Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Infront of the camera
Hailee’s POV

For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

The screen glowed softly between us, the silence heavy with things neither of us dared to name.

His breathing was still a little rough. His hair was tousled, damp with sweat, and his chest rose and fell slowly as he looked at me through the screen.

There was something different in his eyes now—not the usual teasing spark, but a deep, focused heat that made my pulse quicken.

“Hailee,” he said quietly. My name sounded different on his lips.

My breath caught. “What?”

He tilted his head slightly. “You know what.”

The way he looked at me made my throat go dry. I could feel my nipples hardening more.

“Nathan…” I whispered, trying to steady my voice, but it came out shaky anyway.

He smiled faintly, that slow, knowing kind of smile. “You feel it too,” he murmured. “Don’t lie.”

I wanted to. I really did. But my silence was answer enough.

Across the screen, I saw him exhale, his jaw tightening like he was fighting himself. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice low and rough.

My heart thudded so loud it almost drowned him out. I could feel the heat rising to my face, my skin prickling with awareness.

“Nathan,” I whispered again, but it came out as a moan.

He leaned a little closer to the camera, his eyes locking onto mine. “If I were there right now…” he began, his voice barely above a breath.

I swallowed hard. “What would you do?”

He hesitated, the corner of his mouth lifting just slightly. “You don’t want me to answer that.”

My stomach flipped. “Maybe I do.”

He ran a hand through his hair, chuckling under his breath. “You’re playing with fire, Hailee.”

“Maybe I like the heat,” I whispered.

For a moment he didn’t say a word, then his next words came out as an order. “Take off your clothes.”

My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth to speak, to kick against it, but I realized I had lost my voice.

Nathan smirked, that annoying smirk that showed he knew he had that effect on me. “Go on, darling.”

Every instinct in my head screamed no, yet my body felt completely disconnected, driven by a primal impulse I couldn’t control. My hands moved on their own, finding the hem of my dress.

My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled the fabric up, exposing my thigh, then my waist. I kept my eyes locked on the screen, on Nathan’s face. I was avoiding looking between his thighs.

There was none.

His eyes were dark, burning with a focused intensity that made the air feel thin. He didn’t rush me; he simply watched, his breathing now visibly shallow.

As the dress slid past my shoulders and pooled around my feet, leaving me standing in just my lace underthings, I gasped softly. The sudden vulnerability of being seen this way, across the distance and through a screen, was overwhelming.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, the word a reverence, not a casual compliment. His gaze swept over me, lingering on the exposed skin, the curve of my waist, and the way my chest rose and fell rapidly with my ragged breaths. “Damn it!”

My entire body flushed with heat. I crossed my arms instinctively, but his voice stopped me.

“Don’t cover up,” he ordered, the command soft but authoritative. “Let me look at you, Hailee.”

I lowered my arms slowly, my chin lifting in an unconscious act of defiance and acceptance. “Are you happy now?” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

He didn’t smirk this time. A genuine, almost tender smile touched his lips, but the intensity in his eyes was pure hunger.

“No, I’m not happy,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a low growl that went straight to my core. “I’m frustrated. Beyond frustrated. Knowing you’re there, looking like that, and I can’t touch you…” He shook his head, running a hand over his face.

He moved his hand and wrapped his arousal. “Tell me what you want, Hailee,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me what you feel right now.”

I bit my lip, forcing the words out. “I… I want you to stop talking.”

He chuckled, a dark, low sound. “Smart girl.” He gave me a slow, deliberate glance that made my stomach clench. “But I need to hear it. Tell me you want me.”

I took a shaky breath, the video call now the only reality that existed. “I want you,” I whispered, the admission a heavy weight and a thrilling release all at once. “I want you to be here.”

The raw honesty in my voice seemed to hit him harder than any teasing had. The look in his eyes deepened, shifting from hungry to something possessive and profound. He tightened his grip around his erection.

“That’s what I needed to hear,” he murmured, his voice now dangerously low. “Because I’m losing it here, Hailee. This distance is torture.”

