Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 175: Draining His Life Force

Elena’s POV

Something was wrong with me.

I knew it. I felt it. And yet, I didn’t care.

I lay sprawled across the bed, my skin slick with sweat, my body aching—not from exhaustion, not from soreness, but from the unbearable, never-ending hunger.

It never stopped.

No matter how much Ace gave me. No matter how hard he fucked me. No matter how many times I screamed his name, clawed at his back, begged for more.

It was never enough.

I pressed a hand to my chest, panting as my body trembled. My heart was racing, my blood burning through my veins like liquid fire. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t me.

My wolf purred in satisfaction, but I wasn’t sure if it was her or something else. Something darker. Something cruel.

I turned my head to look at Ace. He lay beside me, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Even he was spent. He had given me everything. Twice. But I was still aching. Still hungry.

He must have felt me staring because his eyes cracked open, hooded and full of satisfaction. But beneath that, I could see the exhaustion, the silent concern.

"What?" he muttered, voice rough.

I licked my lips, feeling restless. Needy. Frustrated.

"I still need more."

Ace’s brow twitched. "You’re insatiable."

I knew that. And it should have bothered me. But it didn’t.

I crawled onto him, straddling his waist, rolling my hips against his already-hardening cock. His breath hitched, hands automatically grabbing my waist.

"Elena..." His voice held warning, but there was also desire.

That malicious little voice in my head sneered, whispering, Take more. He won’t say no.

So I did.

I took.

And he gave.

And yet, even as he flipped me over, pinning me down and driving into me again, even as my body arched, pleasure tearing through me—I knew.

Something was wrong.

And if I didn’t stop soon, I wasn’t sure there would be anything left of me to save.

Something was changing in Ace.

At first, I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was too consumed by this insatiable need, this burning hunger that refused to be satisfied, no matter how many times he gave himself to me. But then... I started to notice.

Each time he touched me. Each time he sank into me, worshiped me with his body, I felt something shift—not in me, but in him.

The first time, he was dominant, commanding, his strength overwhelming me in the best way. But as the rounds continued, something inside him was being drained.

His grip wasn’t as firm. His thrusts weren’t as ruthless. His voice, once deep and cocky, was now laced with exhaustion.

And yet, I still wanted more.

I didn’t know why. I should have stopped. I should have let him rest. But I couldn’t.

I pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. His skin was hot, damp with sweat, his breathing ragged.

His once-vibrant eyes looked... dim.

Not just tired. Not just spent. But weaker.

I frowned, trying to shake off the hazy fog in my mind. "Ace...?" My voice came out softer than I intended, almost hesitant. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

He exhaled heavily, his arms wrapped loosely around my waist as I straddled him, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. "What, princess? Not done using me yet?" His tone was teasing, but there was no real bite behind it.

He was pushing himself. For me.

And for the first time since this maddening need had overtaken me, I felt a flicker of guilt.

Because whatever was happening to me... I wasn’t just destroying myself.

I was taking something from him, too.

And I had no idea how to stop.

A sinking feeling settled in my gut—something was wrong.

I could feel it in the way Ace’s body responded beneath me. Not just exhaustion, but something deeper. Something darker. It was as if I was pulling something from him, draining him with every touch, every movement, every time I took from him.

But I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

The hunger inside me was relentless, and that voice—that dark, twisted voice—whispered in my mind, urging me on. More. Take more. Use him. Make him yours. Consume him.

I let my head fall back, moaning as I rode him, my pace ruthless, my body demanding everything he had left to give.

Ace groaned beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips, but his grip was weaker than before. His breaths were sharp, ragged, strained—yet he still let me use him, let me take and take and take.

The voice inside me purred in satisfaction.

Good girl. He belongs to you now.

I moved faster, slamming down on him harder, rolling my hips in desperate circles, chasing a release that I knew—I knew—would never be enough.

And still, I wanted more.

I barely registered Ace’s groans beneath me as I bounced on him, my hips moving in a furious, unforgiving rhythm. My body was on fire, burning with an insatiable hunger that no matter how hard, how deep he went, it wasn’t enough.

The dark voice inside me whispered, Take more. Make him yours. Drain him dry.

I reached for his hands, grabbing them and bringing them to my breasts, pressing his palms against my aching nipples. He groaned, instinct taking over as he squeezed them roughly, his fingers twisting my hardened peaks just the way I wanted.

"Yes—fuck, yes," I moaned, throwing my head back, my movements turning desperate, erratic, wild.

Ace growled beneath me, one hand sliding down to my waist, the other coming down hard against my ass—a sharp, stinging spank that sent a shockwave of pure ecstasy through me.

I gasped, my body clenching around him.

More.

Another slap. Harder.

"Fuck, Ace!" I cried out, riding him harder, grinding down on him with everything I had. I was losing myself in it—in him—but deep inside, that voice just laughed.

Ace was shaking, his grip on me tightening as his body tensed. His breathing turned ragged, his moans raw as he thrust up into me, meeting my movements.

And then—he came.

A strangled groan ripped from his throat as his release poured into me, his entire body jerking beneath mine before he collapsed, completely still.

I stopped moving.

"Ace?" I whispered, looking down at him.

His eyes were closed. His breathing was shallow. His body was limp.

And that’s when I felt it.

Something dark. Something wrong.

I wasn’t just taking his pleasure.

I was taking his life force.

Every time he came inside me, every time I fed this insatiable hunger—I was draining him.

What the fuck am I?

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