Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 155: Embarrassed

ELENA POV:

It’s official.

I was heading for disaster.

I didn’t know what was happening to me anymore.

Okay, so Kane is a bit of a jerk. He completely misunderstood what happened between me and Ace. That kiss wasn’t what he thought it was. It wasn’t desire or passion—it was a distraction, a trick.

But did he even let me explain? No.

He just stormed in, went full jealous alpha mode, and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me like a possessed wolf, all anger and dominance.

And about Ace’s kiss?

I won’t lie. It was sweet. The kind of kiss you dream about when you have a crush. Soft, lingering... but it lacked something. Something important. It felt good, but it didn’t set me on fire.

Kane’s kiss, though?

Even in his rage, in his infuriating arrogance, there was something electric. Something undeniable. And it pissed me off. Why did it have to be him? Why did I have to be mated to an arrogant, controlling alpha like Kane?

And then there was Dean.

I never expected him to invade my mind again.

At first, I thought it was Kane, but Dean quickly assured me it was him.

Dean and I were never really close before I ran away, and yet... the way he looked at me tugged at something deep inside.

Or maybe it was just this silly dreamlike state he had pulled me into?

But he didn’t yell at me like Kane.

He didn’t try to hold me against my will like Ace.

So I found it unfair to dump all my frustration on him.

Instead, we talked. He asked how I was doing—something Kane never fucking bothered to do. And then, after a while, his eyes dropped to my lips.

He hesitated before asking, "Can I kiss you?"

And just like that, I was already sold.

Maybe it was the way he had actually cared. Maybe it was the gentle way he spoke to me. Maybe it was the way his presence didn’t feel like a cage. Or maybe...

Maybe it was something deeper.

A pull. A longing.

And I nodded.

I didn’t expect it to go further than a simple kiss. But the moment his lips touched mine, something changed.

One second, I was just responding—the next, I was melting into him.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was passion. Need.

And as I wrapped my arms around him, my body pressing closer, I realized—

The spark was there.

And I wanted more.

Fuck, I needed more.

It wasn’t just a kiss anymore—it was a craving. A longing. A hunger that coiled deep in my belly, growing stronger with every second.

I could blame my wolf for this. Her emotions were bleeding into me, clouding my judgment, making me want things I shouldn’t.

But hell—I was already too deep.

Dean’s arms moved, his hands slipping beneath the slick, short nightgown he had envisioned for me. And fuck—it felt like I was riding on Aphrodite herself.

His touch was intoxicating.

Caressing. Squeezing. Exploring.

Everywhere he touched, it felt like he was unraveling me, pulling me further into the madness.

My skin burned, my breath hitched, and my body arched instinctively, seeking more of him. I had no control over myself anymore.

And that should have scared me.

But instead—

It only made me want him more.

Fuck.

Heat pooled between my legs, an ache so deep it made me wonder what my real body was doing.

Dean’s lips tugged at my lower lip, sucking, biting—teasing me, driving me insane.

A moan escaped before I could stop it.

His tongue slipped in, just a little—just enough to make me crave more.

Fuck, I needed friction. Desperately.

I started grinding against him, seeking relief from the unbearable need building inside me.

Dean chuckled darkly.

"If only this was real," he murmured, his voice thick with heat.

"If it was, I’d make sure you felt me with every step you took after we were done."

His words sent a delicious shiver through me, making my stomach clench with anticipation. I wanted it.

And then—

I woke up.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

Gasping, I shot up, my body still pulsing with need. My thighs clenched involuntarily.

Dean was gone. It wasn’t real.

But fuck—the fire in my body was.

And worse? I needed release.

Why the hell did I open my stupid eyes?!

The frustration clawed at me, the aching need still pulsing through my body, making my skin feel too tight, too hot. I was on fire, and there was no one to put it out.

I groaned in frustration, my hands clutching the sheets as I squeezed my thighs together. Fuck.

I needed relief. Desperately.

And I did what any sane, sexually frustrated woman would do—I grabbed the nearest pillow, stuffed it between my legs, and humped it.

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift back, let the fantasy take over.

No, it wasn’t a stupid pillow I was grinding against but in my imagination It was Dean.

I pictured his hands gripping my hips, his rough, possessive touch guiding my movements. His deep growl in my ear, telling me how much he wanted me. How much he needed me.

"Fuck, Elena," I imagined him groaning, his voice thick with lust. "You’re mine."

A sharp gasp left my lips as my body clenched, chasing the high I was so close to reaching. My hips moved faster, grinding down harder, desperate to—

BANG!

I snapped my eyes open, heart hammering in my chest.

Someone was outside my door.

Shit.

And then the door opened before i could scrambled up.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The moment the door swung open, my body went rigid, my breath caught in my throat. And then my eyes met his—Ace.

