Ace’s POV
I linked soone to clean up the hallway, not sparing the dead guard another glance as I hoisted Elena into my arms. She didn’t protest.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, arms draped lazily over my shoulders, her breath hot against my neck. Still trembling, still needing.
I should’ve been fucking furious. She had kissed another man—right in front of . And worse, she wasn’t even fazed when I put a bullet in his skull.
But instead of guilt or fear, she only looked at with hunger.
Sothing was wrong.
She wasn’t just insatiable—she was possessed by whatever darkness was clawing at her insides.
And yet, despite knowing this, despite feeling the wrongness creeping along my skin, I was still carrying her back to my room.
Because I wanted her. Because I needed to understand what the fuck was happening to her.
I kicked the door open, stepping inside before slamming it shut behind .
She smirked.
That slow, sultry, wicked smirk—like she already knew she had exactly where she wanted.
And fuck , she did.
I tossed her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly against the mattress.
Her dress had ridden up, exposing soft thighs, bare skin—no panties.
She spread her legs slightly, teasing with the sight of her glistening heat. Waiting. Wanting. Daring.
My jaw clenched.
"You’re not even trying to hide it, are you?"
She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Hide what?"
I crawled over her, pinning her wrists above her head. "The fact that you’re fucking different."
She bit her lip, arching her back, pressing her breasts against my chest.
"I thought you liked like this," she purred, rolling her hips up against my still-hard cock.
Fuck.
I squeezed my eyes shut, gritting my teeth as I fought for control.
I needed answers. I needed to know what the fuck was happening to her.
But she was a goddamn temptation.
Her scent was overwhelming—a mix of sweet and sinful, sothing laced with need, laced with darkness.
She was fire and chaos, destruction and desire.
And I was fucking burning.
Her lips brushed against my jaw. "You’re hesitating."
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at . "Because I know this isn’t you."
She laughed.
Not her usual laugh.
No.
This was low, taunting, drenched in seduction.
"Then maybe you don’t know at all."
I cursed under my breath, staring at her—really staring.
Her eyes were wild, but not desperate.
Her body was shaking, but not weak.
And yet, I could feel it—the hunger, the need, the aching void inside her demanding more.
This wasn’t just about pleasure anymore.
This was sothing darker.
And I needed to figure out what the fuck was happening before I lost myself completely.
"When did you start to get this horny?" I questioned, my grip tightening around her wrists.
At first, I thought she was in heat. But no.
A female wolf in heat would be writhing in agony, desperate for relief. Her scent would be enough to drive any unmated male into madness, into a frenzy of need.
But Elena? She wasn’t in pain.
She wasn’t whining or begging like a wolf in heat would.
She was just... insatiable.
And that was the problem.
Her body was reacting like she was in heat—but her scent wasn’t changing.
I narrowed my eyes, studying her.
She smirked, rolling her hips up against again, rubbing against my cock like she didn’t care about anything else.
"Does it matter?" she purred.
Yes.
Yes, it fucking mattered.
Because sothing wasn’t right.
Because I had seen her hungry before—but not like this.
Because this wasn’t normal.
And yet, even knowing that... even feeling the wrongness slithering in the air between us... I still wanted her.
Fuck.
I needed to get my head straight. I needed to figure out what the fuck was going on.
But when she looked up at like that—with those dark, sinful eyes, that teasing smirk, her body arching and pressing against mine like she was made to be fucked—I was losing my grip.
I exhaled sharply, staring her down.
"What the fuck happened to you, Elena?"
She started unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers slow, teasing, sinful. Her nails dragged lightly over my chest, sending shivers down my spine.
I knew where this was going.
I knew I should stop her—push her away, demand answers, figure out what the fuck was wrong with her.
But goddess, it felt too good.
Her touch was a drug, a seduction so deep it tangled around my instincts, pulling under.
My breathing grew heavier as she slid her hands lower, her palm pressing against my abdon before trailing down to the growing bulge in my pants.
Fuck.
I clenched my jaw, but I didn’t move to stop her.
She smirked, knowing she had exactly where she wanted .
Her fingers worked my belt open, the sound of the tal buckle clinking against the silence. She pressed her palm against my cock, massaging, stroking, teasing through the fabric.
And that was it.
I was fucking sold.
Another round couldn’t hurt, right?
I let out a low growl, grabbing her hips and pulling her against , claiming her lips in a rough, punishing kiss.
*******
She was fire. Wild, consuming, and untad.
I should have been questioning what the fuck was happening to her—why she was acting this way. But the mont her fingers started working my buttons open, her touch hot against my chest, I lost all sense of restraint.
