Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: His Touch

Hailee’s POV

Nathan’s mouth crushed mine, hot and rough, stealing the breath from my chest. I pushed him, my nails scraping his arms, but it was useless. His grip was strong, his body pressed into me like he wanted to melt me into the wall.

"Let me go," I hissed against his lips, but the words broke, trembling, because part of me didn’t mean them.

"Never," he growled, his voice low, burning. "You can lie to them, Hailee. You can even lie to yourself. But you can’t lie to me. I feel you."

My stomach twisted, heat shooting through me even as anger clawed at my throat. I jerked my head away, gasping for air, but his hand slid to my jaw, forcing me to look into his blazing eyes. Something invisible pulled me then—like a rope tied between us, yanking me closer no matter how hard I resisted. My chest rose and fell fast, my knees weak.

"Stop this," I whispered, but my voice shook.

His mouth brushed my ear, his breath hot, sending shivers racing down my spine. "I can’t. You are mine, Hailee. Always mine."

I groaned, part fury, part something horny. My body betrayed me, pressing into his without meaning to. His lips found mine again, and this time, when I tried to pull away, the bond only dragged me deeper.

Our kiss turned wild—teeth clashing, breaths heavy, hearts pounding hard enough to hurt. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was war, fire and storm locked between us. I hated him. I wanted him. And the worst part was, he knew it.

His hand slid down my side, gripping my thigh, jerking it up around his waist. The sudden motion made me gasp, arching against him, and the wall scraped at my back as he pinned me higher. His kiss spun savage, teeth clashing with mine, tongue demanding, devouring.

I tried to turn my face away, to escape, but his mouth dragged along my jaw, down to my throat, biting, sucking, leaving fire in his wake. My head fell back, a helpless sound spilling from me. The pull between us was unbearable. I just couldn’t explain it.

"Damn you, Hailee," he growled against my skin, his voice ragged, almost like a growl. "You make me lose control."

Then I felt him go to my underwear. Goodness, I wanted to yank his hand away but shamefully I spread my thighs apart from him, giving him free access. His fingers touched me, sliding over the thin fabric, and I gasped.

He didn’t stop. His thumb pressed against my most sensitive spot, rubbing slow circles that made my breath break. Heat rushed through me, my body betraying me as wetness spread.

"See?" he whispered against my neck, his lips brushing my skin. "Your body knows me. It wants me."

I shook my head, but a soft moan escaped my lips. His fingers pushed the fabric aside, and I felt the bare heat of his skin on mine. One finger slid inside me, slow but firm. My knees went weak, and I clutched his shoulders to keep from falling.

The tight stretch made me gasp, my walls gripping him as he pushed deeper. Then he began to move, pulling out and sliding back in, steady and strong. Every thrust of his finger sent sparks through me, my hips moving without my permission.

"Don’t fight it," he growled softly. "You’re mine, Hailee. Always mine."

A second finger joined the first, stretching me more. I cried out, half in shock, half in need. His thumb rubbed faster over my swollen bud while his fingers curled inside, finding a spot that made my body jolt.

I bit my lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of my moans, but the sounds broke free anyway. His pace quickened, thrusting and curling, his hand working me with skill I hated and craved.

My body shook, waves of heat building higher and higher, until I thought I would break apart. My head pressed back against the wall, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure ripped through me.

"Nathan—" I gasped, but the rest of the words were lost in the moans spilling from my throat.

Nathan’s mouth crushed mine again, swallowing my broken cries as his fingers drove me higher. My body trembled against him, torn between wanting to shove him away and wanting more.

Then his hand left my thigh, dragging upward. With one rough tug, he pulled the straps of my dress down, baring my shoulders. The fabric slid lower, pooling at my waist. I gasped, shocked, but before I could grab it, his hand unclipped my bra with one sharp flick. The straps slipped free, and suddenly the cool air hit my skin.

My protest never came. His mouth was already on me—hot, wet, and merciless. His lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard, while his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. My head fell back against the wall, a cry ripping from me that I couldn’t hold back.

At the same time, his hand never stopped its ruthless work between my thighs. Two fingers thrust in and out, curling deep, stroking that spot that made my whole body jolt. His thumb circled my swollen bud, fast and relentless, pulling me apart from both ends.

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