Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One Chapter 200: His Touch

Hailee’s POV

"I shouldn’t have done that," he whispered again, like saying it twice would make it true.

"I shouldn’t have let you," I whispered back. But even as I said it, I held onto his shirt tighter. I couldn’t let go. He felt like the only safe thing in a world that wanted to break .

The fire popped and cracked. Shadows danced across his face. His eyes were stormy, filled with a hunger that scared and thrilled at the sa ti.

Before I could think, he kissed again. Harder this ti, deeper, like he had been waiting forever to do it.

I gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound. His hands held my face, tilting so he could take more. My body pressed close to him, aching. His tongue touched mine, first slow and then demanding, and I lted in his arms.

Heat built in my belly. My hands road his chest, grabbing his shoulders to pull him closer, though he was already against . The kiss grew ssy, full of everything we had never said.

He groaned in my mouth, the sound making my knees weak. His hands slid down my sides, pulling onto his lap. My dress rode up, and his palms gripped my thighs.

"Hailee..." he moaned against my lips.

I didn’t answer. I kissed him again, hungry and desperate. His tongue slid against mine, teasing, tasting, claiming . Pleasure shook through .

He kissed my jaw, then my neck. My head fell back, a soft sound leaving as his tongue burned a path down my skin. My fingers curled in his hair, begging him not to stop.

His teeth grazed , then his tongue soothed, making gasp.

"Tell to stop," he murmured against my throat, even though his hands slid under my dress, stroking my bare thighs.

I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. My body pressed into him, giving my answer.

Instead, I whispered his na. "Callum."

He growled low, and his mouth crushed mine again, fierce and consuming. His tongue tangled with mine, drowning in heat.

Then he pulled back just an inch, eyes burning into mine, asking without words. I answered by kissing him hard, desperate.

His hands gripped my dress and yanked it up. In one move, it was over my head, tossed aside. Cool air brushed my skin, but his eyes and touch kept warm.

I wore only lace and silk now. His control snapped.

"God, Hailee," he rasped, his eyes dark with need.

I fumbled at his shirt buttons, too shaky with urgency. He growled, ripped it open, and threw it off. I pressed my hands to his chest, feeling the hard muscles and his heart racing under my palms.

"I missed this," I whispered. "I missed you."

His answer was to kiss my neck, right on my pulse. He lifted higher, my thighs locked around his waist. His hard length pressed against my thin silk panties.

He carried across the room, my thighs locked around his waist. In three steps, he dropped to the rug before the fire, lowering onto the soft heat of it, kneeling over .

Before I could blink, his hands were sliding down, finding the silk between my legs. With a groan that was both relief and hunger, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my panties. He tugged them down, over my knees, past my ankles, until I was bare, open, and exposed in the glow of the fire.

The flas flickered, painting my skin in gold and shadow, making feel both vulnerable and wanted.

His hands spread my legs gently, firmly. His eyes never left mine, searching, asking again, making sure. But all he saw was the need in , the way my eyes begged without sha.

"I’ve dreamt of this," he murmured, his voice a rumble that sent chills racing over my skin.

Then he lowered his head.

The shock of heat made cry out. His lips and tongue touched , soft and wet, and the world spun. I gasped, arching off the rug, fingers clawing at the thick threads beneath .

He licked slowly, tasting every part, savoring. Each movent of his tongue dragged a broken sound from my throat. My body shook, my hips shifting, needing more.

He pulled back only enough to breathe against , his voice low and rough. "Still taste the sa." A faint smile touched his lips before he kissed again, deeper, slower, making buck against his face.

Then his eyes lifted, dark and glowing. "No. That’s a lie," he said. "Even better now."

His hand slid under , lifting my hips so he could reach deeper. His tongue flicked and circled, teasing my center, pushing higher. I gasped, whimpered, my words breaking apart. My body couldn’t think, only feel.

"Callum, please," I begged, my voice torn, trembling. I didn’t even know what I was begging for.

"Not yet," he growled thickly, then devoured again.

I was falling apart under him, my whole body shaking like a leaf in the wind. My thoughts were a storm, loud and ssy, but my heart beat even louder. His mouth and tongue made gasp again and again, pulling higher until I thought I could not take more. And just when I was about to break, he stopped and lifted his head.

His face was red, his lips wet, his eyes wild and dark when they t mine. "Hailee," he whispered, his voice rough like it hurt to speak. "I’m losing control."

My chest rose and fell fast. My skin burned hot. My mind was blank, but my heart knew one thing—this was silly, but God, I craved this. I craved him inside .

"Don’t stop," I begged, my voice shaking. "Please... I want this."

Sothing inside him broke. He ca over like a wave, kissing hard, strong, desperate, like he had been hungry for forever. His hands held my face, then moved down, trembling as they touched my skin. I moaned into his kiss, my body arching up to him, asking for more, needing everything.

I felt his cock press against —hot, hard, and real, only his pants between us. My body froze for a breath, fear and mory flashing through . It had been so long. Ten years since I had let anyone touch . Ten years of emptiness. Ten years of pretending I did not want or need.

He felt it. His kiss slowed, gentle now. His forehead pressed to mine, his breath heavy. "Say no, Hailee, and I will stop. I swear it."

But I could not. I would not. My hands went to his waist, pulling at the last cloth that kept us apart. "I want you, Callum. I have wanted you all this ti."

A broken sound tore from his throat as he pushed his pants away. For the first ti in years, I felt him against , hot and alive. My whole body shivered, my legs wrapping tight around his hips.

He kissed again, softer now, like he was afraid, his lips shaking as much as mine. "It’s been so long," he whispered.

"Ten years," I breathed, my voice raw. "Since you."

His eyes filled with pain and love. "God, Hailee." His hands trembled as they moved down my sides. "I’ll be gentle."

I nodded, but inside a voice cried out—I did not want gentle. I wanted him. I wanted the man I had lost. I wanted to feel whole again.

He held himself at my entrance, sliding slowly and carefully. I gasped at the first touch, my body tensing and then opening, my chest rising as my breath caught.

"Breathe," he whispered, kissing my jaw, my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Trust ."

And then, slowly, he pushed forward.

I cried out, clutching his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as my body stretched around him. The burn was sharp, but behind it was fire, relief, a wave of wild pleasure that shook to the core.

He groaned against my throat, his body stiff, holding still. "So tight... so perfect."

I panted hard, trying to breathe. "Move," I whispered. "Please, Callum."

He did, rocking into slowly and steadily, filling deeper each ti. The ache lted away, replaced with heat so sharp I moaned his na again and again. His pace grew faster, his hips stronger, and the fire beside us blazed like it burned for us alone.

My arms clung to him, pulling him close, needing him nearer, deeper. He moved inside slowly, his body heavy and warm above mine. But then he stopped, breathing hard, his eyes locked on mine. With care, he shifted, rolling to the side and pulling with him. Soon we were lying together on the rug, chest to chest, faces so close our breaths mixed.

His arm slid under , holding close, and with the other he guided my leg over his hip. The new angle made gasp, my body opening to him in a way that felt deeper, closer.

"Better," he whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, then my temple. His voice was soft but rough with need. "I want to feel all of you."

I clung to him, burying my face in his neck. Every slow push made my heart race faster. Every pull back left aching for more. The world outside faded—there was only the fire, his touch, his voice, and the way our bodies fit together after so long apart.

"Callum," I whispered, my voice shaking with both fear and desire.

"Yes, love," he answered, his lips brushing my hair. His pace stayed steady, gentle but breathtaking, each movent carrying both hunger and care. I felt him everywhere—his heartbeat against my chest, his breath warm on my skin, his hands tracing my back like he was morizing .