skin called to me. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above her. My hands roamed over her flawless ass, kneading and caressing until she whimpered beneath me. I smirked at the sound, leaning down to kiss her spine, trailing my tongue along her back. My hands roamed over her fine curves, caressing and molding her perfect ass. Each squeeze drew soft moans from her lips, the sound driving me further into madness.

"Perfect," I murmured, my voice rough with raw need.

I flipped her hips slightly to align her perfectly, guiding myself to her tightest entrance. The sensation of her warmth enveloping me as I slid into her was maddening, her gasping cries spurring me on. My thrusts were deep and deliberate, my hips meeting the soft curve of her ass with every movement.

"You’re irresistible," I murmured, my voice dark and hoarse, as I positioned myself behind her. My hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as I entered her again, this time deeper, harder, with a pace that had her crying out my name over and over.

The rhythmic slap of our bodies filled the room, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of us. Her ass was perfect against me, and the way her body clenched and molded to my every movement made it impossible to hold back.

"Mine," I growled, leaning over her, my chest brushing her back. "Every inch of you belongs to me, Elena."

Her muffled cries turned to screams, and I felt her tighten around me, her body succumbing to another climax. Her surrender pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, growling her name into her shoulder as I filled her again.

A low, guttural groan behind me reminded me of Dean’s presence, and I glanced back briefly to see him, spent, his eyes heavy with satisfaction. A snarl of annoyance left my lips, but before I could react, he faded from my mind entirely, leaving behind a sense of hollow relief.

Exhausted and utterly spent, Elena collapsed onto the bed, her body slack and trembling from the relentless pleasure. Her breathing evened out as sleep claimed her, her features softening in peaceful rest.

I stayed above her for a moment, brushing damp hair from her face and watching her. My chest ached with a mix of satisfaction and guilt—satisfaction from finally claiming her as mine, and guilt for pushing her so far.

Elena’s body was limp now, her soft breaths and murmurs signaling her exhaustion. I pulled out gently, rolling to lie beside her, watching her drift into a deep, contented sleep.

"Well that was fun but next time I’ll be the one taking her....I just didn’t want to take her first time like....no matter that is in the past" dean said before zooming off to gods knows where, even if he choose not to take elena first time from me there was no way in hell I was going to let him have her.

Dean’s words echoed in my mind long after he’d zoomed off, his smug tone grating on every nerve I had left. His insinuation—that he’d even have the audacity to consider taking Elena from me—was enough to make my wolf snarl in warning. I clenched my fists, my jaw tight as I forced myself to breathe and let the rage subside.

Not in this lifetime. Not ever.

Elena was mine, and the thought of sharing her, even with someone who had once been my closest companion, was unthinkable. Dean could dream, taunt, and toy all he wanted, but I’d ensure that every fiber of her being was claimed, bound to me in ways no one else could ever touch.

His audacity knew no bounds, but this time he had crossed a line I couldn’t ignore. Sharing Elena? Over my dead body. She was mine—mind, body, and soul—and I had no intention of letting anyone, not even Dean, lay claim to her.

Shaking off the frustration he’d left behind, I turned my attention back to Elena. She lay sprawled across the bed, her body relaxed in the kind of exhaustion that only true satisfaction could bring. Her cheeks were flushed, and a faint sheen of sweat clung to her skin, glistening in the dim light of the room. She looked beautiful, even in her weariness. She was still sound asleep, her body glowing with the aftermath of what we’d just shared. My wolf stirred at the sight of her—sated but still possessive, protective. I knew she needed care, even if her wolf would eventually heal any discomfort.

I slipped out of bed, heading to the adjoining bathroom. Filling a basin with warm water, I grabbed a soft towel and returned to her side. She barely stirred as I sat beside her, gently cleaning the marks of our passion from her skin. Her body was a canvas of flushed skin and faint bruises, evidence of how deeply we’d connected. I couldn’t help the surge of pride and protectiveness as I tended to her.

Once she was clean, I pulled the blankets over her, tucking her in carefully. The idea of running a hot bath crossed my mind, but I knew her wolf would do most of the work. Still, I made a mental note to ensure she had everything she needed when she woke up.

Standing by the bed, I watched her for a moment, marveling at the fact that she was truly mine now. The bond between us was undeniable, stronger than ever. But Dean’s presence was a shadow I couldn’t ignore. He had already pushed too far, and his insinuations about taking her next time were a challenge I wouldn’t tolerate.

I clenched my fists, my wolf growling low in my chest. No matter what it took, I would protect Elena—from Dean, from anyone. She was mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to keep. And I wasn’t planning on sharing. Ever.

Sliding into bed beside her, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. Her body instinctively curled into mine, her warmth seeping into me like a balm.

"Mine," I whispered against her hair, the word both a promise and a vow.

Dean could try all he wanted, but he’d never have her. Elena was mine—now and forever.

The only thing that remained was marking her....

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