Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Vivid

Hailee’s POV

My breath caught. My eyes opened in the dark. The room was quiet, but the touch... it was real. A finger slid up my thigh, slow and teasing, until it touched the edge of my nightdress.

I turned, and my heart almost stopped.

Callum.

He was there, leaning over me, his stormy eyes glowing faintly in the dark, locked on mine. His lips curved, full of hunger and longing.

"Callum..." My voice broke, half whisper, half moan. "What are you doing here?"

"Can’t sleep," he murmured, his hand moving higher, burning my skin. "I’ve missed you, Hailee."

Before I could answer, his mouth crushed mine. Hot. Fierce. Desperate. The kiss stole my breath, making my body arch into him. My hands clutched his shoulders, and instead of pushing him away, I pulled him closer. Goddess, I couldn’t stop myself.

His weight pressed over me, his body hard and warm. His hands slid under my nightdress, caressing me, while his mouth swallowed every sound I made. My thighs opened for him without thought, betraying me, welcoming him.

The air grew hot, my skin alive under his touch. His lips left mine, trailing down my throat, across my chest, until I cried out softly.

"Say it," he rasped against my skin. "Say you still want me."

I gasped, trembling under him, my body coming apart. "I... I do," I choked out, the truth ripping from me, raw and bare.

A deep sound rumbled in his chest, full of victory, and his last restraint broke. He kissed me again, harder, claiming me. His hand slid down my waist, over my hip, and between my thighs, sparking fire.

I shifted, restless, the friction driving me wild. A whimper broke from my lips as he found the soft, swollen peak of my pussy, pressing, rubbing, steady and sure. I arched up, begging without words.

His fingers worked me, teasing, stroking, until the pressure inside me grew sharp and heavy. My nails dug into his back, clinging to him as he built me higher and higher.

Then he moved, shifting his weight, and I felt the thick press of his cock at my entrance. I didn’t hold back. I lifted my hips, aching, ready. With a deep groan, he pushed inside.

The stretch made me cry out, a muffled sound against his shoulder. My body gripped him tight, full to the brim, almost too much, almost perfect. His stormy eyes caught mine for a breath, fierce and burning, before he started to move.

Slow at first, deep, each thrust sending shocks through me. Then faster, harder, matching the frantic beat of my heart. The air was thick with heat, our ragged breaths and the scent of sweat and need.

Every thrust tore another sound from me, my body clenching, pushing back against him, meeting his rhythm with my own. My world shrank to him—to his skin, his voice, his body pounding into mine.

The pressure inside me grew unbearable, sharp and sweet. I clung to him, my teeth biting his shoulder as it broke. My body convulsed, trembling hard, a wave of white-hot pleasure crashing through me. A loud, broken moan ripped free as I shattered, gripping him, squeezing him in my climax.

Callum groaned my name, low and rough, and slammed into me one last time, spilling his release inside me as my body shook and fell apart beneath him. He collapsed onto me, chest heaving, his weight warm and heavy, anchoring me to him.

The sudden jolt sent my eyes snapping open.

My body was tingling, my skin slick with a phantom sheen of sweat, my breath ragged and uneven. My thighs were pressed together, an ache of unsatisfied tension humming low in my groin.

The room was still cloaked in shadows, but the air was cool, quiet, and completely empty. There was no warm, heavy weight pinning me to the mattress, no scent of musk and sweat, no frantic pulse against my neck.

I was alone.

I sat up slowly, my heart still racing wildly, and ran a hand through my damp hair. I looked at the empty space beside me, the sheets smooth and warm.

It had all been a dream. A vivid, soul-shaking, agonizingly real dream.

I sank back onto the pillow, the heat in my cheeks fading into a deep, frustrated flush. Callum wasn’t here. He hadn’t been here. But the memory of his touch, the taste of his kiss, the shattering feel of his cock inside mine, was more real than reality.

I closed my eyes, a soft, heartbroken whimper escaping my lips. God, I thought, pulling the cool sheet up to my chin. I’m going insane.

The morning came too quickly.

I woke with a heavy heart, the memory of the dream still clinging to me like a second skin. My body ached, my lips still tingled as if Callum had really kissed me. I shook my head hard, trying to push it away. It was only a dream. Nothing more.

I bathed slowly, the warm water sliding over my skin, but even then, my mind betrayed me. I kept seeing his stormy eyes, feeling his body against mine, hearing the sound of his moans.

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