Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

Hailee's POV

Callum was fucking me hard, driving so deep it felt like he was almost reaching my womb. Every thrust was powerful, almost punishing, as if he needed to prove something with every stroke. My body shook under the force of him, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.

It wasn't just sex—it was more. I could feel it in the way his hands gripped my hips like he was afraid to let me go, in the way his chest pressed against my back, hot and trembling. He wasn't just fucking me—he was claiming me, pouring all his jealousy, his anger, his desperate need into me.

And yet, underneath the roughness, I felt his love. It burned through every movement, wild and consuming, as if he was trying to carve his place inside me so I'd never forget him. My moans spilled out without control, my body arching back to take more of him, even as I trembled on the edge.

He was relentless, hitting that deep, perfect spot again and again, each thrust tearing another cry from my lips. My nails dug into the cushions, my face pressed against the couch as I felt my pussy on fire.

"Fuck!" Callum moaned out as he pulled out of me. I sucked in a deep breath, thinking he was done, but I was wrong.

He grabbed my hips, dragging me forward until my stomach pressed against the arm of the couch. The padded edge dug into me just enough to make my clit throb. "Cross your ankles," he ordered, his voice rough.

I obeyed, the position tightening every muscle inside me. He slid back into me from behind, the new angle making me gasp as he filled me to the hilt. The grind of my clit against the couch's firm cushion sent electric shocks racing through my body as he thrust harder.

Callum's thrusts grew harder, sharper, each one driving me closer to the brink. The padded arm of the couch pressed against my clit with every movement, the pressure mixing with his deep, relentless rhythm until I could barely breathe.

"God, Hailee…" he groaned behind me, his fingers digging into my hips as if he'd break if he let go. My moans came in desperate bursts, my vision blurring as sparks danced behind my eyes.

I was right there—right at the edge—when he yanked me back, his cock dragging out of me so suddenly my knees almost buckled. My pulse roared in my ears, my body aching from the loss of him, but then he spun me toward him.

"Not done," he growled, already guiding me down to the floor.

We sank together, his back hitting the carpet as he pulled me between his spread legs. My knees bent on either side of his hips, my feet flat on the floor, and I sank down on him in one slow, shuddering slide that made us both groan.

The position made every inch of him hit differently—fuller, deeper, like I was molded to take him. His hands slid to my waist, guiding me as I rocked back and forth, the movement rubbing me against him in ways that made my toes curl.

Our eyes locked. His gaze burned into me, fierce and unblinking, every ounce of his desire and possession written there. I couldn't look away, not even when my breath hitched and my body began to quake.

"Hold my hands," he ordered.

I reached for him, our fingers tangling tight, and used the leverage to pull myself up into a low squat over him. The new angle made me gasp, the deep penetration sending another rush of heat spiraling through me.

Callum sat up, chest pressing to mine, keeping our eyes locked as he thrust upward, each stroke stealing my breath. His mouth brushed my ear, his voice low and rough. "I'm gonna make you see stars, Hailee."

He did.

The steady, grinding rhythm turned to hard, deep thrusts that had me crying out, my nails digging into his hands as my vision sparked white. My pussy clenched around him helplessly, pleasure flooding me in hot waves until I was trembling and gasping.

"Callum…" I moaned, my voice breaking. My pussy was on fire—not just from the pleasure, but from the raw force of his thrusts. He was fucking me like a beast, and I wasn't sure if I could take it.

"Callum…" I moaned, the sound breaking into a gasp as his cock drove deep, hitting that perfect place over and over. "My pussy… it's on fire…"

That earned me a low, dangerous sound from him—a growl laced with something sharp. He slowed, holding himself deep inside me, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me, Hailee… did Nathan ever make your pussy feel like this?"

The words hit me, and suddenly I understood—this wasn't just about us. This was a competition. He needed to hear the answer, needed to know he was the one who owned me in this moment.

"No… it's you," I breathed.

"That's not enough," he growled, pushing in just the tip, teasing me with the threat of giving me nothing. "Say it like you mean it. Say it so Nathan would hear it in his fucking dreams."

My cheeks burned, but I didn't hesitate. "Only you, Callum. Nathan could never. You're the only one."

His moan was a low, satisfied rumble. "Damn right." He thrust deep, forcing a cry from me. "And you're gonna prove it."

His hips began a slow, punishing rhythm, every thrust making my clit grind against him. My head dropped back, my moans spilling out helplessly.

"Callum…" I whimpered.

"Feel that?" he rasped, driving into me slowly, letting me take every inch. "Nathan couldn't give you this."

I moaned both in pleasure and discomfort.

"Did Nathan make you feel this way?" His voice was rough now, his eyes locked on mine, daring me to even think of saying yes.

I shook my head quickly. "No… only you. Only you make me feel like this," I answered again.

He smirked, the expression hungry and possessive. "Say it again."

"Only you, Callum. No one else."

His moan was pure satisfaction, his pace quickening, his grip tightening on my hips. "That's right, baby… mine."

He kissed me hard, biting at my bottom lip before pulling back, and then in one smooth motion, he changed position. My back hit the carpet, his weight pinning me as he hooked my right leg high, positioning himself perfectly between my thighs.

The first thrust in this new angle made me cry out—he was deeper than before, stretching me in a way that felt almost unbearable.

But he wasn't done. "Lift your other leg," he ordered.

I obeyed, my left leg rising until he caught it and pushed it up onto his shoulder. The change made me see stars, his cock hitting me so deep I couldn't form words.

"Touch yourself," he demanded, his eyes blazing down at me.

My hand slid between us, finding my clit. The friction was electric, the sensation from my fingers and his relentless thrusts colliding until I was squirming under him.

"Say my name," he growled.

"Callum," I cried out, my voice breaking.

"Louder."

"CALLUM!" I screamed, my orgasm hitting like a wave crashing through me. My pussy clenched hard around him, milking him, pulling him deeper.

His moan was raw and guttural as he fucked me harder.