Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Better Than Him

Callum’s POV

I deepened the kiss, letting it grow hotter and slower. She tasted faintly of him, and the thought made something primal twist inside me. My jaw tightened, but I didn’t pull away. No. I’d erase it. I’d replace every trace of him with me. We stumbled toward the couch, still locked together, my hands finding the hem of her shirt and pushing it upward. She lifted her arms, and I stripped it off, my eyes drinking her in. God, she was beautiful. messy hair, flushed cheeks, lips kiss-swollen from me. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"You’re so damn beautiful," I murmured, lowering my head to her chest. My mouth found the swell of her breast, kissing and sucking gently before taking her nipple between my lips. Her back arched under me, her fingers tangling in my hair, a soft moan spilling from her mouth that made my pulse pound harder. I kissed my way lower, but I wasn’t in a rush. Today, I’d savor her like I’d never get the chance again. My hands explored her slowly, memorizing every curve, every shiver, every hitch in her breath.

Her leggings were soft under my palms as I slid them down her legs, her panties going with them. The sight of her naked under me nearly undid me. I braced myself over her, searching her face.

"Tell me to stop," I said, my voice low, because if she did, I would. I had to.

Her answer was a whisper. "Don’t stop."

Something inside me snapped. My mouth crashed back to hers, hungry now, as my hands gripped her hips. I pressed forward, my cock sliding against her slick entrance, teasing us both until she was trembling under me. Then, slowly—agonizingly slowly—I pushed into her.

Fuck! She was so tight!

Her gasp was soft but sharp, her nails digging into my shoulders. The feeling of her wrapped around me was everything I had imagined. It was hot, tight, perfect, and it took everything I had not to lose it right then. I stayed still for a moment, buried deep inside her, feeling the way her pussy tightened around me. My wolf was pacing in my head, a low, pleased purr rumbling through him.

Inwardly, I wasn’t at ease. The thought of Nathan’s hands on her, his mouth, his scent all over her—hit me like a spark to dry kindling. My jaw clenched, and a possessive fire lit in my chest. I wanted to erase every trace of him, make her forget he even existed.

I began to move, slow and passionate, each thrust dragging me against every inch of her. Her soft moans filled my ears, making my wolf press harder against the edges of my control. But the jealousy burned hotter. Nathan had been inside her first, and the thought made something primal in me snap. I wanted—no, needed—to make love to her better. To give her something he couldn’t. Something she’d never stop thinking about.

My slow rhythm turned sharper. I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, hard enough to make her gasp. Her nails dug into my back, her eyes flying open to meet mine, wide and hazy with pleasure.

"Callum—" she breathed, but it came out like a plea.

"That’s it," I muttered against her ear, my voice rough. "Feel me. Only me."

I thrust deeper, harder, finding that perfect angle that made her hips jerk against mine. My hand slid down between us, my thumb finding her clit. I began to rub in slow, tight circles, matching the pace of my thrusts.

She cried out, her head falling back, and the sound shot straight through me. My wolf’s purr grew louder in my mind, vibrating in sync with her shudders. I drove into her with everything I had, my hand rubbing her clit faster now, desperate to pleasure her more. I wanted to be the one she remembered. The one who made her fall apart so completely that she’d never think of Nathan the same way again.

And I wasn’t stopping until I had that.

"You’re not cumming yet," I whispered, dragging the words out so she heard every ounce of control in them.

Her eyes snapped open, wide and pleading, but I wasn’t giving in. I slowed my movements just enough to keep her teetering right on the edge. Then I pulled out of her completely, leaving her gasping in frustration.

Before she could protest, I caught her hips and rolled her onto her stomach. My hands slid up her sides, fingers splaying over her back before gripping her waist.

"Up," I ordered, guiding her onto her knees and elbows.

The sight of her like that—arched, wet, waiting—made my chest tighten with a fierce hunger. I moved in behind her, my body molding against hers. I pressed forward, sliding back into her in one slow, claiming thrust that made her moan into the couch cushion.

From this angle, I could drive deeper, harder, and my hands had full control of her hips. I gripped them firmly, pulling her back into me with each thrust, making sure she felt the strength behind every movement.

"You feel that?" I murmured, leaning over her, my chest brushing her back.

Her fingers clenched in the cushions, her breath coming fast. But I wasn’t letting her tip over yet. I needed her to know I could give her more pleasure than he ever could. I could fuck her better than him. He might have been her first, but I would be the best she’d ever have.