Alpha's Dark Desires

Chapter 33: First Kiss

Elena POV:

"But I still gotta punish you... for the way you made me worry," he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. His eyes darkened, that familiar intensity creeping back, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I hated myself for the way my cheeks flushed, remembering the last time he’d "punished" me. My body betrayed me, heating up at just the memory of his hands on me, his mouth on my neck, the way he’d teased me to the edge and back like he owned me.

"I-I think I’ve been through enough punishment, don’t you?" I stammered, trying to sound defiant, though my voice came out much weaker than I’d intended. I could still feel the ache from the crash, the soreness reminding me that I was in no condition to be his plaything.

But he didn’t back down. Instead, he leaned closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him, his scent—earthy, wild, unmistakably him—filling the air between us. My pulse quickened despite myself, a traitorous response to the intoxicating proximity of him.

"You think I’d let you off that easy?" he murmured, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair from my face. "You scared the hell out of me, Elena. And now... now you’re going to pay for that."

"Pay?" I scoffed, trying to mask my nerves. "I didn’t ask you to worry."

"No," he replied, his gaze raking over me with that raw, unfiltered intensity. "But you’re my mate, Elena. And when you put yourself in danger like that..." His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. "... you’re testing my patience." noveldrama

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. His voice was low, a rumble that sent chills racing over my skin. "You’re insane," I whispered, though my voice barely held any conviction. My body was already betraying me, responding to his presence, that dark, magnetic pull that I seemed powerless to resist.

"Insane?" he echoed with a smirk, his thumb brushing along my jaw. "Maybe. But I know what I want. And I want you safe... even if I have to keep you in line myself."

Before I could protest, he tilted my head up, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was both punishing and possessive, as if he needed to remind me exactly who held the power between us.

His kiss was my first, and damn, if it wasn’t worth every agonizing second of waiting. I’d always envisioned my first kiss as something gentle and romantic—maybe under the rain, maybe somewhere wild and beautiful, where nature was our only witness. A kiss shared with my mate, something that felt tender and pure.

But this? This was no fairytale kiss. This was a kiss that burned, that took me apart piece by piece, a delicious punishment that was as intoxicating as it was overwhelming. His lips moved against mine with a rough intensity, like he was branding me, claiming me in a way that words could never convey. It was all consuming, igniting a fire in me that I’d never felt before, one I hadn’t even known I was capable of feeling.

There was no softness in it, no shy, tentative exploration. It was raw, consuming, and edged with a dark promise that had my pulse racing. His mouth was firm, demanding, as if he needed to prove a point, to leave his mark on me, and damn it—he was succeeding. His lips moved over mine, demanding, and I couldn’t help the way my body melted against him, that spark of defiance flickering under the force of his touch.

The world around us seemed to blur and vanish, leaving only the heat between us, the electrifying pull that made my heart hammer in my chest. His hand cupped the back of my neck, his thumb brushing over my skin, firm but careful, holding me close yet somehow still keeping control. I could feel his need, the possessive energy behind every movement, yet he never forced—only invited, as if daring me to surrender to him fully.

And damn him, because I was.

My own hands found their way to his chest, fisting his shirt as I struggled to keep up, my mind spinning, my senses lost to the sensation. I could barely breathe, each flick of his tongue against mine leaving me dizzy and weak. His scent, that familiar, earthy mix of cedar and smoke, filled my lungs, grounding me even as I felt like I was losing myself completely.

I wanted to hate him. I wanted to push him away and regain the control I always fought to keep. But in that moment, with his lips coaxing mine, every thought of rebellion melted away. All I wanted was more—more of this feeling, more of him. The stubborn walls I’d built up around myself started to crack, and for the first time, I allowed myself to wonder what it would be like if I just gave in.

He broke the kiss just enough to murmur against my lips, his voice low and rough, "This is just the beginning, little mate. There’s so much more I plan to teach you."

His words sent a shiver through me, making my cheeks flush and my pulse race even faster. I opened my mouth to respond, maybe to argue, maybe to throw another sarcastic retort his way—but the words wouldn’t come. He took my silence as permission and claimed my mouth again, deeper this time, leaving me breathless and wanting.

I knew this was his way of punishing me, reminding me that no matter how much I tried to escape, to deny him, I was his. And the infuriating part was, he was right. Even my own wolf, Zena, was practically purring in the back of my mind, her approval unmistakable.

His kiss was a delicious punishment, a reminder of the power he held over me, and I hated that I loved it. Every part of me wanted to defy him, to resist, to show him that I wasn’t his to control. But in this moment, with his mouth on mine, every thought of resistance melted away. The only thing that mattered was this wild, consuming need coursing through me, a need I never even knew I had.

He broke the kiss only when I was breathless, leaning back just enough to look into my eyes, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek. He had the nerve to smirk, that infuriating, self-satisfied smirk, as if he knew exactly what he’d done to me. "Run all you want, little mate," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "But I’ll always catch you. And next time..." His lips brushed over my ear, sending another shiver down my spine. "...I won’t be so gentle."

I glared at him, breathless and frustrated, knowing he was doing this on purpose, pushing me to my limits. But the dangerous gleam in his eyes told me he meant every word, and somehow... a part of me thrilled at the thought.

I opened my mouth, ready to shoot back some snarky retort, to show him he hadn’t completely unraveled me. But no words came out. My brain was a jumble of emotions—anger, defiance, and something else I couldn’t quite name. Desire. Damn it, I wanted him, even if I refused to admit it.

His fingers brushed down my cheek, a feather-light touch that sent another jolt through me. "You belong to me, Elena," he said, his voice steady, unwavering. "No more running."

I wanted to argue, to tell him he didn’t own me, that I’d never be his. But I couldn’t lie, not to myself. My body was betraying me, my heart racing from his kiss, and the way his eyes held mine made me feel... vulnerable.

So I swallowed, forcing myself to look away. "One kiss doesn’t mean you own me," I muttered, my voice coming out breathless, betraying me.

His smirk grew, his hand leaving my face only to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "Oh, Elena, I think it means exactly that. And you can deny it all you want, but we both know you felt it too."

I narrowed my eyes, willing my cheeks not to betray the blush I could feel creeping up. "I... I felt nothing," I lied, my voice shaky. But even I could hear the lack of conviction in my words.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered, "Keep telling yourself that, little mate. But remember... this was only the beginning."

"Now," he continued, his voice soft but unyielding, "get some rest. You’ve got a long night ahead of you." He released me, stepping back with that smirk that made my blood boil—and burn.

With one last, lingering look, he pulled away, leaving me standing there, completely undone. I hated him for the way he got under my skin, for the way he left me feeling so raw and vulnerable. But as I raised my fingers to my lips, still tingling from his kiss, I couldn’t deny it.

It was my first kiss, and damn if it wasn’t worth the wait.

I hated him. And yet, as he left, closing the door behind him, I couldn’t stop the way my heart raced, anticipation and frustration tangled together.

Stupid, arrogant alpha.