Kane’s POV
I left Dean outside, still lost in thought, his jaw clenched as he wrestled with the impossible choice before us. But I couldn’t afford to stand still any longer. Not when Elena was slipping further away with every passing second.
I stepped into her room, my chest tightening as I took in the sight of her. Weeks. Weeks since I lost her to Ace, and now, even after finding her, I was on the verge of losing her permanently.
And it was my fault.
The weight of that realization sat heavy on my shoulders, pressing down like an unbearable burden. I did this. My darkness infected her, twisted her into sothing unrecognizable. I was supposed to protect her, but instead, I’d condemned her to this insatiable hunger, this endless cycle of pleasure and destruction.
I moved closer to the bed, watching her sleep—if that’s what you could even call it. Her body trembled slightly, as if still chasing sothing beyond reach, her lips parted, soft moans escaping even in unconsciousness. It wasn’t her. Not really. This thing inside her, this manifestation of my own darkness, had sunk its claws into her, warping her, feeding on her.
I clenched my fists, anger and helplessness warring inside .
I had to do sothing.
Even if it killed .
Because no matter what it took, no matter the cost, I wasn’t going to lose Elena. Not again.
Just when I thought she had finally fallen asleep, her eyes snapped open—pools of pitch-black darkness staring right through .
"You’re back," she purred, a wicked smile curling on her lips. "I thought you’d left to pleasure myself..." She tsked, shaking her head in mock disappointnt. "So naughty of you to leave all alone, aching, when I have not one, but two mates to fuck ."
She sat up, her movents slow, deliberate. And fuck—she was still completely naked. Flawless. Temptation made flesh. Her perfect breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples already hard, her scent thick in the air, stirring sothing primal in . My body reacted instantly, betraying . She noticed. Of course, she did.
A knowing smirk tugged at her lips as she lifted her hand, reaching for . I stepped back.
Her expression darkened with frustration, but I held my ground. "I’ll give you what you want," I said, my voice firm. "Under one condition, you let her through so I see her while we are fucking."
Interest flickered in those abyss-like eyes, her head tilting slightly. "So picky," she murmured. "You do know I am her, right?"
"No, you’re not." I exhaled sharply, clenching my fists at my sides. "The body is the sa, but you? You’re not her."
She laughed, a sultry, amused sound that sent chills down my spine.
I didn’t flinch. "Let her through," I demanded. "Let Elena take control—and I’ll fuck her into oblivion. That should still satisfy you, shouldn’t it? After all, you two are the sa... right?"
A flicker. Just for a second. Sothing else—soone else—tried to surface behind those soulless eyes.
But was it really her? Or just another trick?
My breath hitched as Elena sauntered toward , her hips swaying with that sa effortless allure that had always drawn to her. But this wasn’t just Elena anymore. This was sothing darker—sothing twisted and corrupted by the very thing I had failed to control. The mate I had fought to reclaim was slipping further away with every second, and I was the one responsible for it.
She stopped inches from , her black eyes gleaming with wicked amusent. "Say what... you fuck her," she whispered, her fingers trailing down my chest, "but every ti she cos, I take control. If you don’t fuck us..." She arched a brow, tilting her head mockingly. "Well, I guess it’s just you’ll be enjoying for the rest of your existence."
The weight of her words pressed down on like a curse.
This wasn’t just about sex—this was about dominance, about control. About the darkness inside her that was toying with like a predator circling its prey.
"Now," she purred, reaching for , her lips curling into a sultry smile. "Co closer. I’m so horny."
I clenched my fists at my sides, torn between the unbearable need to touch her and the sickening knowledge that every mont of pleasure was feeding the monster lurking beneath her skin. My mate. My responsibility. My greatest failure.
She moved with an intoxicating grace, her black eyes locked onto mine, sharp and knowing. A predator that had caught her prey. She stepped closer, fingers brushing down my chest, undoing the first button of my shirt. My breath hitched as she leaned in, pressing her soft lips to the skin she exposed. A teasing kiss.
I swallowed hard.
"Elena..." My voice was hoarse, filled with sothing desperate and broken, but she didn’t stop. She undid another button, another kiss placed right over my hamring heartbeat.
"I have to make you want ," she purred, voice sultry, dripping with dark seduction. "Can’t have you holding back, Kane. I need all of you."
Her fingers found my belt, unbuckling it with ease, her lips trailing lower. I clenched my fists at my sides, battling the warring instincts inside .
The need to protect her.
The need to stop this.
The need to fucking take her.
She was affecting . Of course, she was. My cock was already straining, my self-control hanging by a thread. She knew it. She could sense it. And she was using it against .
I exhaled sharply, trying to steady myself, trying to remind myself that this wasn’t truly her.
But when she looked up at through those sinful, blackened eyes and whispered, "Let go, Kane."
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.
It was the grin that did it—the wicked, knowing grin that sent a shiver down my spine. And then her eyes changed. They weren’t the soulless, black pits of corruption anymore. No, they were hers. My Elena. My true mate. But they weren’t filled with love, or warmth, or even recognition.
They were filled with lust.
So much fucking lust.
Before I could say a word, her delicate fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking with a slow, torturous grip. My breath hitched, my body stiffened, and my mind scread at to stop this. But I couldn’t move—I was frozen, trapped in her intoxicating pull.
Then, she leaned forward, her soft, warm tongue gliding along my length, sending a violent tremor through .
That was it.
That was the final fucking nail in the coffin.
A strangled groan escaped as my head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming sensation. Every rational thought, every shred of guilt and hesitation, crumbled beneath the unbearable heat that consud .
I was so fucking aroused—to the point of no return.
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