Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 166: Get Me A Witch!

Ace POV

I should have been done.

I should have been too exhausted to go again.

But Elena... fuck. There was something about her tonight—something dark, insatiable, and completely unhinged. And it was dragging me under with her.

She was sprawled beneath me, her skin damp, her breath uneven, and her body still trembling from the last orgasm I had just fucked out of her.

But those eyes...

They weren’t satisfied.

Even now, even after I had just filled her, stretched her, pounded into her like a fucking beast—she still wanted more.

"Elena," I rasped, brushing my fingers over her jaw, needing to understand what the fuck was happening to her. "How the fuck are you still—"

She didn’t let me finish.

With a wicked smirk, she pushed me onto my back, straddling me, her bare heat pressing against my still-sensitive cock.

"You’re not done, are you?" she whispered, running her hands down my chest, nails dragging lightly over my skin, making my muscles twitch under her touch.

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I clenched my jaw as she rolled her hips, teasing, rubbing herself along my length, slick and dripping, making me ache to be inside her again.

I should have said no.

But then she leaned down, dragging her tongue up the side of my neck before biting down just hard enough to make me groan, her fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking me back to full hardness.

I lost it.

With a snarl, I grabbed her hips, lifting her, and slammed her down onto me in one hard stroke.

She cried out, her nails digging into my chest as I filled her to the hilt, her walls clenching around me in desperate hunger.

"You really don’t know when to stop, do you?" I growled, thrusting up into her, making her whimper.

She grinned, fucking grinned, as she started riding me, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles, taking me all the way in before lifting up just enough to leave me wanting, then slamming back down again.

I hissed. "Fuck, Elena—"

She was tight, so fucking tight, and she knew exactly what she was doing, torturing me with the way she moved, the way she clenched around me, her hands braced against my chest as she rode me hard and desperate.

The sound of her slick arousal and the slap of our bodies meeting filled the room, along with our ragged breathing and the low, needy moans slipping from her lips.

I gripped her waist, guiding her movements, fucking up into her brutally, mercilessly, making her cry out with each powerful thrust.

She was so goddamn wet, dripping down my cock, soaking me completely as she moved faster, her breathing turning shaky, uneven.

"Ace," she gasped, her fingers clawing into my skin, her body shaking as she neared another orgasm.

I didn’t let up.

I flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her face against the mattress as I yanked her hips up, aligning myself with her soaked, aching core.

And then I slammed into her again from behind, my grip on her waist bruising as I fucked her hard, deep, rough—exactly how she wanted it.

She screamed, her hands fisting the sheets as she pushed back against me, taking every brutal stroke like she couldn’t get enough.

I reached forward, grabbing her by the throat, pulling her upright so her back was against my chest, my cock still buried deep inside her.

"You like this, don’t you?" I growled into her ear, squeezing her throat lightly, making her moan.

"Yes," she gasped, rolling her hips, her walls fluttering around me. "More, Ace—please—"

"Greedy fucking girl," I snarled, shoving her back down and fucking her faster, chasing my own release as her body clenched so tight it nearly made me lose my mind.

And then she broke.

She screamed my name, her body convulsing as she came hard, soaking me, dripping onto the sheets, her orgasm tearing through her like a violent storm.

I cursed, thrusting deep one final time before I followed her over the edge, spilling inside her, my body shaking from the intensity of it.

We collapsed, our breaths heavy, uneven.

But then she moved again.

I stiffened as she turned onto her side, trailing her fingers down my stomach, toward my cock again.

"Elena—" I started, but then she wrapped her fingers around me, stroking, teasing, milking me back to hardness with slow, torturous strokes.

"Again," she murmured, her voice low, needy.

"Fuck."

I barely had anything left in me—but she wasn’t done.

She pulled me on top of her, her legs wrapping around my waist, her soaked entrance rubbing against my tip.

"Inside," she whispered, dragging me closer.

I gave in.

With one last deep thrust, I buried myself inside her again, groaning at how fucking good she felt, still tight, still desperate, still taking me like she was made for this.

I moved slow this time, deep, controlled thrusts, rolling my hips, stretching her, hitting every spot that made her moan.

She clawed at my back, her body arching, her legs tightening around me, and I knew she was close again.

I reached down, rubbing her clit in tight circles, making her shudder. "Come for me, Elena."

She shattered beneath me, her entire body convulsing as another intense orgasm ripped through her, her walls milking my cock as I pounded into her harder, faster, until I couldn’t fucking hold on any longer.

With one final, brutal thrust, I buried myself as deep as I could, emptying inside her one last time, groaning as my body shook with pleasure.

And then she finally went still.

Her breathing slowed, her body relaxed, her lashes fluttering closed as she collapsed into the bed.

For the first time tonight, she looked completely spent.

I stared at her, panting, dazed, my muscles aching, my cock finally drained of every last drop I had.

I had never fucked anyone so many times in one night.

Never felt so completely exhausted, so utterly drained.

But Elena?

I wasn’t sure if she had finally gotten enough—or if this was just the beginning of something far, far worse.

Elena finally drifted off to sleep, her breathing soft and even, exhaustion finally catching up to her.

Her body was completely spent—slick with sweat, flushed from exertion, her lips still slightly parted as if she had fallen asleep mid-moan.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply.

This wasn’t normal.

I had fucked her senseless, given her more than any normal body could take, emptied myself inside her until I thought I had nothing left to give—and yet she still wanted more.

The way she had looked at me, the hunger in her eyes, the way she had begged for more even when her body should have given out hours ago—something was wrong.

And I was done ignoring it.

I needed answers.

Now.

I sat up, carefully lifting her limp body, carrying her to the bathroom to clean her up.

She didn’t stir, didn’t react—just lay there, completely out, her body finally betraying her exhaustion.

Good.

That gave me time.

I took my time, gently wiping her down, washing away the mess of our sweat, cum, and her own arousal. As much as she had driven me insane tonight, as much as she had tempted and consumed me like a fucking succubus, I wasn’t a monster.

She was mine to fuck, yes.

But she was also mine to take care of.

Once she was clean and presentable, I carefully dressed her, tucking her under the sheets before I stood and reached for my pants.

Then I linked one of my men.

"Find me a witch. Now."

There was a pause. Then, a hesitant response.

"Alpha, a witch? You know they don’t—"

"I don’t give a fuck what they do and don’t do." I growled, pulling my shirt over my head. "Find one. Bring her to me. If you have to drag her here kicking and screaming, do it."

Another pause. Then, finally—

"Yes, Alpha."

I cut the link and turned back to the bed.

Elena was still out cold, her chest rising and falling steadily.

I exhaled slowly.

If she wasn’t possessed, then I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to her.

But one thing was clear—

Whatever this was, it wasn’t just lust.

It was something darker, something twisted, and I was going to get to the bottom of it before it consumed her completely.

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