Alpha's Dark Desires

Chapter 48: Ride Of Pleasure

Elena POV:

I got dressed in the clothes Kane had laid out for me—his oversized t-shirt, hoodie, and long socks. The outfit was far from glamorous, but it was soft, comfortable, and smelled faintly of him, which both annoyed and comforted me in equal measure. The faint hint of his scent seemed to cling to my skin, and as much as I hated it, I couldn’t deny how much my wolf enjoyed it. Traitorous instincts.

After tying my hair into a loose ponytail, I made my way downstairs, determined to keep my distance and my walls firmly up. I spotted him in the kitchen, leaning casually against the counter with a glass of orange juice in his hand.

"Want some?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft as he gestured toward the carton on the counter.

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. I was still furious with him, but my body—stupid, hormonal thing that it was—kept betraying me. It was like every glance he sent my way set my nerves alight, and the mate bond only made it worse.

"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug, finishing his drink before rinsing the glass and setting it aside.

Without another word, we headed outside to his car, and my eyes immediately widened.

Parked in the driveway was a Lamborghini. A freaking Lamborghini. And it wasn’t just any Lamborghini—it was blue. My favorite shade of blue, in fact.

For a moment, my anger was replaced by sheer awe. Of course, I tried to hide it, keeping my expression as neutral as possible, but the way my eyes lit up must have given me away. Kane didn’t say anything, though, and I was grateful for that small mercy.

He opened the passenger door for me like a perfect gentleman, and I hesitated for a second before climbing in.

Alright, he’s serious about this gentleman act, I thought, begrudgingly impressed by his consistency.

Kane rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat. For a moment, I thought we’d be riding with a chauffeur or something—because, you know, Alpha Kane—but it seemed like he’d decided to take the wheel himself today.

Before starting the car, he leaned over, his face suddenly close to mine, and I froze. My breath hitched as I stared at him, thinking—no, hoping—he might kiss me. But instead, he reached for my seatbelt and fastened it with a click.

"Try not to leap out of the car this time," he said, his voice low and teasing.

As if to torture me further, his fingers lingered against my arm for just a moment too long, sending shivers cascading down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, loud and erratic, and I just knew he could hear it.

The corner of his mouth quirked into a small smirk before he pulled back into his seat, fastened his own seatbelt, and muttered under his breath, "No panties, huh?"

I whipped my head toward him, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "What did you just say?"

He didn’t answer. Instead, he started the car, and the engine roared to life beneath me, sending a vibration through the seat that was way too stimulating. I bit down on my bottom lip, cursing my body’s reaction to the deep purr of the engine and the way it made me feel warm all over.

Kane, of course, noticed. His smirk grew wider, and he didn’t even bother hiding his amusement as he eased the car out of the driveway.

One hand on the steering wheel, he reached over with his other and rested it casually on my thigh.

The audacity of this man!

I opened my mouth to tell him to move his damn hand, but the words never came. His touch sent a ripple of warmth coursing through me, and I hated how much I liked it. I knew I should push him away, shove his hand off me or something, but my traitorous body wouldn’t listen.

Instead, I stared out the window, trying desperately to ignore the way his thumb was now drawing slow, lazy circles against my skin. Each small movement sent sparks of pleasure zipping up my spine, and combined with the deep rumble of the car beneath me, it was becoming harder and harder to concentrate on anything else.

The roaring engine, his hand on my thigh, the heat in his gaze every time he glanced over at me—it was all too much.

We stopped at a red light, and for a moment, I thought I’d get a reprieve. But then Kane revved the engine, and the deep, growling sound sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my stomach.

Before I could stop myself, a soft moan escaped my lips, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, mortified.

Kane’s hand tightened on my thigh, his fingers squeezing lightly as his smirk turned downright wicked.

"Did you just moan?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing rumble.

"No," I snapped, my voice high-pitched and defensive. "Absolutely not."

"Really?" His hand inched higher, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above my knee. "Because it sure sounded like a moan to me."

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

"Keep your hands to yourself," I said, though my voice lacked the bite I wanted it to have.

He chuckled softly, the sound like warm honey dripping over my skin. "If you insist, love."

But his hand didn’t move. If anything, it crept even higher, his fingertips brushing the edge of the hoodie I was wearing like he was testing my limits.

I turned to glare at him, but the look in his eyes stopped me in my tracks. His gaze was dark and intense, filled with a hunger that made my breath catch.

"Kane," I said, my voice shaky. noveldrama

"Yes, sweetheart?" he replied, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

I couldn’t respond. My thoughts were scattered, my body already too attuned to his touch.

The light turned green, and Kane started driving again, his hand still firmly on my thigh. The rhythmic circles he was tracing felt like a slow, sensual torment, and no matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else, I couldn’t ignore the heat building between us.

Damn the mate bond. Damn this stupid car. And damn him.

By the time we pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center, my body was humming with unspent energy, and I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to slap him or kiss him. Probably both.

Kane parked the car, his hand still resting on my thigh, and turned to look at me.

"Ready to go, love?" he asked, his smirk firmly in place.

I glared at him, refusing to let him see how much he’d gotten under my skin. "Keep your hands to yourself, Alpha."

His smirk widened. "As you wish. For now."

With that, he pulled his hand away, leaving me feeling both relieved and frustrated as hell.

I was in so much trouble.