"Shit," I muttered, holding her tightly as her body trembled against mine. This wasn’t supposed to happen—not yet. She wasn’t marked, and without the mate bond solidified, her heat would be unbearable. Painful. My wolf howled inside , desperate to ease her suffering.
Dean, who had paused mid-step, turned back toward us, his expression darkening as he sniffed the air. "Well, this is... unexpected," he muttered, though his tone lacked his usual smugness.
"Get the hell out," I snarled, my voice filled with barely restrained fury.
Dean hesitated, his gaze lingering on Elena. The possessive growl that tore from my throat made it clear I wasn’t in the mood for negotiation.
As I held Elena in my arms, her trembling body radiating unbearable heat, I turned to head upstairs. Before I could take another step, Dean zood in, blocking my path. His dark eyes glead with that infuriating smirk on his face.
"I don’t think you should be the one handling her," he said, his tone dripping with smugness. "With her scent this tempting, your wolf will snap. Just let take care of her."
My grip on Elena tightened instinctively. Like hell I’d trust him. "Fuck off, Dean," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.
But he didn’t back down, leaning closer instead. "Your wolf won’t be able to resist the temptation, Kane. She’s ours—"
I cut him off with a snarl, my wolf rising to the surface, challenging him. "She’s mine. I don’t need your help, so stay the fuck away from her."
Dean didn’t flinch. He cocked his head, his voice dropping into a low purr. "She’s my beloved too, Kane. Ignoring that won’t change it. Give her to —"
"Shut the fuck up!" My roar echoed through the room, shaking the walls. I could feel my control slipping, my wolf and my own fury clawing at the edges of my mind. But I wouldn’t lose myself. Not now. Elena needed . Not him.
Without another word, I pushed past him, refusing to waste another second bickering while my mate was suffering.
Her scent, sweet and maddening, was suffocating , fueling every primal instinct I had. My wolf was on a rampage, clawing at my sanity. The heat radiating from her skin, the way her body arched slightly as if seeking relief—it was almost impossible to concentrate.
Dean followed up the stairs, his presence like a dark cloud at my back. I was this close to turning around and knocking him out of my damn house, but my priorities were clear: Elena ca first.
I carried her to the bathroom, ignoring Dean’s muttered remarks, and placed her gently in the bathtub. Twisting the faucet, I let the cold water flow, hoping to cool her down.
The shock of the cold made her gasp, her eyelids fluttering open briefly. Her soft whimper tugged at my heart, but I knew this was the only way to ease her heat without... complicating things further.
"Kane," she murmured, her voice a mix of relief and desperation.
"I’m here, love," I said softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. My fingers lingered for a mont too long, and my wolf growled in approval.
Dean leaned against the doorfra, his arms crossed, watching us like a predator. "You’re fighting a losing battle, Kane," he said, his voice smug. "You know how this ends."
I turned my head, baring my teeth at him. "Get out."
He tilted his head, studying as if debating whether to push further. After a mont, he shrugged and smirked. "Suit yourself. But don’t say I didn’t warn you."
With that, he finally disappeared, leaving alone with Elena.
I took a deep breath, focusing on the sound of the water and the sight of her calming down. Her breathing steadied, though her scent lingered, intoxicating .
When her eyes opened again, they t mine, and I saw the trust she placed in —even in her vulnerable state. My wolf howled, not in anger or frustration this ti, but in fierce protectiveness.
"You’ll be okay, love," I said, more to myself than to her. "I’ve got you."
No matter the struggle, no matter what Dean claid, I would never let her down. She was mine.
I thought she was easing out of her heat. The cold shower seed to help, her trembling subsiding as her breathing returned to sothing close to normal. Thinking it was safe, I lifted her out of the tub, her damp body curling into mine instinctively.
Her skin was warm under my hands, and her scent was still maddeningly potent, but I forced myself to focus on drying her off. I grabbed a towel, gently running it along her shoulders and down her arms, trying to ignore how soft her skin felt beneath my fingers.
But then she shifted, her breath hitching as her hands clung to my chest. Her eyes, half-lidded and heavy with need, locked onto mine, and I knew imdiately what was happening.
She wasn’t calming down.
