Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One Chapter 103: Accept

Hailee’s POV

His body went still for a second, as if my sudden move had short-circuited his thoughts. Then, with a low, almost involuntary sound deep in his chest, Nathan’s hands ca up—one cupping the back of my head, the other sliding around my waist—and he kissed back. It wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t careful.

It was heat and hunger all at once, his mouth claiming mine like he’d been holding back for far too long. The back of my knees brushed the edge of his bed, and I realized I’d been walking backward without even noticing. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding on like I’d drown if I let go.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged. His eyes, dark and sharp, searched mine like he was trying to read every thought in my head.

"Hailee..." he said slowly, almost like a warning. "Do you even know what you’re doing?"

"Yes." My voice didn’t shake, even though my heart was a drum in my chest. "I know exactly what I’m doing."

He studied for another beat, jaw tight, before his hand slid down my arm, fingers brushing mine in a slow, deliberate touch. "You are drunk."

I frowned. "I’m not." He seed to believe but let go of and walked towards the mini fridge. I furrowed my brow as I watched him take out a bottle of water.

Nathan twisted the cap off the bottle and held it out to . "Drink."

I stared at it like it was poison. "I’m not thirsty."

"You walked here in the middle of the night," he said, his voice low but firm. "You’re drinking it."

Sothing in his tone made sigh and take it from him. The cool water slid down my throat in a few gulps, but the taste didn’t wash away the ache in my chest. I set the bottle down on his desk, my hands suddenly restless.

Before he could step away, I moved closer—close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. My arms slid around his neck, my eyes locked on his.

"Nathan..." My voice was soft, almost pleading. "Make love to ."

His hands gripped my wrists gently but firmly, peeling off him just enough to put space between us. "Hailee, no. You’re not yourself right now."

"I am myself," I shot back, my pulse pounding in my ears.

He shook his head slowly, his gaze steady. "Your feelings are confused. You think this is about , but it’s not. It’s about everything you’re running from."

I clenched my jaw. "Number one—I’m not drunk. Number two—forget about what’s going on and just... fuck ."

"Hailee—"

"I said forget it!" I snapped, frustration burning through . "I should’ve just gone to Callum!"

That did it.

His eyes darkened instantly, the air between us shifting. I turned, ready to storm out, the pain in my chest twisting into sothing sharper—but before I could take a step, his hand closed around my wrist.

In one hard pull, he spun back to face him, his grip firm. His mouth crashed into mine, the kiss fierce, almost punishing, stealing my breath.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was a growl. "Say that again."

My lips parted, confused. "What—?"

"That you should’ve gone to Callum," he said, his tone dripping with a possessive edge I’d never heard from him before. "Say it again. I dare you."

I swallowed, my heartbeat tripping into chaos.

"Don’t you ever say that again," he went on, his thumb brushing my jaw in a deceptively gentle stroke, "you belong to ."

My heart raced, my eyes interlocked with his. "Then just fuck ."

Nathan didn’t answer .

Instead, his gaze locked onto mine—intense, unreadable—but there was sothing different in his eyes now. Sothing that sent a shiver straight down my spine.

Then he kissed .

Not like before. This was deeper, heavier... more passionate. The kind of kiss that told without words that he had stopped fighting whatever war he’d been waging inside himself.

His hands moved with purpose—one sliding into my hair, the other tracing down my spine until it found the hem of my shirt. With a single, fluid motion, he pulled it over my head and let it fall to the floor. My skin prickled in the cool air, but his touch burned hotter than any fire.

His mouth barely left mine as his fingers worked at the clasp of my bra, and when it ca free, he pushed it off my shoulders. His eyes flicked down for a second, darkening before coming back to et mine, as if daring to look away. I didn’t.

Piece by piece, he stripped naked until there was nothing between and his gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, he guided back until my knees hit the edge of the bed. I lowered myself slowly, my arms resting behind on the mattress for support, watching him like I was morizing every move.

Nathan’s hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed with the movent, the dim light catching on the lines of him. He reached for his belt next, the soft tallic click of the buckle making my breath hitch.

I couldn’t look away but watched with anticipation.

He unzipped his jeans, pulled them away, and was left in his black underwear, and my eyes caught sight of his already hardened cock pressing against the underwear, wanting to be free.

While holding eye contact with , Nathan hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, his movents deliberate... unhurried... like he wanted to watch. The muscles in his abdon flexed, a faint shadow running down the center of his stomach.

The air between us felt electric, each second stretching out until my pulse roared in my ears. His gaze never wavered, pinning in place as if the rest of the world had gone silent.

He pushed the fabric lower over his hips, the motion slow, purposeful, almost taunting. My breath caught—heat curling low in my stomach—not because of what I was seeing, but because of the way he was doing it. By the ti the fabric slid lower, my chest was rising and falling too fast, my fingers digging into the sheets for balance. The faint smirk on his lips told he knew exactly what he was doing to .

And then, without breaking eye contact, he stepped forward—closing the last bit of space between us.