He leaned closer to the phone again, his focus fixed on me. “You’re beautiful, but you’re still hiding something from me. The final layer.” His voice became a mere breath, a seductive suggestion that was purely a demand. “Take it off, Hailee.”

My breath hitched. My hands were already shaking, and I knew what he meant. This was the point of no return. My mind offered a thousand reasons to stop, to cover up, to end the call. But my body, flushed and aching with an overwhelming need I couldn’t deny, ignored them all.

My fingers went to the soft lace at my hips. I kept my eyes on his, a fierce, challenging look that said I was doing this not just because he asked, but because I wanted to.

With a deliberate, unhurried motion, I pulled the final piece of fabric down.

A silent, sharp intake of breath came from Nathan’s side.

I stood completely bare, my vulnerability exposed across the miles. The heat in my face was unbearable, yet I refused to look away. He was watching me, his gaze slow, reverent, and utterly consuming.

“Perfect,” he finally managed, the word rough with emotion. He didn’t speak again, simply watched, a fierce, silent dialogue passing between us through the screen.

Then, his eyes dropped, scanning the length of my body with a heavy, deliberate intensity.

“Part your legs,” he commanded, the voice an irresistible force. “Let me see all of you, Hailee.”

My knees felt weak, and my muscles instinctively fought the order. But the sound of his voice, the intense authority it carried, was too powerful to resist. Slowly, hesitantly, I shifted my weight, slightly separating my thighs.

A low, deep sound, halfway between a growl and a moan, rumbled from Nathan’s throat. His own control seemed to be exploding.

“That’s it,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Take off the bra,” he instructed, his voice low, commanding, yet laced with a desperate need that mirrored my own.

My breath hitched. My hands went to the clasp behind my back. As the fabric fell away, a shiver ran over my skin that had nothing to do with the temperature. I lifted my chin, meeting his stare, exposing my rising chest, feeling the air rush over my bare skin.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice sharp, pulling my attention back to his face. “I need you to look at me, Hailee.”

I swallowed hard and drifted my gaze down to see his erection was hardened and leaking, presumably.

I felt my core getting wetter, and I could tell he noticed it because his eyes were fixed on it.

“You wanna climax,” he whispered, his voice rough with control. I swallowed, the sound loud in the sudden silence of the room.

“Nath—”

“Yes or no,” he cut me off, his Alpha command absolute.

I couldn’t speak, so I nodded, a small, jerky movement.

“Use your words, darling.” His tone was a demand layered over a caress.

I forced the word past my dry throat, feeling the throbbing pulse of my nipples against the cool air. “Yes.”

The moment I said it, his eyes darkened, a flash of pure, possessive intent that sent a tremor down my spine.

He took a slow, deliberate breath, visibly fighting the distance between us. “Good. Then you listen to me, Hailee. You listen to every word.”

His jaw tightened, his gaze piercing. “I want you to look at me, Hailee. Not at the screen, but at what you’re imagining right now.” He took his hand off his erection in a deliberate movement that drew my focus to the magnificent, heavy weight of his desire.

“Lock your eyes right here,” he commanded, his voice a low vibration that resonated with authority. “Don’t look away from me.”

My gaze obeyed, fixing on the dark, thick line of him, the raw centerpiece of his frustration. Every thought was silenced, replaced by the sheer, overwhelming reality of what he was and what I wanted.

“Now,” he continued, his eyes meeting mine again, challenging me. “I want you to bring your hand down. Find the place that’s aching for me. And I want you to insert one finger—slowly. Just one.”

My hand was already moving. It was inevitable, the only logical action in this hyper-focused world we had created. My fingers found the damp, sensitive core of my desire.

“That’s it,” he coached, watching every tiny shift in my expression. “Keep looking at me. And as you feel yourself stretch, I want you to imagine it’s not your hand. Imagine it’s me, Hailee. Imagine it’s my body, and you’re taking all of me inside you.”