Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 188: Cutting A Deal With The Sucubbus

Kane’s POV

I left Dean outside, still lost in thought, his jaw clenched as he wrestled with the impossible choice before us. But I couldn’t afford to stand still any longer. Not when Elena was slipping further away with every passing second.

I stepped into her room, my chest tightening as I took in the sight of her. Weeks. Weeks since I lost her to Ace, and now, even after finding her, I was on the verge of losing her permanently.

And it was my fault.

The weight of that realization sat heavy on my shoulders, pressing down like an unbearable burden. I did this. My darkness infected her, twisted her into something unrecognizable. I was supposed to protect her, but instead, I’d condemned her to this insatiable hunger, this endless cycle of pleasure and destruction.

I moved closer to the bed, watching her sleep—if that’s what you could even call it. Her body trembled slightly, as if still chasing something beyond reach, her lips parted, soft moans escaping even in unconsciousness. It wasn’t her. Not really. This thing inside her, this manifestation of my own darkness, had sunk its claws into her, warping her, feeding on her.

I clenched my fists, anger and helplessness warring inside me.

I had to do something.

Even if it killed me.

Because no matter what it took, no matter the cost, I wasn’t going to lose Elena. Not again.

Just when I thought she had finally fallen asleep, her eyes snapped open—pools of pitch-black darkness staring right through me.

"You’re back," she purred, a wicked smile curling on her lips. "I thought you’d left me to pleasure myself..." She tsked, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "So naughty of you to leave me all alone, aching, when I have not one, but two mates to fuck me."

She sat up, her movements slow, deliberate. And fuck—she was still completely naked. Flawless. Temptation made flesh. Her perfect breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples already hard, her scent thick in the air, stirring something primal in me. My body reacted instantly, betraying me. She noticed. Of course, she did.

A knowing smirk tugged at her lips as she lifted her hand, reaching for me. I stepped back.

Her expression darkened with frustration, but I held my ground. "I’ll give you what you want," I said, my voice firm. "Under one condition, you let her through so I see her while we are fucking."

Interest flickered in those abyss-like eyes, her head tilting slightly. "So picky," she murmured. "You do know I am her, right?"

"No, you’re not." I exhaled sharply, clenching my fists at my sides. "The body is the same, but you? You’re not her."

She laughed, a sultry, amused sound that sent chills down my spine.

I didn’t flinch. "Let her through," I demanded. "Let Elena take control—and I’ll fuck her into oblivion. That should still satisfy you, shouldn’t it? After all, you two are the same... right?"

A flicker. Just for a second. Something else—someone else—tried to surface behind those soulless eyes.

But was it really her? Or just another trick?

My breath hitched as Elena sauntered toward me, her hips swaying with that same effortless allure that had always drawn me to her. But this wasn’t just Elena anymore. This was something darker—something twisted and corrupted by the very thing I had failed to control. The mate I had fought to reclaim was slipping further away with every second, and I was the one responsible for it.

She stopped inches from me, her black eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "Say what... you fuck her," she whispered, her fingers trailing down my chest, "but every time she comes, I take control. If you don’t fuck us..." She arched a brow, tilting her head mockingly. "Well, I guess it’s just me you’ll be enjoying for the rest of your existence."

The weight of her words pressed down on me like a curse.

This wasn’t just about sex—this was about dominance, about control. About the darkness inside her that was toying with me like a predator circling its prey.

"Now," she purred, reaching for me, her lips curling into a sultry smile. "Come closer. I’m so horny."

I clenched my fists at my sides, torn between the unbearable need to touch her and the sickening knowledge that every moment of pleasure was feeding the monster lurking beneath her skin. My mate. My responsibility. My greatest failure.

She moved with an intoxicating grace, her black eyes locked onto mine, sharp and knowing. A predator that had caught her prey. She stepped closer, fingers brushing down my chest, undoing the first button of my shirt. My breath hitched as she leaned in, pressing her soft lips to the skin she exposed. A teasing kiss.

I swallowed hard.

"Elena..." My voice was hoarse, filled with something desperate and broken, but she didn’t stop. She undid another button, another kiss placed right over my hammering heartbeat.

"I have to make you want me," she purred, voice sultry, dripping with dark seduction. "Can’t have you holding back, Kane. I need all of you."

Her fingers found my belt, unbuckling it with ease, her lips trailing lower. I clenched my fists at my sides, battling the warring instincts inside me.

The need to protect her.

The need to stop this.

The need to fucking take her.

She was affecting me. Of course, she was. My cock was already straining, my self-control hanging by a thread. She knew it. She could sense it. And she was using it against me.

I exhaled sharply, trying to steady myself, trying to remind myself that this wasn’t truly her.

But when she looked up at me through those sinful, blackened eyes and whispered, "Let go, Kane."

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.

It was the grin that did it—the wicked, knowing grin that sent a shiver down my spine. And then her eyes changed. They weren’t the soulless, black pits of corruption anymore. No, they were hers. My Elena. My true mate. But they weren’t filled with love, or warmth, or even recognition.

They were filled with lust.

So much fucking lust.

Before I could say a word, her delicate fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me with a slow, torturous grip. My breath hitched, my body stiffened, and my mind screamed at me to stop this. But I couldn’t move—I was frozen, trapped in her intoxicating pull.

Then, she leaned forward, her soft, warm tongue gliding along my length, sending a violent tremor through me.

That was it.

That was the final fucking nail in the coffin.

A strangled groan escaped me as my head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming sensation. Every rational thought, every shred of guilt and hesitation, crumbled beneath the unbearable heat that consumed me.

I was so fucking aroused—to the point of no return.

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