Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 236: Don’t Mark Me

Chapter 236: Don’t Mark Me
Elena – POV
Gods.
He tore into me like I was made for him—like this was something the universe had written in blood and fire long before we ever met. For a heartbeat, it was like losing my virginity again. My body split apart and reformed around him. I gasped, not from pain, but from how
deeply
I felt him—how completely.
He gripped my ass, lifting me effortlessly, only to slam me back down with such force that water sloshed over the edge of the tub. My scream echoed through the bathroom, raw and unfiltered. My breasts bounced against his chest, slick skin sliding against slick skin, every inch of contact sparking fire under my skin.
Again. Again. Again.
He set a punishing rhythm, dragging pleasure out of me like it was his right. And maybe it was. I was his mate. His equal. His torment. His temptation.
But then, just when I thought I’d drown in the overwhelming power of him, he eased—his grip loosened, his strength held back—and he gave me control. A wordless offering.
You lead.
I didn’t hesitate.
I moved.
Riding him, bracing my palms on his shoulders, I let the rhythm become mine. His hands came up—rough, reverent—cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples, fingers gripping like he could brand me by touch alone.
"You’re mine," he rasped, voice broken with need.
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because if I opened my mouth, I might say
yes.
And this didn’t mean anything... right?
Except it felt like
everything.
Damon – POV
Fuck.
She moved over me like a starved goddess, like her soul had been clawing through lifetimes just to find mine and devour it. Every grind of her hips, every breathless moan that escaped her lips—it unmade me.
My hands gripped her waist, not to control, but to anchor myself. Because if I let go, I’d lose whatever was left of me to the storm of her.
And gods, she was a storm.
"This," Hades breathed inside me, voice like velvet and smoke, "it’s been
ages
since I felt something like this."
I felt him surge through me, rising like a tide I couldn’t stop. The line between where I ended and where he began blurred with every second. It wasn’t just lust—it was divinity clawing its way to the surface, craving, needing,
claiming.
Her body rolled against mine, her hands buried in my hair, her breath hot on my lips—and I swore I could feel her soul pressed against mine.
She was awakening me.
No—not just me.
Us.
Vampire. Wolf. God.
Three beasts, one body. And
she
was the match.
A growl tore out of my throat before I could stop it, deep and guttural, not entirely mine. My claws dug into the edge of the tub. My eyes flickered—silver, gold, obsidian—and I could feel Hades smiling behind them.
"You feel it, don’t you?" he whispered, purring in my skull. "She’s not just your mate. She’s your catalyst. Your queen."
My queen.
My undoing.
She arched against me, and I damn near lost the last thread of control I had.
If she knew what she was waking inside me, maybe she’d run.
Or maybe... she’d rule beside me.
She rode me like a starved succubus, every roll of her hips dragging me deeper into some sweet, punishing madness. Water sloshed violently around us, her thighs tight around my hips, her soaked skin glistening under the bathroom lights like she’d been carved by lust itself. Her breasts bounced with every grind, her head tossed back, hair clinging to her flushed skin, mouth parted in breathless gasps that fed the wildfire burning inside me.
Fuck, I was losing it.
My hands found her hips, holding her steady as I thrust up to meet her rhythm, the slap of skin against skin echoing between us. She moaned loud enough to wake the dead, her nails raking across my chest, and I wanted more. Needed more.
"This..." I growled through gritted teeth, "...is what you do to me."
Her walls clamped down around me, and I swore I blacked out for a second. Gods, she was everything. She was the ache and the cure. The pain and the pleasure.
And Hades—lurking deep inside me—was stirring, purring in approval.
"She’s ours,"
the voice rumbled.
"Take her. Mark her. Brand her from the inside out."
His hunger wasn’t just mine anymore. It fused with the supernatural heat flooding my veins, wild and all-consuming. Every nerve in my body screamed to take her, to complete the bond, to sink my fangs into that soft spot where her shoulder met her neck and lock her to me for eternity.
I leaned forward, lips grazing her damp skin, and she shivered. My hands slid from her hips to her ass, gripping, kneading, encouraging her to keep moving while I angled her just right—hitting her deeper, harder.
She was close. I felt it in the way her rhythm faltered. In the breathy gasps turning into desperate, broken moans.
Now,
Hades hissed.
