Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 237: Don’t Mark Me(ii)

Chapter 237: Don’t Mark Me(ii)
Elena – POV
I don’t know when it stopped being about easing his heat.
Somewhere between his mouth crushing mine, his hands on my hips, and the ragged way he moaned my name — it became something else. Something neither of us dared to name.
I was supposed to be in control.
I climbed onto him telling myself this was charity, duty — a Luna easing her Alpha’s heat.
But the second his hands found my skin, it all fell apart.
He looked at me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
Gods, that look wrecked me more than anything else.
And then there was the way his cock filled me — stretching, claiming, dragging pleasure up my spine until my head felt too heavy to hold up.
Every roll of my hips made him groan, low and raw, and every sound he gave me was a victory. His hands were everywhere: gripping my thighs, then my ass, then cupping my breasts like he couldn’t decide which part of me he wanted more.
My wolf rose inside me, baring her teeth in desire.
She didn’t care about pride. She didn’t care that he’d nearly been with those witches, or that I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t let this mean anything.
She just wanted our mate.
And gods help me, so did I.
The water rocked around us, splashing over the edge of the tub, but I barely noticed. His cock throbbed inside me, thick and hot, hitting so deep I felt like I might break apart. And the more I rode him, the more I felt him change beneath me — his breathing ragged, his chest vibrating with low growls that made something deep in me quiver.
For a terrifying, breathless second, I thought he might mark me.
His mouth brushed my neck, lips parting, breath hot where my pulse beat fastest.
Panic clawed through the haze.
No. Not yet.
"Don’t mark me," I whispered, voice shaking but sure.
I felt him freeze under me. His whole body went rigid, like he was holding back something monstrous.
For a heartbeat, I saw it in his eyes — that black, fathomless fury. A rage I couldn’t name. And then it was gone, replaced by something harder. Darker.
His hands tightened on my hips, bruising.
"You don’t want the mark?" he rasped, voice low and dangerous. "Then feel everything else I can give you."
Before I could react, I was on my back, water rushing over the sides as he flipped me. His cock drove back inside me in one brutal, punishing thrust that stole the breath from my lungs. My fingers scrabbled at the porcelain, water sloshing around us, and a scream ripped out of me before I could stop it.
He was everywhere. In me, around me, crushing me with his presence.
"Damon—" His name tore out of me, ragged.
"Mine," he snarled in my ear, voice like thunder in a storm. "Even if you won’t say it."
I tried to answer, but all that came out was a broken gasp as he pounded into me. My walls squeezed around him, slick heat building in my belly, my thighs trembling uncontrollably.
And gods, it felt so fucking good.
I hated that it felt this good.
Because every savage thrust reminded me of what I’d denied him.
Of what I was still denying him.
His hand found my ass and landed a sharp, wet smack. I jolted forward, pleasure lancing up my spine so sharp it made me sob. And when he did it again — harder this time — my cunt clenched so tightly around him I thought I might black out.
"You like that, don’t you?" he rasped, breath hot against my ear. "You want to be punished for denying your mate."
His words lit something shameful and molten inside me. My wolf howled in delight, clawing to the surface, wanting to submit. To give in.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, refusing to say what he wanted to hear.
He slammed deeper, the head of his cock brushing that perfect spot inside me that made my vision go white. My legs shook, my nails dug crescents into his shoulders, and my breath turned to broken whimpers.
"Say it," he growled, voice raw. "Say you’re mine."
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
He saw my stubbornness and answered with fury. His pace turned brutal, each thrust sending shockwaves through me, water splashing up over my breasts, dripping from my hair into my mouth. My body couldn’t keep up — I was falling apart under him.
His hand slid between us, thumb brushing my clit once, twice—
And I shattered.
My back arched, a strangled scream tearing from my lips as heat exploded through me, every muscle locking tight, walls clamping down around his cock like a velvet fist.
He buried himself as deep as he could go, hips jerking, and his own climax hit him like a tidal wave. I felt him pulsing inside me, hot and endless, his breath ragged against my throat.
For a moment, everything was still except the sound of our ragged breathing and water lapping gently around us.
But even as I lay there, spent and trembling, guilt twisted in my chest.
Because it wasn’t supposed to mean anything.
I’d told myself it wouldn’t.
Yet the way he looked at me after — fierce and raw, like I was everything — made something deep in my chest ache.
I couldn’t look at him.
Couldn’t let him see what this was doing to me.
I felt his hands on my waist, gentler now, his thumb brushing over bruised skin like an apology he couldn’t speak.
"I haven’t forgiven you," I rasped, voice hoarse.
"I know," he whispered back.
But his cock was still inside me, thick and pulsing. His scent — that intoxicating, maddening scent of mate in heat — curled around me like smoke. And gods help me, my wolf still wanted more.
Even with my thighs trembling, even as soreness bloomed between my legs, a part of me whispered: again.
But I bit it back.
Because if I let it happen again, I wouldn’t have the strength to keep saying no.
I wouldn’t have the strength to keep my heart safe.
His hand brushed my jaw, tipping my face to his. His eyes — swirling silver and gold, pupils blown wide — burned into mine. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d beg. Thought he’d ask again to mark me.
But he didn’t.
And maybe that hurt worst of all.
I swallowed, chest tight. "This... doesn’t mean anything," I whispered, even though the words tasted like a lie.
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer.
And even as I pulled away, slipping off his lap, I felt emptier than before.
Because every part of me — body, wolf, soul — already knew the truth.
It meant everything.
And denying it didn’t make it less real.