Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 173: Possessed Or Evil Consciousness

Elena’s POV :

What the fuck was happening to me?

What did I even feel about Ace? A fuck buddy? Friends with benefits? I didn’t fucking know. And my wolf? She was just as damn horny as I was. Wolves don’t think with reason—they run on emotions. And right now, all she craved was someone to pound into us, over and over, to quench this insatiable hunger that sure as hell wasn’t for food.

And Kane? My mate? How did I feel about fucking someone else while being bonded to him? I couldn’t fucking explain it. Yeah, in my rare sober moments, I knew what I was doing was horrible. Unforgivable. But this hunger for pleasure—it was like being so damn desperate to pee that you’re shaking, and only when you finally let go do you feel relief. Yeah. That’s what fucking felt like—temporary relief from a torment I couldn’t escape.

And then there was that malicious whisper in my mind, goading me on. Twisting my thoughts. I couldn’t explain it, but it was there. Like a second consciousness, urging me to keep going. To take more, demand more, drown in more.

I think I’m going fucking crazy.

They say insane people hear voices in their minds, pushing them toward reckless, irreversible choices. Yeah, that’s me. Because why the fuck else would I be riding Ace like he’s the last man on earth when I have a mate? An asshole. A jerk. But still... my mate.

But even as my mind screamed at me, my body didn’t care.

The ache between my legs, the unbearable heat simmering under my skin—it overpowered everything else. Guilt? Reason? None of it fucking mattered when my body was starving for more.

I clenched my thighs around Ace’s hips, rolling my body against him as I took him deeper, harder. His hands were rough, gripping my ass, guiding my movements as I rode him mercilessly.

"Fuck, Elena," he groaned, his head pressing back against the pillows. His fingers dug into my flesh, almost bruising, but I welcomed the pain. It grounded me. It made me feel real.

I leaned down, dragging my tongue over his throat, nipping at his jaw as I moved faster, chasing something that never quite came. Never enough. It was never fucking enough.

Ace must’ve noticed because he grabbed me suddenly, flipping us over. My back hit the mattress with a soft thud, and then he was on me—**inside me—**his lips crashing against mine in a messy, desperate kiss.

"You’re insatiable," he muttered against my lips.

"Then fucking satisfy me," I challenged, wrapping my legs around him, forcing him deeper.

His response was a growl, primal and raw, as he pounded into me harder. The bed creaked beneath us, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the slick, wet noises of my arousal, and the ragged breaths we both took in between.

But even as I moaned, even as I clung to him, something inside me sneered.

This isn’t enough.

He isn’t enough.

And that was the scariest part of all.

Ace didn’t hesitate. The moment he had me on all fours, his hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he thrust into me without mercy.

A sharp cry tore from my lips as he filled me—stretching me, owning me, using me. And fuck, I welcomed it. I craved it.

His fingers dug into my flesh, nails almost breaking skin as he slammed into me harder, faster, deeper. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the room, mixing with my moans and his grunts.

"Look at you," he growled, one hand snaking up my spine, gripping the back of my neck, forcing my back into a perfect arch. "So fucking desperate. You want more, don’t you?"

"Yes!" I gasped, pushing back against him, meeting each punishing thrust. It still wasn’t enough. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but the hunger inside me was still clawing, screaming, demanding more.

Ace yanked my head back, his lips at my ear. "You’re fucking insatiable."

His other hand slid beneath me, fingers finding my clit, rubbing rough, fast circles. My body tensed, tightening around him as the pleasure built too fast, too sharp.

"Come for me," he commanded, voice dark, possessive.

My body obeyed, shattering around him. My arms trembled, and I nearly collapsed as wave after wave of pleasure hit me, but Ace didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, chasing his own release, fucking me through my orgasm until my knees shook.

Still, even as my body convulsed, even as I moaned from the pleasure, the hunger inside me remained.

"Again," I demanded breathlessly. "I need more."

Ace groaned, flipping me onto my back, spreading my legs wide as he drove into me once again.

And I took it.

I took all of him.

And it still wasn’t enough.

The malicious consciousness sneered.

Pathetic... not nearly enough... we need something more.

It coiled inside me like a serpent, whispering, taunting. No matter how hard Ace fucked me, no matter how many times I came—it wasn’t enough. It was like a drop in a vast, empty jar, evaporating before it could fill the void.

And worse, I could feel it feeding.

Every time my body convulsed with pleasure, every time I shattered around him, every time Ace came inside me—the presence inside me grew stronger. It pulsed, dark and insatiable, drinking in every climax like a starving beast.

A sick realization settled in my bones.

I think I’m possessed.

If that was even possible.

The thought should have terrified me, but instead, it thrilled me. The hunger sharpened, the voice in my head hissing with amusement, urging me on.

Ace gripped my thighs tighter, dragging me back onto his cock, his thrusts still relentless, punishing, brutal. He was trying to sate me, to wring out whatever this insatiable need was.

But I knew.

It wouldn’t work.

Because this wasn’t just lust.

This was something darker.

And it wanted more.

Ace widened my legs apart, gripping my thighs with bruising force.

He lifted my lower body, tilting my hips just right, and when he drove into me again—I screamed.

Fuck—

He was so deep, deeper than I thought possible, stretching me, filling me, ruining me. The pleasure was unbearable, an edge of pain that only made it sweeter. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound drowned out by the filthy, wet slap of our bodies colliding.

Ace grunted, sweat dripping down his temple as he pounded into me with raw, merciless intensity. His fingers dug into my flesh, holding me in place so I could take everything he gave.

But even as my body trembled, even as the pleasure coiled and built into something unbearable—it wasn’t enough.

The malicious consciousness inside me stirred, unsatisfied, restless.

More, it hissed. Harder. Deeper. Take more.

Ace was relentless, but I needed more.

I clawed at the sheets, thrashing beneath him, desperate, delirious.

"Ace—" I gasped. "More. Harder. Please."

His breath hitched. I felt his cock throb inside me, but he didn’t slow down—he fucked me even harder, dragging me back onto him, his grip possessive, desperate.

And yet—the hunger inside me still didn’t ease.

The dark presence within me purred, amused.

Not even close...

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