Alpha's Dark Desires

Chapter 26: Punishing Little Mate

Elena’s POV:

Okay, I admit it—I didn’t actually mean it when I threatened him with rejection. I was just... mad. And we all know that when we’re mad, stupid things fly out of our mouths. But Kane? He took it like I’d slapped him across the face, which was definitely not what I’d planned.

Honestly, who did he think he was, calling me childish just because I tried to get away? Like it’s unreasonable to want to avoid the company of an insufferable, overbearing alpha who thinks he can boss me around just because we’re mates. He’s so full of himself it’s a miracle his ego fits in the same room. The nerve!

But the look in his eyes... damn, I’d touched a nerve. He was furious, and not the ’slightly annoyed’ kind of furious, but the ’predator ready to pounce’ kind. I should’ve known better than to throw the word rejection around like that, but in the moment, I just wanted to get under his skin as much as he got under mine.

Now, though, as he took slow, measured steps toward me, each one more menacing than the last, I felt a flicker of regret—and something else, something that made my heart hammer in my chest. I couldn’t back away fast enough, and before I knew it, my back was pressed against a tree, the rough bark digging into my skin as he loomed over me, his intense gaze trapping me as effectively as his arms ever could.

I swallowed, the last bit of my bravado fading as I realized just how badly I’d messed up. Kane’s presence was overpowering, his eyes dark, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it held enough weight to pin me to that tree. "Don’t you dare threaten me with rejection again," he growled, his words slow, deliberate, each one vibrating through me like a promise.

A shiver ran down my spine, my instinct to flee clashing with a traitorous thrill that made my stomach flutter. I hated him for making me feel like this, for turning my own body against me with nothing more than a look and a low, dangerous tone.

This was supposed to be my escape, my last stand. Instead, I was the one cornered, caged by his presence, and judging by the heat in his gaze, he was all too aware of it.

I opened my mouth to protest, to say something—anything—that would wipe that smug look off his face, but the words died in my throat as he leaned closer, his lips just inches from mine, his eyes locked on mine, unwavering and dark with intent.

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and as much as I wanted to pretend otherwise, a part of me didn’t want to. A part of me wanted to stay right here, in his line of fire, daring him to make good on whatever punishment he had in mind. But would I survive it?

"I’m going to punish you, little mate," he murmured coldly, his voice a low threat against my ear as he bit down on my earlobe, sending a shockwave through my body. My traitorous wolf, Zena, howled in approval, practically chanting, Finally! Some action! We needed this punishment!

His fingers traced slowly down my jaw, a deliberate, agonizing tease that had my breath hitching. By the time his hand found my chest, squeezing my breast with a rough possessiveness, I was already unraveling. Why on earth had I kept myself so celibate all this time? Suddenly, my past choices seemed laughable, a waste of potential for pleasure that was now building beyond my control.

"You’re mine," he said, his words almost a growl as he pinched my already hardened nipple. A hot shiver raked through me, and I couldn’t think straight—coherent sentences? Not even close. And he wasn’t done. One of his hands slid lower, trailing down to my center, which ached with anticipation. With no barriers beneath his shirt, I was bare and ready, every nerve on high alert.

His other hand left my breast, gliding down to my backside, squeezing, folding and lifting me in a way that had me spiraling. When his fingers finally found their way inside me, I was helpless against the intense pleasure that surged through me, his expert touch sending me right to the edge. His fingers worked incredible magic especially when he curled them making me gasp.

"Don’t enjoy it too much, sweetheart," he warned, his voice laced with mockery. "It’s a punishment." And before I could process it, he pulled his fingers away, leaving me on the edge, frustration coiling inside me like a spring ready to snap.

But he wasn’t done. Before I could protest, he bent me forward, pinning me between his powerful thighs, my head trapped, my hands braced on his legs, completely at his mercy. My bare backside was exposed to him, every inch of my skin alive and vulnerable.

"What the—?" I barely managed to get the words out before he delivered a stinging spank that had me gasping. The impact sent a sharp pang through me, it hurt, a lot, but strangely, it only heightened my arousal. A second and then a third swat followed, each one pushing me closer and closer to the edge of an intense, dark ecstasy.

I was hovering on the brink, my body screaming for release, when he stopped, leaving me panting, skin stinging, and maddeningly unsatisfied. That smug, insufferable man just left me there, trembling with need, my body aching, my mind spinning with frustration.

I had never wanted to kill someone so much in my life. noveldrama

"And now, we continue with the journey," he said with infuriating calm, as if he hadn’t just turned my entire world upside down. His hand clamped around my wrist, firm and unyielding as he started dragging me back toward the car. My legs, still wobbly from that *punishment,* barely kept up, feeling like jelly beneath me. Every step was a mix of soreness and frustration, my mind racing with all the possible ways I could make him pay for this.

Maybe I could slip wolfsbane into his coffee, or train a flock of angry crows to attack him whenever he smirked. Or perhaps I could just let my wolf loose and let her claw him into oblivion.