I froze mid-motion, my hands still clutching the pillow between my legs, my thighs still squeezing around it. The heat in my body hadn’t even settled, and now—now, he was here, watching me like a predator that just caught his prey doing something sinful.

His smirk deepened as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

Oh, hell no.

I scrambled to sit up, my face burning as I yanked the pillow away, but it was too fucking late. He had already caught the scent of my arousal, and when he opened his eyes again—they were pitch black.

His voice was dark, husky, taunting.

"Your arousal is alluring."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I clenched my thighs together instinctively, my body betraying me as a new wave of heat surged through me from just the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to devour me whole.

"Shut up," I snapped, throwing the pillow at him, but he caught it effortlessly, his smirk only widening.

"Oh, little pet, why are you so flustered?" he teased, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

That simple action—the quiet click of the door shutting—made my stomach drop.

"Ace," I warned, my voice a mix of frustration and something I refused to name.

He tossed the pillow aside, his black eyes raking over me slowly. Too slowly. Like he was savoring the moment, the way my chest was still rising and falling too fast, the way my body was still humming with unsatisfied need.

"You were thinking about me, weren’t you?" He took a step forward, and my breath hitched.

"Nope I was fantasizing about my mate the one you are keeping me away from." I said scooting away from him. He was too full of himself if he thought he was that good of a kisser that I had fantasize him in my head to the point of mustarbeting.

Ace cursed under his breath, his jaw tightening as his black eyes flickered back to their usual dark brown. Good. I had hit a nerve.

He scoffed, shaking his head as if trying to shake off whatever wicked thoughts had been running through his mind just moments ago. "Your mate?" he repeated, his tone sharp, mocking. "You mean the same mate who let you run right into my arms? The same mate who still hasn’t found you?"

I clenched my fists, scooting farther away from him on the bed. "That’s none of your business," I bit back. "The only reason I’m even here is because of your stupid tricks. If it weren’t for your magic trap, I’d already be with him!"

Ace tilted his head slightly, his smirk returning—a dangerous, knowing smirk. "Is that so?" He took another step forward, closing the distance I had just created. "Then tell me, little wolf, if I’m keeping you from him... why do I smell you so damn sweet?"

My breath hitched. Fuck.

The scent of my arousal still lingered in the air, and we both knew it. My body betrayed me in the worst way possible. I could feel the heat crawling up my neck, the shame bubbling in my stomach.

I crossed my arms, glaring at him. "You’re disgusting."

Ace chuckled darkly. "I’m just observant." He leaned down, his hands resting on either side of me, caging me in. "You can keep lying to yourself, but your body doesn’t lie, Elena." His breath ghosted over my lips. "Tell me... when you were grinding against that pillow, whose name were you moaning?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I shoved at his chest, trying to push him away, but the bastard was solid—unmoving.

"Get off me," I growled.

His smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened. "As you wish, little pet," he murmured, pushing himself back. But before he fully retreated, he grabbed my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him.

"You owe me two kiss, remember?" His thumb brushed over my lower lip, making my breath hitch again.

I hated that my body reacted to his touch. Hated how my skin tingled under his fingers.

"Sleep tight, little pet," he whispered, his lips curling into a smirk before he finally pulled away, leaving me sitting there, heart racing, body burning, and utterly furious.

ACE POV:

The moment she said it—the moment she threw that fucking word in my face—I felt something inside me snap.

Mate.

Not me. Him.

Kane.

My jaw clenched, and I felt my control slip for a second. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I forced myself to breathe. To not lose my shit.

I had been so sure she had been thinking about me. So sure it was me she was craving.

But no.

She was fantasizing about him. While I was the one keeping her away from him.

My wolf growled inside me, dark and possessive, demanding that I correct that. That I show her she didn’t need to think about that bastard.

My eyes flicked back to her, now scooting away from me, as if putting a few more inches between us would change anything.

Like she wasn’t still flushed from whatever she had been doing before I walked in.

Like I couldn’t still smell her arousal thick in the air.

Fuck.

I exhaled sharply, forcing my body to calm the hell down. This wasn’t how I wanted it.

And then I cursed under my breath, because I knew exactly what I wanted.

I wanted her to want me. To crave me.

Not because I was keeping her from her mate. But because I was better.

Because she chose me over him.

I ran a hand through my hair, stepping back. "Go to sleep, little pet." My voice was tight, controlled. Barely.

She watched me cautiously, as if she expected me to pounce on her any second. As if she didn’t just land a direct hit to my fucking ego.

I smirked, but there was no humor in it. "And next time you decide to touch yourself while thinking of another man—" I leaned in slightly, dropping my voice just low enough to make her shiver, "—try not to moan so loud. I might start thinking you want me to hear."

Her lips parted, a mix of shock and outrage flashing across her face.

I didn’t give her the chance to respond.

I turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

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