Alpha's Dark Desires Chapter 62: Raw Passion

Elena POV:

Looking at his face was my worst mistake.

Those eyes—dark, dangerous, and full of promises—pulled into a place I couldn’t escape. A place where passion reigned, where he whispered promises of things I’d never experienced but desperately craved. And then he touched .

Goddess, his touch. It was gentle, almost reverent, but the fire it ignited in was anything but. His fingers brushed against my skin, and it was like he was spreading molten desire throughout my body. My wolf, already teetering on the edge of sanity, was pushing her horniness onto in waves.

Yep. I was a goner. A lost cause. A burning train wreck hurtling toward a cliff, and the brakes were nowhere to be found. I was going to regret this when I was sober because now?

Now, I was definitely not sober.

His scent—rich, potent, laced with the heady pull of desire—wrapped around like a net, his alpha aura dragging closer to the edge of reason. It called to every primal part of , beckoning to give myself away. And on top of it all, my traitorous wolf was practically begging to submit, screaming in my head about how we were made for him.

"Why don’t I show you just how much you’re mine," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice raw and dripping with seductive promise. "As much as I am yours."

Damn. That voice. The sexiness in it was like a battering ram against the already weak wall of my self-control.

And then he bit my earlobe, soft but possessive, sending a shiver down my spine that made my knees tremble. That was it. The final nail in my coffin.

I was sold.

When his lips claid mine, all coherent thought evaporated. A wildfire of desire erupted inside , spreading fast and consuming everything in its path. His lips were firm, commanding, yet they moved against mine with a sensuality that was impossible to resist.

I bla myself for staying celibate all this ti. Maybe if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been this far gone, this... needy. But then again, I also bla the Moon Goddess for giving a mate this damn sexy. A mate with a voice that could seduce the very stars out of the sky and eyes that could bring even the strongest to their knees.

He whispered against my lips, his voice low and sinful, painting vivid pictures in my mind of how much he wanted and exactly what he was going to do to show . Dirty, seductive words that shattered the last pieces of my restraint.

His hands found my waist, pulling closer, so close that I could feel the solid heat of his body against mine. And my wolf, that horny little traitor, chanted, Yes, yes, yes, like a mantra.

There was no saving now. Kane had completely, utterly, irrevocably lost.

The kiss.

Goddess, the kiss.

This was only my second kiss, but damn, I didn’t think I could ever get used to sothing like this. It was overwhelming—an electric storm of sensations that left breathless. For a brief, blissful mont, I chose to forget why I was running from him, why I hated him, why I wanted to get away.

Right now, I wanted to pretend. Pretend that we were just... mates. No complications, no betrayals, no anger—just the pull of the bond.

I knew Kane wasn’t entirely himself, that his wolf was partially in control, his rational mind clouded by the drug coursing through his veins. But the heat, the passion, the sheer power of his touch made surrender. I gave in to the whirlwind of desire, letting it sweep off my feet, letting it consu .

When he bit my lower lip, a sharp yet teasing nip, it sent a shiver down my spine. I gasped, and that’s exactly what he wanted. His tongue slipped into my mouth, teasing , tasting , exploring . He was in control, and the way he moved made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

He reached for my hands, guiding them up and around his neck. The movent brought us closer—so close that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes to keep up with him. My body pressed against his, my breasts crushed against the hard planes of his chest.

And then I felt it.

The solid, unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against . A wave of heat coursed through , pooling low in my stomach. My cheeks burned, but my body betrayed , responding to him in ways I couldn’t control.

His hands—oh, his hands. They moved so slowly, deliberate and confident, as they slid from my waist down to the curve of my hips, then further still, settling on my ass. When he squeezed, firm and possessive, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.

His mouth swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss as if he couldn’t get enough of .

I was on fire.

Every nerve in my body was lit up, every part of hyperaware of his touch, his scent, his dominance. I didn’t know where I ended and he began. The mate bond was a force of nature, and right now, it was a force I couldn’t fight.

