Dean’s POV
The walk back to the cottage was silent. Not the comfortable kind of silence, but the heavy, suffocating kind that ca when both of us knew exactly what was at stake and neither wanted to say it out loud.
Kane walked beside , his posture tense, his mind clearly running a thousand miles an hour. I wasn’t any better. The witches had left us with a choice that wasn’t really a choice at all—either Kane overwheld the darkness inside Elena, or he ended up like Ace. Dead. And if he succeeded, I had to absorb it, knowing it would end .
A fucking death sentence, wrapped up in so poetic witchcraft bullshit.
But what other choice did we have?
Elena was running out of ti.
And the longer she stayed like this, the more we risked her being completely consud by whatever dark voodoo had taken root inside her.
The sound of our boots crunching against the dirt path was the only noise between us. The air was thick with tension, an eerie stillness settling over the forest as the sun had long since disappeared, leaving only the silver glow of the moon.
Then Kane spoke, his voice low. "Do you think she’ll survive it?"
I didn’t answer right away.
Because I didn’t know.
I wanted to say yes. Wanted to tell him that Elena was strong enough to co out of this alive, that she’d fight, that we’d find a way to keep her here.
But that would be a lie.
And Kane didn’t need a lie.
So instead, I sighed. "She has to."
Because the alternative?
Losing her?
Not fucking happening.
Kane clenched his jaw. "We shouldn’t have left her alone."
"We didn’t have a choice," I reminded him. "We needed answers."
He let out a bitter chuckle. "Yeah, well, now we have them, and they’re absolute shit."
Couldn’t argue with that.
As the cottage ca into view, a feeling of unease curled in my gut.
Sothing was off.
The mont we stepped closer, Kane stiffened beside , his nose flaring. "Sothing’s—"
Then we heard it.
A low, breathy moan.
A woman’s moan.
Elena.
Kane’s eyes turned sharp as he lunged forward, throwing the door open without hesitation.
And what we found inside...
Fucking hell.
Stella was on the bed, completely naked, her legs spread wide, and straddling her, just as equally bare, was Elena.
Their bodies were pressed together, grinding against each other, their moans mixing in a sinful, erotic lody.
Elena’s black eyes flickered toward us, but there was no sha, no hesitation. Only hunger.
A cruel, knowing smirk played on her lips as she ran her hands down Stella’s trembling body, nails dragging down flushed skin.
"Boys," she purred. "You’re back."
Kane growled, his entire body vibrating with fury. "What the actual fuck is going on?"
Elena let out a breathy sigh, rolling her hips against Stella’s, making the woman whimper. "You left alone," she accused, her voice laced with sothing dark, sothing unnatural. "I needed sothing to do."
"Sothing to do?" Kane snapped, his golden eyes glowing dangerously.
I didn’t speak.
I couldn’t.
I was too busy staring.
At her.
At them.
Because even though I knew this wasn’t truly her, even though I knew this was the darkness inside of her twisting her, turning her into sothing insatiable...
Fuck.
She was temptation itself.
And she fucking knew it.
Elena shifted, slowly, deliberately, her gaze locked on mine as she leaned down, licking a slow, teasing line along Stella’s neck before biting down—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark.
Kane lost it.
His growl shook the walls, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Get the fuck off her."
Elena laughed. A sweet, wicked sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Why?" she asked, tilting her head. "Jealous?"
Kane took a step forward, but I threw an arm out, stopping him. Not yet.
We had to play this carefully.
"She’s not yours to play with," I said instead, my voice low, dangerous. "And you know it."
Elena humd. "No, she’s not." She shifted again, her hips rolling against Stella’s in a way that made the poor woman gasp. "But she’s so eager, so easy to mold. Like a doll."
Stella whimpered beneath her, her body betraying her even as tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
She wasn’t in control.
She was under Elena’s spell.
Fuck.
"Elena," I said carefully, stepping closer. "You don’t want this."
She arched a brow. "Don’t I?"
"No," I said firmly. "This isn’t you."
Sothing flickered in her eyes. A brief hesitation. A sliver of sothing... real.
But then, just as quickly, it was gone.
She licked her lips, her nails dragging down Stella’s trembling thighs. "You should join us," she whispered, her voice like silk. "I know you want to."
My throat tightened.
She was playing a dangerous ga.
And Kane?
He wasn’t playing.
With a sudden, snarling growl, he moved.
Fast.
One second he was standing beside , the next, he was ripping Elena off of Stella, tossing her onto the bed with enough force to make the mattress groan.
She hissed, eyes flashing. "Kane—"
"Enough," he snarled.
Stella scrambled off the bed, panting, her hands shaking as she clutched the sheets to her chest.
Elena sat up slowly, tilting her head, her black eyes gleaming. "You’re no fun."
Kane was breathing hard, his fists still clenched at his sides.
I took a step forward, keeping my voice calm, asured. "We’re done playing, Elena."
She pouted, running her tongue along her lips. "That’s a sha."
I exhaled. "We found a way to help you."
Her expression didn’t change. "Oh?"
"It’s risky," I admitted. "But it’ll work."
Her smirk widened. "And let guess. It involves fucking ?"
I didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to.
She knew.
And from the way her eyes darkened, from the way she sighed in pleasure, she was looking forward to it.
But she had no fucking clue what this ant for and Kane.
That one of us—maybe both—wouldn’t survive it.
And as she laid back on the bed, spreading her legs, her voice dropping to a purr, I felt the weight of what was coming next settle deep in my chest.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
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