Her heat was hitting her harder now, and her body—traitorous as it was—was seeking relief. She leaned into , her fingers brushing over my chest, igniting a fire under my skin.
"Elena," I whispered, trying to pull back. "This isn’t you... it’s the heat talking."
But my wolf wasn’t helping.
Images started bombarding —dark, wicked visions of Elena beneath , writhing in pleasure, her lips parted as she gasped my na. My mind conjured her in every position imaginable: pinned beneath , bent over, on her knees, her body pressed against the wall as I took her.
The worst were the images of her in submission—her wrists bound, her body tied up in intricate knots, her eyes begging for more. My wolf growled in satisfaction, pushing these sinful fantasies deeper into my mind.
I tried to shake it off, but then Elena’s hand moved lower, brushing over my abdon.
"Elena," I warned, my voice rough and strained.
But she didn’t stop. Her delicate fingers found their way to my cock, and with an innocent yet utterly seductive touch, she began to stroke .
Fuck. That was it. My self-control snapped like a taut string.
A guttural growl ripped from my throat as I launched onto her, capturing her lips in a fierce, desperate kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her hands still stroking , driving further into madness.
My hands road her body, caressing every curve, every inch of her that was mine. I squeezed her hips, then moved to her perfect ass, giving it a sharp spank that made her gasp.
"Mine," I growled against her lips, nipping at her lower lip before trailing hot kisses down her neck. "You’re mine, Elena."
She whimpered, her body arching into , her scent intoxicating further. My wolf was in ecstasy, howling with approval as I claid her mouth again, my tongue exploring, tasting, savoring her like she was the sweetest thing I’d ever had.
Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging as she pressed herself closer, her heat radiating between us. I couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t hold back the fire roaring inside . All I knew was that she was mine, and I needed her—now.
The lust was unbearable, a fire burning through , and she was the only thing that could douse it. Her scent was intoxicating, drawing closer until I was utterly lost to her.
I reached for her, my hands sliding up her thighs, gripping them as I lifted her effortlessly. She gasped, her lips parting as her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, and her legs locked instinctively around my waist.
Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel every curve, every soft, warm inch of her against my aching need. The tension between us was electric, and the pull of the bond made it impossible to think about anything else.
We were still in the bathroom, but stopping wasn’t an option. My wolf howled in satisfaction as she clung to , her lips seeking mine, her fingers tangling in my hair.
Sohow, I managed to carry her to the bedroom, my lips never leaving hers. Every step felt like an eternity, the desire between us growing hotter and heavier. By the ti we reached the wall, I couldn’t hold back.
I pressed her back against the surface, my hands braced on either side of her to keep myself steady. Her breath ca in soft gasps as I tore at the waistband of her panties, desperate to feel her, to have her.
Sliding my fingers between her thighs, I found her wet and ready, her body reacting to mine in the most primal way. She moaned at my touch, her head falling back against the wall as her fingers tightened in my hair.
"Mine," I growled, the sound low and guttural, more beast than man.
I freed myself, my cock throbbing as I lined myself up. The need to claim her, to make her mine in every way, was overwhelming.
But just as I was about to take her, the door to the bedroom banged open with a crash that echoed like a thunderclap.
Dean.
"Doing the naughty naughty without ?" he drawled, his voice laced with smug amusent.
Before I could react, he used his vampiric speed to push off her, his grip like steel as he yanked her from my arms. The sheer force sent staggering back, my wolf roaring in rage and frustration as the fog of lust and heat began to clear from my mind.
Dean had her.
He zood away with her, vanishing before I could even regain my balance.
"Fuck!" I bellowed, slamming my fist into the wall, the plaster cracking beneath my knuckles. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
My mind raced with fury and regret, the image of her in Dean’s arms fueling my rage. I’d been so lost, so consud by her heat and scent, that I’d almost...
I sank to my knees, my hands trembling as I tried to collect myself. My wolf snarled, pacing in my head, demanding that I go after them, but I couldn’t move.
How could I have let this happen? How could I have let my instincts control so completely?
My chest heaved as I forced myself to think. Dean had her, but he wouldn’t hurt her—not physically. He was obsessed, possessive, but he wouldn’t risk her wrath by crossing that line.
Still, the thought of him near her, touching her, made my blood boil.
I need to find them.
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