And goddess help ... I didn’t want to.

Kane continued to kiss , his tongue teasing mine in a dance that left breathless. He’d slip in just enough to taste , then retreat to nip and suck on my lower lip, igniting every nerve ending in my body. His hands, those large, confident hands, road my body with purpose, squeezing and caressing my ass as if he was claiming every inch of .

And then he started to grind into .

Oh, goddess.

The slow, deliberate roll of his hips sent a spark shooting straight through . I could feel the hard, unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing into my lower stomach, and it drove insane. His movents weren’t rushed—no, they were calculated, intentional, designed to set on fire.

I was so lost in this feeling, in him. Every part of was consud by the mont, by the overwhelming heat and the electric connection between us. My body reacted on instinct, pressing closer, eting his grinding with my own subtle movents, seeking more friction, more of him.

And I was so ready.

So ready that the slick heat pooling between my thighs was undeniable. I could feel it, the dampness soaking through my panties, evidence of just how much he affected . My legs trembled slightly under the weight of my desire, but his hands on my hips and ass kept steady, grounding even as he drove to the brink of madness.

"Kane..." I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice, thick with need.

His response was another deep growl, primal and possessive, as he pulled even closer, grinding harder against . My core ached with a need I’d never experienced before, and every touch, every movent of his body against mine only made it worse.

I knew I should stop this—he wasn’t in his right mind, and neither was I. But gods, it felt so good, so right, that the thought of pulling away was impossible. I was drowning in him, and for the first ti, I didn’t want to be saved.

Kane growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through my body as he grabbed one of my legs and hooked it around his waist. The shift in position brought even closer to him, exposing my most sensitive center to the hard length of his bulge pressing against .

Damn.

The sensation was overwhelming. The heat radiating from him, combined with the deliberate grind of his hips, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through . I clung to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he pressed against the door, each movent of his body driving further into the haze of desire.

My body responded with abandon, my juices flowing freely, soaking through my already drenched panties at an alarming rate. The friction, the pressure—everything about this mont was pure fire. I could feel every inch of him through the thin layers of fabric that still separated us, and it was driving insane.

"Kane..." I moaned, my voice trembling with need as he shifted slightly, grinding against with more purpose. The way he moved, the way his hands gripped my ass and his lips trailed along my jawline—it all left spiraling out of control.

"Mine," he growled again, his voice low and dangerous, but laced with sothing almost tender. His teeth grazed my neck, sending another jolt of heat straight to my core.

I could barely think, let alone resist. My body was completely at his rcy, every nerve alight with need, every instinct screaming for to surrender.

Kane’s grinding against my core was maddening, even with the barrier of clothes between us. The pressure, the friction—it was almost unbearable. My body felt hypersensitive, every nerve lit up like wildfire. The leg hooked around his waist gave him better access, and he used it to his full advantage, his movents slow yet deliberate, each grind pulling a whimper or moan from my lips.

His hand gripping my thigh that was hooked on him sent shivers down my spine, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as if staking his claim. The other hand on my ass squeezed and kneaded, pulling closer into him with every roll of his hips. I clung to him desperately, my arms wrapped around his neck, fingers threading through his hair for so semblance of control—but control was a losing ga.

Each ripple of pleasure had tugging on his hair, which only seed to spur him on further. His breaths were ragged against my neck, his lips brushing hot trails along my skin, and I could feel the low growl building in his chest vibrating through .

"Fuck, Kane," I moaned, my voice shaky and unrecognizable. I was losing myself, and I didn’t care. I wanted more. No, I needed more.

The heat of his body against mine wasn’t enough—I wanted to feel his bare skin, his strength, his everything. "Take it off," I whispered, almost pleading, my fingers tugging at the back of his shirt. The intensity in his dark, lust-filled eyes burned into as he pulled back just enough to look at .

He grinned wickedly, his wolf had definitely taken over or was it the drugs, he leaned in and whispered, "Anything for you."