Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 190: Three Can Play That Game

Kane’s POV

I carried her to the bed and laid her on it, positioning her so that her lower body dangled off the edge, legs spread wide open. I could see every inch of her glistening skin, her beautiful pussy laid bare for me. Without wasting a moment, I resumed pounding into her, each thrust driving me deeper into a haze of raw lust and rage.

Just as I felt her clench around me, pushing me dangerously close to my own edge, Dean burst into the room. "Having fun without me?" he taunted from his seat in the corner, already jerking himself off while watching the scene unfold. I didn’t even spare him a glance.

I felt my rhythm falter for a split second as her body convulsed—she came, and I was about to come too. "Pull out, man!" Dean shouted, his voice coarse as he continued his own self-indulgence. Reluctantly, I withdrew, my release splattering onto her belly.

Immediately, Elena’s dark eyes flashed with fury. "You’re supposed to cum in me," she spat, still panting from her orgasm. But before I could retort, Dean shoved me aside with a rough, commanding shove. "You don’t get to say how we fuck your mate. Now it’s my turn," he declared as he flipped her over onto her back.

Her ass was bared and inviting, and without hesitation, Dean positioned himself between her spread legs. In one fluid, predatory movement, he entered her deeply. One hand gripped her hip to hold her in place, while his other hand seized a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back as he began to fuck her with brutal precision. Each thrust was accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin and her incoherent screams that filled the room with raw, carnal noise.

I stood there, enticed as I watched. I understood Dean’s method—he wanted to fuck her without cumming inside, so that the dark force feeding on her climax wouldn’t be diluted. Every time she came without our release, the entity inside her grew stronger. Dean was reversing the effect, making sure that the moment of climax would drain her completely. I hated to admit it, but in that moment, Dean’s twisted method was genius.

Despite my own seething desire, I forced myself to watch as Dean pulled her up, his rough hands fisting one of her breasts, kneading it as he continued to pound into her with a relentless, almost animalistic fury. Every collision of his thrusts with her slick, exposed skin sent tremors of pleasure and pain through me. The air was thick with sweat, moans, and the sound of our bodies slamming together—a symphony of dark, twisted ecstasy.

"Fuck it," I thought bitterly, swallowing hard as I gripped my own length, watching the brutal dance between them. Elena’s eyes, normally full of life, now shimmered with a dark emptiness—an addiction to the raw pleasure that left her always craving more, never satisfied.

In that chaotic, debauched moment, everything became a cruel, twisted game. The dark force within Elena was desire our passions, each orgasm a tribute to a hunger that could never be sated. And as Dean pounded into her, pushing her to the brink of collapse, I could see the truth: our actions were not merely acts of lust—they were rituals of consumption, feeding a darkness that might one day consume us all.

Before I could process it all, a final, shuddering climax tore through Dean. His eyes locked onto Elena’s as he pulled out seconds before he released himself , and the room shuddered with the force of his final, desperate release. In that explosive moment,

Instead of feeding Elena’s dark hunger, he’d drained her. I looked down at Elena, naked and shuddering in the aftermath, and said in a low, rough voice, "Care for a threesome?"

Dean’s eyes narrowed in amusement and understanding as he gave me a smirk and waved me over. The plan was clear: we were to fuck her—but deliberately, carefully, so as not to cum inside her. It was all about control, about keeping her on the edge without letting her fully surrender.

Inside the dimly lit room, every inch of Elena’s body exuded raw desire. Her skin was glistening with sweat, and every movement seemed calculated to entice and torment. I stood behind her while Dean, ever the aggressive temptor, took his place at the edge of the bed. Without missing a beat, he pulled Elena’s face toward his throbbing cock, commanding her to suck. I watched as she obediently obliged, her dark eyes momentarily flickering with a mix of defiance and need.

I could see the tension in her body—her desire warring with the residual pull of her darkness. And while Dean continued his rough ministrations, Elena’s moans filled the room with a raw, primal sound. I stepped closer, positioning myself behind her as I felt her shudder under Dean’s touch.

"Care for another round?" I murmured, my voice low and husky with lust and determination.

We had to continue the game, push her further until she was on the brink—and until we could finally wrest control from the darkness inside her. I reached around, my fingers trailing along her waist and pressing lightly against her back, urging her to relax under my command.

Dean, never one to back down, sat firmly at the edge of the bed. He leaned in, pulling Elena’s face back to his throbbing desire with an intensity that made her moan louder, deeper. I could see that she was caught in the tumult—a wild creature trying to satisfy an insatiable hunger, even if that hunger was twisting her soul.

The rough, relentless rhythm continued as I moved behind her, my hands firm on her hips. I pressed my body close, feeling the heat of her skin, the softness that belied the tumult raging inside her. With every thrust, every forceful movement, I could feel the dark essence within her stir—hungry, feral, desperate.

arching into every stroke, and I watched as Dean’s own pace intensified. With every movement, it was as if we were both fighting the pull of something that threatened to overtake us—a force that fed on our releases, our climaxes, our very souls.

I felt a surge of raw adrenaline. I positioned myself so that I could control the rhythm, my hands firm, my eyes locked on Elena’s every reaction. Her body trembled beneath my touch as I felt her teeter on the verge of ecstasy. I leaned close, my voice a husky command. "You want this, don’t you? You want more than you can ever have."

Time and again, I drove into her with relentless, measured thrusts—each one deliberate, designed to prolong the agony of anticipation without granting complete release. I watched her, every moan, every shudder, was a testament to the complex war inside her: the battle between desire and the creeping poison of her own darkness.

Dean, meanwhile, continued to pleasure her at the edge, his own aggressive rhythm matching mine in a strange, perverse duet of desire and defiance. In the heat of the moment, the room was filled with our raw sounds—moans, grunts, the slap of skin against skin, and the steady, rhythmic pace of our bodies colliding.

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