Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: where I belong
Hailee’s POV

I heard a ragged, guttural sound tear from his throat—a sound of pure, unadulterated shock and pleasure. His hands, still tangled in my hair, tightened for a second, then softened, holding my head almost reverently, yet desperately. I felt the powerful throb of him, instantly hard and thick, filling my mouth.

“God, Hailee,” he choked out, the word barely a breath. “Stop… wait… no…”

But his cries of protest were weak, shattered by the wave of sensation I was delivering. He was begging for me to stop, yet his hips were involuntarily pushing up slightly, answering the deep, primal urge he couldn’t override.

I paid no mind to his pleas. The taste of him, the sheer power of having him completely undone beneath me, was intoxicating. I worked slowly, deliberately, using my tongue and lips, watching the effects travel through his body like an electric current.

He was fighting for air. His free hand clenched the bedsheets, knuckles white, while the other held my head, fingers trembling against my scalp.

“I can’t… I can’t last,” he whispered, the sound raw and desperate. “Hailee, please, you need to—you’re too much…”

I lifted my head just enough for our eyes to meet. His were wide, dark, and glazed over with a pleasure so intense it was nearly pain.

“Good,” I whispered, the satisfaction in my voice thick.

Then, I lowered my head again, this time taking him deeper, faster.

He roared.

It wasn’t a word, just a pure, masculine sound of complete surrender. His body arched violently, pulling my head with him.

“Hailee!” he yelled, his voice cracking with the force of his climax.

I felt the hot, surging rush of him, deep in my throat. He pressed his hips into my mouth once, twice, a final, desperate thrust, and then collapsed back onto the bed, breathing in huge, shattered gasps.

I stayed there for a moment, tasting the metallic sweetness of his release, before slowly pulling away.

I straightened up, looking down at him. Nathan was utterly still, chest heaving, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut. He looked thoroughly wrecked—the fierce, disciplined control he always maintained utterly erased.

I smiled, a slow, predatory curve of my lips.

I moved to straddle his hips again. He opened his eyes slowly, meeting mine. The shock was still there, but now it was mixed with awe and a lingering, intense heat.

His lips parted, but before he could speak, I leaned down, pressing my body against his still-shaking frame.

“Now, shall we begin?” I murmured against his mouth, kissing him with the taste of his own pleasure.

He finally found his voice, a husky, broken sound. “Hailee, I told you—you’re pregnant. We have to be careful. I can’t…”

I cut him off with a deep, silencing kiss, my hand gliding down his chest, over his flat stomach, until my fingers found the hardening cock again.

“I’m taking the lead,” I reminded him, my eyes burning into his. “You just have to sit back and relax.”

I pulled back, a soft, seductive fire in my gaze. His resistance was gone, replaced by a desperate, agonizing wanting that mirrored my own.

“But if you stop me one more time, Nathan…” I trailed off, a threat veiled in honey.

He simply shook his head, a resigned, helpless look on his face. He lifted his hands, no longer to stop me, but to cup my face gently.

“Do it,” he rasped. “But please, darling, be careful.”

I didn’t need any more permission than that.

With a final, tender kiss, I moved my hands down, finding my balance. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the renewed, demanding hardness against my wet entrance.

Slowly, carefully, I lowered myself.

The sharp intake of Nathan’s breath was a reward in itself. I felt the gentle stretch, the deep, satisfying pressure as I took him inside, filling myself with the man I loved.

I paused, breathing deep, savoring the feeling of completeness. My eyes were locked with his—mine, full of triumph and need; his, full of pain, pleasure, and terrified devotion.

“Hailee,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “Don’t move yet.”

He let his eyes close, letting the sensation wash over him. His hands slid from my face, down my neck, over my shoulders, and finally settled on my hips.

I began to move, a slow, deliberate grind that made his jaw clench and his back arch up to meet me. The room was silent except for our ragged breathing and the soft, slick sounds of our bodies moving together.

I set the pace, controlling the depth and rhythm, making sure every thrust served only one purpose: to bring us both to the brink.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered again, a recurring mantra of his surrender.

“I’m bringing you home,” I corrected, leaning down to meet his kiss.