Her eyes, dark pools of sothing wicked, locked onto mine as she dragged her nails down my torso, teasing the sharp lines of my muscles. Her lips parted slightly, her breath warm against my skin as she leaned in, her tongue flicking over my collarbone.
"Still resisting?" she murmured, her voice silk-laced with sin.
Fuck. I should.
I should have pushed her away, forced answers from her, done anything but let her take control. But the second she pald my cock through my pants, a sharp groan left my throat, and I knew I was already hers.
She smirked. Knew exactly what she was doing.
With quick, desperate fingers, she undid my belt, yanking it free before working my pants open. My cock was already hard, thick, aching, straining against the fabric. The mont she shoved them down, her eyes dropped, and her tongue flicked over her bottom lip.
"Big," she whispered, her fingers curling around my shaft, stroking slow.
I hissed through my teeth. "You really don’t give a fuck, do you?"
She looked up at , those darkened eyes full of sothing dangerous. "No," she said simply, then licked a slow, deliberate path up my length.
My breath punched out of my lungs. My hands fisted in her hair as she took into her mouth, her lips sealing around as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard.
"Fuck," I growled, my head tipping back for a brief mont before I snapped my gaze down to her. "Goddamn it, Elena—"
She moaned around , the vibration sending a jolt of heat straight to my spine. I clenched my jaw, fighting against the urge to thrust deeper into her mouth, to fuck her throat raw, but fuck, she wasn’t making it easy. Her hands gripped my thighs as she took deeper, her tongue swirling around my tip before dragging down the thick vein along my length.
I yanked her off by her hair, a gasp leaving her swollen lips. She looked up at , chest heaving, pupils blown wide with hunger.
"You’re playing with fire," I warned, my voice dark.
"Then burn ," she whispered.
That was it.
I hauled her up, crashing my lips to hers, swallowing the filthy moan that left her mouth. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her toward the bed, my hands gripping her thighs, squeezing, kneading.
And then I felt it.
Bare skin. No panties.
A growl tore from my chest. "You little fucking—"
I didn’t finish my sentence before I threw her onto the bed, flipping her onto her stomach. She gasped as I grabbed her hips, yanking her ass up, her back arching, exposing the wetness between her thighs.
Dripping. Fucking soaking.
I ran my fingers through her slick heat, groaning as I spread her open. "You wanted this bad, didn’t you?"
She whined, pushing back against my hand, desperate for more friction.
I chuckled darkly. "Desperate little thing."
Then I shoved two fingers deep inside her.
She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as I fucked her with my fingers, slow at first, curling them just right until I felt her walls clamp around . Then I added a third, stretching her, fucking her rough, thrusting in and out as she gasped and moaned, grinding against my hand like a fucking addict.
"That’s it," I murmured, leaning down, my lips brushing her ear. "You take what I give you. Just like that."
She keened, her legs trembling.
I pulled my fingers out, slick with her arousal, and shoved them into her mouth. "Taste yourself."
She moaned around them, sucking greedily, her tongue swirling over my fingers as her hips rolled back, wordlessly begging for more.
I gave her more.
Lining myself up, I thrust into her in one brutal stroke.
She scread, her body jerking, her back bowing as I filled her completely, stretching her wide.
"Fuck," I snarled. "Tight little pussy."
Her nails clawed at the sheets as I pulled back, only to slam into her again, harder this ti. She choked out a moan, shuddering beneath , her body taking everything I gave her.
I didn’t ease up.
I fucked her deep, rough, each thrust driving her higher, making her gasp, cry out, whimper. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding her in place as I pounded into her.
She took it. Craved it.
But no matter how hard I fucked her, she wanted more.
"More," she begged, her voice wrecked. "Harder."
Jesus fucking Christ.
I flipped her onto her back, spreading her wide as I slamd into her again, watching her face twist in pleasure, her lips parting on a silent scream.
I dropped down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, my tongue fucking into her mouth the sa way my cock fucked into her dripping cunt.
Her legs wrapped around , locking tight, dragging deeper.
She was close. I could feel it. The way her walls clenched around , the way her body trembled, the way her breath hitched with every thrust.
I reached between us, rubbing tight circles over her clit, pushing her toward the edge.
She shattered.
Her body seized, her back arching, a sharp, broken scream ripping from her throat as she ca hard, her pussy pulsing around my cock, milking .
I cursed, my body tightening, my release barreling toward like a fucking freight train. With one final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and let go, groaning her na as I spilled inside her.
We stayed like that for a mont, both panting, both wrecked.
But then she stirred.
Lifted her head.
And that fucking look in her eyes...
Still hungry.
Still not fucking satisfied.
I frowned, brushing damp hair from her face. "Elena..."
She smiled lazily, but there was sothing dark in it. "I want more."
My stomach clenched.
Sothing was very, very wrong.
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