Now—mark her. Bury your teeth. Let her feel what it means to belong to us.
My fangs ached. My beast clawed forward.
I leaned in, grazing my lips over her neck, tongue brushing the skin that pulsed with her heartbeat.
I was going to do it. I was going to mark her—
"No." Her voice cut through me like ice water, sharp and breathless. "Don’t mark me."
She shoved at my shoulder, and I froze.
My entire body snapped tight.
Every fiber of my being recoiled, not from her rejection, but from the
denial
—from the unfinished bond. I saw the panic in her eyes. Not fear. Defiance. She
knew
what that mark meant. What it would make her. Mine. Permanently.
And she wasn’t ready to give that up.
Fine.
Fucking fine.
If she wouldn’t let me mark her... then I’d make sure her body never forgot who I was.
"You don’t want the mark?" I growled, voice low and dark, grabbing her hips with a bruising grip. "Then feel everything else I
can
give you."
Before she could blink, I flipped her onto her back—water splashing over the rim of the tub. Her breath caught, wide eyes meeting mine just before I plunged back into her in one savage thrust that made her cry out and cling to the sides of the tub.
Her rejection had ignited something ruthless in me. Not just the heat. Not just Hades. This was
me
—Damon. Angry. Possessive. Denied.
I gripped her hips and drove into her, over and over again, harder, deeper, faster. Punishing her with pleasure. Worshiping and punishing all at once.
"You won’t let me mark you?" I growled in her ear, each word punctuated with a thrust that had her arching. "Then you’ll remember me this way. Every step you take tomorrow, you’ll feel
this
."
She cried out again, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, and gods, I wasn’t done.
One hand found her ass, gripping tight before delivering a sharp, wet
smack
. Her body jerked under me, her walls clenching so tightly I nearly came on the spot.
"Mine," I whispered darkly, spanking her again, "even if you won’t say it."
Her breath hitched—equal parts pleasure and fury—and with every swat of my palm, her slick heat gripped me tighter.
"Damon," she moaned, voice breaking.
I leaned in, teeth grazing her earlobe, "Say you’re mine."
She didn’t respond.
So I fucked her harder.
My grip on her hips tightened, and I thrust up, hard enough to lift her off the water, hard enough to make her
scream
. My cock drove deep, slamming into her until the air turned electric.
She gasped, clawing at my shoulders, but I didn’t slow. I
punished
her with every thrust. My pace turned brutal, relentless, water splashing like waves crashing against the tub walls.
If she wouldn’t let me mark her, I’d make sure she felt me for days.
Her ass bounced off my thighs, skin-to-skin smacks mixing with moans. I brought my hand down in a hard
spank
.
She yelped.
Good.
Her hands flew to my shoulders, nails digging in, but she still didn’t give me the satisfaction of those words. Fine. Let her be stubborn. I’d just keep wrecking her until the only thing she could think of was my name.
Her thighs trembled. Her moans turned desperate. She was close again.
I licked a trail up her throat, my voice low and breathless, "You’re going to come on my cock, little Luna. And when you do, remember—I could’ve marked you. I
should’ve
marked you."
"Maybe if I spank that attitude out of you, you’ll stop running from what’s fucking inevitable," I hissed through clenched teeth.
Her inner walls tightened around me like a vice, making me groan out loud. She was getting
wetter
from it.
"You like that, don’t you?" I growled, landing another smack on her ass, watching her skin flush pink under my palm. "You want to be punished for denying your mate."
She whimpered, her hips bucking faster, chasing her own release even as I took control.
My fingers dug into her thighs as I slammed into her, again and again, her moans spiraling into cries of pleasure that shook me to my fucking core. Her head dropped against my shoulder, trembling, lost in the chaos between us.
My other hand snaked between us and found her clit. One rub. Two.
She didn’t answer.
But her body did.
She shattered beneath me—her scream echoing against the tile, back arching like a bow as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.
And I wasn’t far behind.
With a growl that shook from deep within my chest, I slammed in one last time, hips jerking as I spilled into her—every muscle taut, every breath stolen.
We stayed like that for a long moment.
Water lapping at our bodies.
Our breathing ragged.
Her skin against mine.
Her scent, her warmth, her defiance—all of it
mine.
And yet...
She still hadn’t let me mark her.
Yet.