Then, Nathan couldn’t wait anymore.

He started to thrust in, moving deep and strong inside me.

The feeling was too much. I let out a loud moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders.

He brought one hand up and gave my butt a quick, hard spank.

“God, you feel so good,” he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low.

I was shaking all over. But he wasn’t done playing.

His other hand came around, his fingers finding my nipple. He teased it gently, then a little harder, making the little bud stand up. It sent a fresh rush of heat straight down to where we were joined.

“Oh, Nathan,” I gasped, my head falling back.

The pleasure was everywhere.

He kept thrusting in and out, while his fingers played with me, pinching and rubbing my nipple. I felt myself getting closer and closer to that big, wonderful explosion.

Then, I had a sudden idea. I wanted to see his face, to be closer, and to feel him in a new way.

I pulled myself up, taking him out of me with a wet, popping sound.

“Wait!” he said, confused, his breathing ragged.

I didn’t stop. I quickly pulled out and turned around, so my back was facing his chest.

I placed my hands on the bed in front of me and slowly lowered myself down onto him again.

The connection was even deeper and fuller this time. I gasped as he filled me up completely.

Nathan let out a low, satisfied groan and grabbed my hips, pulling me tight against him.

“Perfect,” he sighed, burying his face in my hair, his body starting to move with a new, wild rhythm.

He held my hips tight and started moving with me, fast and hard.

I couldn’t help it—a sound came out of me, a loud, happy cry of pleasure. It wasn’t a whisper; it was a shout of how good it felt.

“Yes!” I cried, leaning forward.

Nathan started to whisper things to me, things that made my cheeks burn and my heart race even faster. He told me how much he wanted me, and how beautiful I was.

His hands left my hips and went to my stomach, holding me gently, even while we were moving so fast. But the love in his touch only made the feeling stronger.

The room started to spin. Everything was bright and hot. I felt that tight, beautiful knot forming deep inside my belly.

“Nathan!” I screamed his name, clinging to the sheets.

He hit that perfect spot, and I felt the heat explode, spreading like fire through my body. My legs shook. My back arched. I was completely lost in the feeling.

He groaned behind me, moving faster, harder.

He pulled out of me gently. The sudden coolness made me sigh a little.

Then, he reached down and helped me turn onto my side. He moved me until I was lying on the bed, resting on my stomach, with my hips lifted just a little.

“I want to see you,” he whispered, his voice still low and deep.

He moved himself between my legs. His knees rested beside my hips.

I felt him hot and hard against my skin again. He touched me softly first, making sure I was ready.

I let out a small, eager sound.

Then, he pushed inside me again, taking me from behind. It felt new and surprising, but wonderful.

“Oh,” I breathed out, gripping the pillow underneath my head.

He started to move, slowly at first, then faster. He kept his body close to mine, leaning over me, his chest pressing against my back.

His hands ran along my sides, then moved to my hips, guiding us both. Every time he pushed into me, I felt it deep and strong.

The feeling grew quickly, building up faster this time.

“Nathan, again!” I gasped, wanting more.

He groaned, his rhythm getting faster and stronger, showing me he felt the same way. We moved together perfectly, two parts of one whole thing.

The air felt thick and hot around us. I closed my eyes and focused only on the wonderful feeling.

I felt the knot tightening again, pulling me up to the edge.

“I’m about to cum!” I shouted, my body trembling with happiness.

I heard Nathan let out a loud, rough yell behind me as he gave a final, deep push.

We both released at the same time, a huge wave of pleasure washing over us and making us go limp.

He collapsed onto my back, heavy and warm, holding me tightly. We stayed there, breathing heavily, completely spent and happy, letting the wonderful, exhausted feeling settle over us.

Slowly, Nathan turned me so our eyes could meet. His eyes were soft, wet, and full of that deep, raw love. He gently touched my cheek, wiping away a tear I didn’t even know had fallen.

“I love you, Hailee,” he whispered, his voice still shaky. “So much.”

I leaned in and kissed him, a soft, loving kiss this time. I felt safe. I felt loved. I felt like I was exactly where I belonged.