Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 163: Insatiable

Elena’s POV

"Good," Dean smirked, his eyes still dark, still hungry. "Because I’m not fucking done with you yet."

I barely had time to catch my breath before he grabbed my waist and lifted me off the sink, his cock slipping out of me, leaving me suddenly empty. A whimper escaped my lips at the loss, but he just smirked, walking me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bathroom counter.

He laid me down on the cold marble, spreading my thighs wide, exposing how drenched I was, how messy I was from what we had just done.

Dean’s gaze dropped between my legs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Look at you," he murmured, trailing a finger through the wetness pooling between my thighs. "So fucking ruined. So fucking mine."

I moaned as he slid two fingers into me, curling them just right, making my back arch.

"Dean..." My voice was breathy, desperate.

His other hand gripped my breast, squeezing hard, his thumb rubbing over my hardened nipple.

"You want more?" he rasped.

I nodded, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he tweaked my nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

Dean leaned down, wrapping his lips around my other nipple, sucking hard before biting just enough to make me cry out.

"Fuck—"

"You like it when I bite you, don’t you?" he murmured against my skin, flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak before sucking it deep into his mouth again.

I whimpered, my hips lifting off the counter, chasing the pleasure, but his hand on my stomach shoved me back down.

"Be still," he ordered, his voice dark, commanding.

Then he moved lower.

Down, down, down—until he was kneeling between my thighs.

I gasped as I felt the first hot swipe of his tongue over my swollen clit, my fingers immediately fisting in his hair.

"Dean—!"

"Shut up and take it," he growled before devouring me.

His tongue dragged through my folds, swirling around my clit before sucking the sensitive bundle into his mouth, making me cry out, my legs trembling.

"God—fuck—"

Dean chuckled against me, the vibration sending shivers all the way up my spine.

Then he got ruthless.

His tongue flicked, licked, sucked, his fingers pumping into me hard and deep, stretching me open, curling just right, hitting that spot that had my stomach tightening.

I was close. So close.

"That’s it," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with dark amusement. "Come for me, Elena. Fucking drench me."

And I did.

My back arched violently, my thighs clamping around his head as my orgasm crashed over me, hard, blinding, all-consuming.

Dean didn’t stop.

Didn’t let up.

He kept going, licking me through it, dragging me over the edge again, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body until I was a writhing mess beneath him.

Only when I was shaking, gasping, begging did he finally pull away, his lips wet, his eyes dark and heavy with lust.

"You taste fucking sinful," he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before climbing over me again, his cock pressing against my drenched entrance.

"Dean," I whispered, still trembling, still aching for him.

He smirked, gripping my hips and flipping me over so my chest was flat against the cold counter, my ass in the air.

"You wanted to be fucked hard?" he rasped against my ear. "Then take it."

And with one brutal thrust, he was inside me again, stretching me wide, filling me to the hilt.

I screamed, my nails clawing at the marble as he fucked into me, relentless, punishing.

"Fuck—you’re so tight," he gritted out, his fingers digging into my hips, pulling me back to meet every devastating snap of his hips.

The pleasure was unbearable, white-hot and filthy, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

And Dean didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down.

If anything, he got rougher, faster, harder.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, the filthy squelch of how wet I was for him, filled the bathroom.

Dean grabbed my hair, fisting it tight, pulling my head back so his lips could graze my ear. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

"You fucking love this," he growled. "Love getting fucked like a slut, don’t you?"

I moaned shamelessly, pushing back against him, needing more, needing everything.

His grip tightened in my hair.

"Say it."

"Yes—fuck—yes, I love it!"

"Good girl."

He let go of my hair, gripping my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my pulse race.

"Come again for me," he ordered, his thrusts turning brutal, devastating.

And I did.

I came hard, my walls clamping down around him, milking him, my body convulsing as I screamed his name, my vision blurring.

Dean groaned, his pace faltering, and then—

With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep and came inside me, hard, hot, endless.

For a long moment, neither of us moved.

Breathing heavy, skin slick with sweat and water, bodies completely spent.

