Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 178: Different Taste

Dean’s POV

I wasn’t going to fight it.

Not anymore.

Not when her lips were so damn soft. Not when her body was wrapped around me, her heat pressing into my skin, her scent flooding my lungs like an aphrodisiac.

I groaned, deep and guttural, gripping her thighs tighter as she rolled her hips against me, her naked body grinding over my hardness.

Fuck. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

I slammed her against the nearest wall, my breath ragged as I stared into those black, sinful eyes. They were devouring me.

And I wanted to be devoured.

Her nails raked down my back, sharp enough to sting but not break skin. I hissed through my teeth, my control slipping further.

"You’re fighting it, Dean," she purred, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tilted my head back, her lips grazing over my throat.

I shuddered.

"You don’t want to fight, do you?" she teased, grinding against me.

I growled, my fangs elongating, my entire body coiling with tension.

She was playing with fire.

I was fire.

And I was about to burn us both alive.

I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, pressing my body flush against hers.

She gasped, and fuck, I wanted to hear that sound again.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "You’re dangerous, Elena." My voice was a warning, dark and rough.

She shivered.

And then, that wicked smirk curled on her lips. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Fuck it.

I crashed my mouth against hers, hard and punishing, devouring her the way I had been craving since the moment I laid eyes on her.

Her moan vibrated against my lips, her body arching into me, needing, taking.

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I reached down, gripping her thighs tightly, feeling the softness of her flesh contrast against the strength of my hold. With one smooth motion, I lifted her against the wall, her back slamming against it with a soft thud.

She gasped, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, locking me in.

I spread her wide, pressing my aching cock right against her soaked entrance.

Her breath hitched.

Her black eyes blazed—dark, bottomless, and fucking insatiable.

And then—

She tore my shirt open, claws raking across my chest, fabric ripping like it was nothing.

I growled, fangs elongating, my body thrumming with hunger—not just for her, but for the power surging between us.

Her hands moved fast, desperate, impatient, wild. She reached for my belt, fingers yanking the buckle loose, unzipping my pants so fast they slid down to my feet.

I didn’t fucking care.

My mouth found her throat, my lips burning against her sweat-slicked skin, tongue tracing the spot where her pulse pounded.

She shuddered, gasping my name.

Then, with a low moan, her fingers slid under my boxers, wrapping around my cock, pulling it out.

I hissed at the contact—her touch was like fire and ice, a mix of pleasure and torment.

She gripped me tightly, stroking me, her thumb teasing the swollen tip, spreading the slick beads of precum.

"Fuck, Elena—"

I didn’t get to finish—she arched her hips, rubbing her drenched heat against me, coating me in her wetness.

I groaned into her neck, biting down lightly, sucking the delicate skin.

"Dean, I need you—" she gasped, rolling her hips harder, teasing me, torturing me.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, urging me on, pulling me closer, deeper.

And just as I was about to give her exactly what she needed—

Her nails raked down my back, her body arching against mine as she rocked her hips, grinding against me with reckless desperation.

I gripped her thighs tighter, pinning her harder against the wall, spreading her wider. My cock was already slick with her arousal, teasing her entrance, rubbing against her heat until she was squirming, panting, begging.

"Dean," she moaned, her black eyes locking onto mine, dark and bottomless with need.

Fuck it.

I thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying myself deep inside her.

She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her body tensing for a second before she melted into me, letting out a moan that had my restraint snapping in half.

I pulled back, then slammed into her again—hard, fast, relentless.

Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me in deeper, forcing me to hit the very spot that had her screaming my name.

"Dean—fuck—harder!"

I obliged.

My hips snapped forward, my hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly before pounding into her with a force that had the wall shaking behind her.

She was so fucking tight, so wet, so perfect, taking everything I gave her and still demanding more.

She threw her head back, moaning, biting her lip, and the sight nearly undid me.

My fangs ached.

My hunger for her was more than just physical—it was primal, consuming, overpowering.

Her hands clawed at my back, leaving marks, fueling the fire between us. Her body trembled, her walls tightening around me, signaling she was close.

"That’s it, baby," I growled, driving deeper, rougher, faster. "Fucking take it. Cum for me."

She let out a shattered moan, her whole body tensing, her head falling forward, eyes squeezing shut.

I felt her shatter around me, clenching, pulsing, milking my cock as she came hard, her orgasm crashing over her like a storm.

And just as I reached my own edge, the world narrowing down to her, the heat, the pleasure, the way she fucking owned me in this moment—

I sank my fangs into her neck.

Her scream tore through the room—not in pain, but in raw, unfiltered pleasure.

Her blood hit my tongue, rich, intoxicating, but... different.

There was something else.

Something underneath the taste of her usual sweetness—something darker, richer, unfamiliar.

My eyes snapped open, a shudder rolling through me.

What the fuck?

I swallowed, feeling the strange aftertaste of something foreign, something unnatural.

She was still trembling in my arms, breathing heavily, coming down from her high, completely unaware.

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