ELENA POV:
It’s official.
I was heading for disaster.
I didn’t know what was happening to anymore.
Okay, so Kane is a bit of a jerk. He completely misunderstood what happened between and Ace. That kiss wasn’t what he thought it was. It wasn’t desire or passion—it was a distraction, a trick.
But did he even let explain? No.
He just stord in, went full jealous alpha mode, and the next thing I knew, he was kissing like a possessed wolf, all anger and dominance.
And about Ace’s kiss?
I won’t lie. It was sweet. The kind of kiss you dream about when you have a crush. Soft, lingering... but it lacked sothing. Sothing important. It felt good, but it didn’t set on fire.
Kane’s kiss, though?
Even in his rage, in his infuriating arrogance, there was sothing electric. Sothing undeniable. And it pissed off. Why did it have to be him? Why did I have to be mated to an arrogant, controlling alpha like Kane?
And then there was Dean.
I never expected him to invade my mind again.
At first, I thought it was Kane, but Dean quickly assured it was him.
Dean and I were never really close before I ran away, and yet... the way he looked at tugged at sothing deep inside.
Or maybe it was just this silly dreamlike state he had pulled into?
But he didn’t yell at like Kane.
He didn’t try to hold against my will like Ace.
So I found it unfair to dump all my frustration on him.
Instead, we talked. He asked how I was doing—sothing Kane never fucking bothered to do. And then, after a while, his eyes dropped to my lips.
He hesitated before asking, "Can I kiss you?"
And just like that, I was already sold.
Maybe it was the way he had actually cared. Maybe it was the gentle way he spoke to . Maybe it was the way his presence didn’t feel like a cage. Or maybe...
Maybe it was sothing deeper.
A pull. A longing.
And I nodded.
I didn’t expect it to go further than a simple kiss. But the mont his lips touched mine, sothing changed.
One second, I was just responding—the next, I was lting into him.
It wasn’t just a kiss. It was passion. Need.
And as I wrapped my arms around him, my body pressing closer, I realized—
The spark was there.
And I wanted more.
Fuck, I needed more.
It wasn’t just a kiss anymore—it was a craving. A longing. A hunger that coiled deep in my belly, growing stronger with every second.
I could bla my wolf for this. Her emotions were bleeding into , clouding my judgnt, making want things I shouldn’t.
But hell—I was already too deep.
Dean’s arms moved, his hands slipping beneath the slick, short nightgown he had envisioned for . And fuck—it felt like I was riding on Aphrodite herself.
His touch was intoxicating.
Caressing. Squeezing. Exploring.
Everywhere he touched, it felt like he was unraveling , pulling further into the madness.
My skin burned, my breath hitched, and my body arched instinctively, seeking more of him. I had no control over myself anymore.
And that should have scared .
But instead—
It only made want him more.
Fuck.
Heat pooled between my legs, an ache so deep it made wonder what my real body was doing.
Dean’s lips tugged at my lower lip, sucking, biting—teasing , driving insane.
A moan escaped before I could stop it.
His tongue slipped in, just a little—just enough to make crave more.
Fuck, I needed friction. Desperately.
I started grinding against him, seeking relief from the unbearable need building inside .
Dean chuckled darkly.
"If only this was real," he murmured, his voice thick with heat.
"If it was, I’d make sure you felt with every step you took after we were done."
His words sent a delicious shiver through , making my stomach clench with anticipation. I wanted it.
And then—
I woke up.
Shit. Shit. SHIT.
Gasping, I shot up, my body still pulsing with need. My thighs clenched involuntarily.
Dean was gone. It wasn’t real.
But fuck—the fire in my body was.
And worse? I needed release.
Why the hell did I open my stupid eyes?!
The frustration clawed at , the aching need still pulsing through my body, making my skin feel too tight, too hot. I was on fire, and there was no one to put it out.
I groaned in frustration, my hands clutching the sheets as I squeezed my thighs together. Fuck.
I needed relief. Desperately.
And I did what any sane, sexually frustrated woman would do—I grabbed the nearest pillow, stuffed it between my legs, and humped it.
Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift back, let the fantasy take over.
No, it wasn’t a stupid pillow I was grinding against but in my imagination It was Dean.
I pictured his hands gripping my hips, his rough, possessive touch guiding my movents. His deep growl in my ear, telling how much he wanted . How much he needed .
"Fuck, Elena," I imagined him groaning, his voice thick with lust. "You’re mine."
A sharp gasp left my lips as my body clenched, chasing the high I was so close to reaching. My hips moved faster, grinding down harder, desperate to—
BANG!
I snapped my eyes open, heart hamring in my chest.
Soone was outside my door.
Shit.
And then the door opened before i could scrambled up.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The mont the door swung open, my body went rigid, my breath caught in my throat. And then my eyes t his—Ace.