Dean collapsed against me, his forehead pressed against my shoulder.

"Fuck," he muttered, voice hoarse, raw. "You’re gonna fucking kill me."

I swallowed, my body still trembling, still wanting.

Before I could ask for more—before I could pull him back inside me and demand he ruin me again—the world around me shifted.

The heat, the weight of Dean’s body, the slick press of skin against skin—all of it vanished.

I gasped, my eyes snapping open, my chest heaving for breath.

The steam from the shower was still thick in the air, clinging to my skin, but the bathroom was empty. No Dean. No rough hands gripping my hips. No cock buried deep inside me. No filthy whispers in my ear.

Just me. Alone.

Lying flat on my back on the cold, wet tile.

I stared up at the ceiling, disoriented, still trembling, still aching. My entire body felt wrung out, thoroughly fucked—but there was no one here.

What the fuck just happened?

Had it been a dream? An illusion? A product of whatever darkness had been clawing at me, pushing me into reckless, insatiable lust?

But it hadn’t felt like a dream.

I could still feel the ghost of his hands on me.

The phantom ache between my legs.

The lingering pulse of pleasure that shivered through my spine, as real as any orgasm I had ever had.

I swallowed, sitting up slowly, my legs weak, my entire body still humming from the intensity.

Fuck.

I ran a shaky hand through my damp hair, my mind still spinning, still struggling to separate reality from whatever had just happened.

Because deep down, I knew one thing for certain.

Dean had been there.

I had pulled him to me.

And now...

Now I was left with a hunger that I wasn’t sure could ever be satisfied.

And worst of all?

I wanted to do it again.

Dean’s POV

Fuck.

I found myself flat on my back on the forest floor, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my entire body still pulsing from the raw, mind-melting pleasure I had just experienced.

Except—it wasn’t real.

Not fully.

I looked down at myself, at the wet stain darkening the front of my pants, and growled, running a hand over my face.

Elena.

She had pulled me into her mind, into whatever dark hunger was devouring her from the inside. And fuck, I had felt everything—the way she touched herself, the way she had begged for more without even realizing it, the way her body had taken me so perfectly.

Too perfectly.

And that’s when the truth hit me like a punch to the gut.

Kane’s darkness.

That stupid, reckless bastard.

His darkness was spreading into her, corrupting her, twisting her cravings into something dangerous. And worse?

She was alone.

Neither Kane nor I were with her. Which meant she would go to any length to satisfy the need that was consuming her. Any fucking length.

And Kane?

He would feel every second of it.

Every moan that left her lips, every time she sought out someone else to fill the void, every moment she gave in to that insatiable addiction.

And it would break him.

I let out a sharp breath, pushing myself to my feet. I needed to find her. Now. Before she did something—**or someone—**that would send Kane spiraling into more fucking misery.

Great. Fucking great.

When I saw Kane again, I was going to kick his ass.

For being weak.

For letting his darkness slip into Elena.

For failing her.

Because if I didn’t fix this fast, he wouldn’t be the only one losing her.

We both would.

I needed to find a witch—fast.

And knowing them? This wasn’t going to be easy.

Witches weren’t exactly welcoming, especially to a vampire like me. They preferred to keep their secrets locked away, hidden behind spells and illusions, away from the prying hands of creatures who could tear them apart.

But I didn’t have time for their secrecy.

I didn’t have time for their rules.

If negotiations wouldn’t work?

Then I’d do it the hard way.

I ran a hand through my hair, my jaw clenching. Elena didn’t have time to wait. Every second that passed, Kane’s darkness was sinking deeper into her, twisting her desires, pushing her to find release in the worst ways possible.

And the more she gave in to that hunger, the more Kane would suffer.

A small, twisted part of me wanted to let him. Let him feel what it was like to be powerless, to feel his mate taken over by something he couldn’t control.

But I couldn’t do that.

Not when Elena was the one paying the price.

Not when I was losing her too.

I turned on my heel, eyes locked on the darkening sky.

If there was even a single witch left in this territory, I would find them.

And if they refused to help?

Then I’d make them.

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