Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 235: MATING

Elena pov:

My wolf surged, clawing to the surface, howling to ease him. To take him. To let him mark and mate and fill us so deep we’d never forget what he tasted like.

And gods help me—I wanted it too.

So much.

His lips claimed the underside of my jaw as his hand slid down my spine, fingers trailing fire. He didn’t speak, didn’t need to. Every breath, every low growl, every shuddering exhale against my skin screamed what he wanted.

Me.

All of me.

"Damon..." I panted, pressing closer, my hips instinctively seeking friction.

His teeth grazed my throat and I gasped, the hot water sloshing between us. I was half in his lap, soaked, trembling, legs tangled with his.

"I can’t—" His voice cracked, his forehead falling against my shoulder. "I’m trying, Elena. I’m trying not to hurt you."

I should’ve been afraid of that raw, feral edge in his voice. But I wasn’t.

I was melting for it.

"You won’t," I breathed. "I trust you."

The moment those words left my lips, something shifted. Snapped.

He lifted his head—his eyes were pure fire, gold swirling with jet black, pupils blown wide. His wolf and vampire were right there, inches from the surface, fighting for control. And Something else—gods, its was in there too, dark and magnetic and terrifying in his hunger.

And they all wanted me.

He surged forward and kissed me like he was claiming me from the inside out—his tongue, his teeth, the crushing press of his body into mine. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Every nerve was screaming, lit up from the inside.

His hands cupped my thighs and lifted me—just enough to press us together.

And fuck—I felt everything.

The thick length of him throbbing between us, ready, slick with water and wanting. My breath caught as my hips rocked down without permission, chasing more, chasing him.

He growled—gods help me, he growled—like he was barely holding back the beast that wanted to ravage, to mate, to mark.

"Say it," he said, voice wrecked. "Tell me you want me. Tell me I’m not dreaming."

I couldn’t lie to him.

"I want you," I whispered, nails digging into his shoulders. "I want all of you."

His mouth crushed against mine again and his hands fisted in my soaked hair, dragging my head back just enough to trail kisses down my throat, across my collarbone, lower, lower.

I should’ve been the one easing his heat.

But he was wrecking me. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

And if this kept up, I’d forget this was supposed to "mean nothing."

Because right now, it meant everything.

Damon – POV

She moved against me like she’d done it a thousand times. Like her body already knew mine. Like I hadn’t just spent every hour of the day clawing through fire, desperate for this—for her.

And now, here she was. In my arms. Soaked. Trembling. Begging without words.

I growled, low and animal, and it ripped straight from my chest. The heat roared inside me, blinding and brutal, but not half as dangerous as the hunger her scent unleashed. She was everywhere. On my tongue. In my blood. Beneath my skin.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Her soaked tights clung to her like a second skin. My fingers slid over the curve of her ass before I grabbed the center and tore the damn thing in half with a single pull. The fabric ripped like paper, a sound I’d remember forever. Her thighs tensed around me in surprise—but she didn’t stop me. Not even close.

I backed her into the far end of the tub, cold water sloshing violently around us, steam rising in the small space. Her crimson sports bra was next—drenched and molded to her like it was begging me to peel it off with my teeth.

So I did.

My fangs didn’t drop, but they damn near wanted to. I tugged the fabric up, over her head, and tossed it somewhere behind me. I didn’t care. I’d burn the world to the ground if it meant I’d get to see her like this again.

And fuck—she was glorious.

Her chest rose and fell fast, her nipples hardened from the cold and the anticipation. Her eyes burned into mine—equal parts fury and desire.

"You still think this means nothing?" I rasped, brushing my nose against hers.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

The second her hips rolled, chasing friction, my knees nearly buckled. I crushed her tighter against me, my lips stealing hers with a hunger I hadn’t known I was capable of. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I kissed her like I could swallow her whole. Gods, I would if she let me.

One sinful moment, and her body was bared to me.

My mouth crashed down to her chest, my tongue tracing the swell of one perfect breast, then the other. Her moan nearly undid me. Her head dropped back, her wet hair sticking to the tile behind her. She was already trembling in my hands.

"You have no idea," I growled, "how long I’ve dreamed of this."

She whimpered when I pressed against her—my length now freed, hard and throbbing from the moment she’d touched me earlier, standing between us like a weapon forged only for her.

She was soaked in every sense of the word. Slick and pulsing. Her body made for mine.

I rubbed against her folds, slowly, deliberately, not entering—just teasing. Her whole body jerked, her thighs tightening around me.

"Damon, please—" she gasped.

I met her gaze, and for a second, we just stared at each other—both of us too far gone, too consumed, too broken to pretend anymore.

I didn’t say another word.

I surged forward.

Because the second I aligned my hips and thrust into her, I felt it—everything. The gods, the monsters, the beasts inside me all went silent. As if the entire fucking world paused to witness that moment. The moment I entered her and felt what it truly meant to be inside her.