Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 171: Unfilled Desires

Elena POV

I woke up feeling hot all over, my body tingling with an unbearable ache. It was like my skin was on fire, every nerve ending oversensitive to the slightest touch.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I groaned, shifting under the sheets, only to realize I was drenched in sweat. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling too quickly. My thighs squeezed together involuntarily, a wave of frustration and need rolling through me so strong I nearly cursed out loud.

I forced myself to sit up, my head spinning.

Where the hell was I?

Looking around, I noticed the familiar dark-toned furniture. Ace’s room. Right.

On the small table beside the bed, a tray of food sat untouched. My stomach growled loudly. Maybe eating would help.

I forced myself up, legs feeling weak and shaky, and grabbed a piece of bread, then some fruit, eating quickly. But the more I ate, the worse the heat inside me became. Unbearable. Suffocating.

I dropped the fork, clutching my robe, my hands trembling.

This wasn’t normal.

My whole body felt wired, like I had been drugged with an Aphrodite pill—only a hundred times worse. My nipples were tight and aching, my thighs clenching with need. I felt restless, needy, desperate.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Stumbling toward the bathroom, I ripped off the robe and turned the shower ice cold.

The second the freezing water hit me, my skin shivered. But instead of calming me, the sensation only intensified my discomfort.

I gritted my teeth, leaning against the wall, forcing myself to stay under the spray. But nothing helped. Nothing.

My body ached for something. Someone.

No. I needed to stop this.

I turned off the water, wrapping the robe tightly around me, and stumbled back to bed.

Maybe if I just slept, I could escape this torment.

But even as I closed my eyes, my body refused to settle.

The heat. The ache. The hunger.

It wouldn’t stop.

I tossed and turned, desperate for relief. The ache between my thighs was unbearable, a deep, throbbing need that refused to die down no matter how much I tried to ignore it.

Fuck.

My fingers twitched, my body humming with frustration. The robe felt too heavy, too suffocating. With a frustrated sigh, I slipped it off, letting the cool air kiss my bare skin.

My hands moved on their own, slowly trailing down my stomach, my fingers ghosting over the sensitive flesh of my thighs. freeweɓnøvel~com

A shaky breath left my lips as I cupped my aching breasts, squeezing them lightly before pinching my hardened nipples. A sharp gasp escaped me, pleasure jolting through my veins.

Fuck, yes.

I rolled one nipple between my fingers, twisting and tugging, feeling the heat in my belly tighten. But it wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

My hand trailed lower, my fingers sliding between my thighs, brushing against the wetness pooling there.

God, I was soaked.

Slowly, I dipped a finger inside, my walls clenching greedily around the intrusion. I bit my lip, adding another, pumping them in and out, curling them just right.

But it still wasn’t enough.

A whimper left my lips as frustration built, my hips rolling against my hand, chasing something I couldn’t quite reach.

I needed more friction. More pressure.

Desperation clawed at me, and without thinking, I reached for the pillow beside me.

Gripping it tightly, I dragged it between my legs, straddling it.

The moment my soaking core made contact with the soft fabric, a shudder ripped through me.

Yes.

I ground my hips forward, rubbing against it, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my veins. My head fell back, lips parted as I rolled my hips again and again, chasing the high that kept slipping just out of reach.

But it still wasn’t enough.

No matter how hard I tried, how desperately I moved, I couldn’t reach the release I craved.

A frustrated cry tore from my throat, my nails digging into the pillow as I humped it harder, faster, more desperately.

I was so close— but something was missing.

Something—or someone.

The door creaked open, but I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

I was too far gone, too desperate, too needy.

I didn’t even feel the slightest bit of shame when I saw Ace standing there, his sharp eyes locking onto me. Instead, a sense of relief washed over me.

Finally.

He was going to help me.

Still straddling the pillow, I rolled my hips, grinding down harder as I met his gaze, my breaths coming in short, needy pants.

"Come here," I murmured, my voice dripping with seduction and raw need.

Ace stood frozen for a moment, his eyes devouring me, dark and hungry. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched as he swallowed hard.

His gaze trailed over my bare body, from my flushed cheeks down to the way my thighs gripped the pillow.

And then he moved.

Slow, deliberate steps, like a predator stalking its prey.

My body shivered in anticipation.

By the time he reached the bed, I was practically trembling, my fingers digging into the sheets as I kept grinding against the pillow, shameless and desperate.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hands clenching into fists.

His restraint was cracking, I could see it in the way his pupils blown wide with desire.

I licked my lips, my hands trailing up my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my hardened nipples, putting on a show just for him.

"Ace," I moaned his name, a breathy, pleading sound. "I need you."

That was all it took.

With a deep growl, he snapped.

I spread my legs wider, inviting him in.

Ace didn’t hesitate.

With a growl, he grabbed my thighs, his strong hands sliding under me as he lifted my hips, forcing me up and tilting me toward his mouth.

And then—fuck.

His tongue delved between my thighs, hot and greedy, licking up my wetness like a man starving.

I cried out, arching off the bed, my fingers tangling into his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.

He groaned against me, the vibrations shooting straight through my core, making me shudder.

"Ace—fuck—" I gasped, but he didn’t let up.

He licked, sucked, and teased, his tongue flicking over my swollen clit before dragging down, plunging into me, tasting every inch like he was claiming me.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe— all I could do was feel.

The heat. The pressure. The unbearable need.

But it still wasn’t enough.

I rolled my hips, trying to take more, chasing the release that danced just out of reach.

Ace must have noticed, because with a low chuckle, he pinned me down, his grip firm and demanding.

His tongue moved faster, merciless, his lips wrapping around my clit and sucking hard.

My body jerked, my thighs trembling around his head, but he held me still, refusing to let me escape the pleasure he was forcing me to drown in.

I was so close—so fucking close— but something inside me still craved more.

Harder. Rougher. Deeper.

"Ace," I whimpered, desperate, my nails dragging against his scalp. "I need more. Please."

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