I froze mid-motion, my hands still clutching the pillow between my legs, my thighs still squeezing around it. The heat in my body hadn’t even settled, and now—now, he was here, watching like a predator that just caught his prey doing sothing sinful.
His smirk deepened as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
Oh, hell no.
I scrambled to sit up, my face burning as I yanked the pillow away, but it was too fucking late. He had already caught the scent of my arousal, and when he opened his eyes again—they were pitch black.
His voice was dark, husky, taunting.
"Your arousal is alluring."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I clenched my thighs together instinctively, my body betraying as a new wave of heat surged through from just the way he looked at . Like he wanted to devour whole.
"Shut up," I snapped, throwing the pillow at him, but he caught it effortlessly, his smirk only widening.
"Oh, little pet, why are you so flustered?" he teased, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
That simple action—the quiet click of the door shutting—made my stomach drop.
"Ace," I warned, my voice a mix of frustration and sothing I refused to na.
He tossed the pillow aside, his black eyes raking over slowly. Too slowly. Like he was savoring the mont, the way my chest was still rising and falling too fast, the way my body was still humming with unsatisfied need.
"You were thinking about , weren’t you?" He took a step forward, and my breath hitched.
"Nope I was fantasizing about my mate the one you are keeping away from." I said scooting away from him. He was too full of himself if he thought he was that good of a kisser that I had fantasize him in my head to the point of mustarbeting.
Ace cursed under his breath, his jaw tightening as his black eyes flickered back to their usual dark brown. Good. I had hit a nerve.
He scoffed, shaking his head as if trying to shake off whatever wicked thoughts had been running through his mind just monts ago. "Your mate?" he repeated, his tone sharp, mocking. "You an the sa mate who let you run right into my arms? The sa mate who still hasn’t found you?"
I clenched my fists, scooting farther away from him on the bed. "That’s none of your business," I bit back. "The only reason I’m even here is because of your stupid tricks. If it weren’t for your magic trap, I’d already be with him!"
Ace tilted his head slightly, his smirk returning—a dangerous, knowing smirk. "Is that so?" He took another step forward, closing the distance I had just created. "Then tell , little wolf, if I’m keeping you from him... why do I sll you so damn sweet?"
My breath hitched. Fuck.
The scent of my arousal still lingered in the air, and we both knew it. My body betrayed in the worst way possible. I could feel the heat crawling up my neck, the sha bubbling in my stomach.
I crossed my arms, glaring at him. "You’re disgusting."
Ace chuckled darkly. "I’m just observant." He leaned down, his hands resting on either side of , caging in. "You can keep lying to yourself, but your body doesn’t lie, Elena." His breath ghosted over my lips. "Tell ... when you were grinding against that pillow, whose na were you moaning?"
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I shoved at his chest, trying to push him away, but the bastard was solid—unmoving.
"Get off ," I growled.
His smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened. "As you wish, little pet," he murmured, pushing himself back. But before he fully retreated, he grabbed my chin between his fingers, forcing to look at him.
"You owe two kiss, rember?" His thumb brushed over my lower lip, making my breath hitch again.
I hated that my body reacted to his touch. Hated how my skin tingled under his fingers.
"Sleep tight, little pet," he whispered, his lips curling into a smirk before he finally pulled away, leaving sitting there, heart racing, body burning, and utterly furious.
ACE POV:
The mont she said it—the mont she threw that fucking word in my face—I felt sothing inside snap.
Mate.
Not . Him.
Kane.
My jaw clenched, and I felt my control slip for a second. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I forced myself to breathe. To not lose my shit.
I had been so sure she had been thinking about . So sure it was she was craving.
But no.
She was fantasizing about him. While I was the one keeping her away from him.
My wolf growled inside , dark and possessive, demanding that I correct that. That I show her she didn’t need to think about that bastard.
My eyes flicked back to her, now scooting away from , as if putting a few more inches between us would change anything.
Like she wasn’t still flushed from whatever she had been doing before I walked in.
Like I couldn’t still sll her arousal thick in the air.
Fuck.
I exhaled sharply, forcing my body to calm the hell down. This wasn’t how I wanted it.
And then I cursed under my breath, because I knew exactly what I wanted.
I wanted her to want . To crave .
Not because I was keeping her from her mate. But because I was better.
Because she chose over him.
I ran a hand through my hair, stepping back. "Go to sleep, little pet." My voice was tight, controlled. Barely.
She watched cautiously, as if she expected to pounce on her any second. As if she didn’t just land a direct hit to my fucking ego.
I smirked, but there was no humor in it. "And next ti you decide to touch yourself while thinking of another man—" I leaned in slightly, dropping my voice just low enough to make her shiver, "—try not to moan so loud. I might start thinking you want to hear."
Her lips parted, a mix of shock and outrage flashing across her face.
I didn’t give her the chance to respond.
I turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind .
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