Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Stay

Hailee’s POV

We both lay on my bed, and Nathan pulled me close until my head rested on his chest, his arm wrapped securely around me.

I closed my eyes, breathing in the intoxicating scent of him. There was something comforting and familiar about it.

A peaceful silence settled between us until Nathan finally spoke.

"I heard what happened at the hospital... I’m sorry about that," he said quietly.

I nodded but didn’t say a word. I didn’t trust my voice to come out right.

Nathan sighed deeply and pressed a soft kiss on the top of my head.

"I think it’s time for me to leave," he said gently.

My heart dropped.

I instantly frowned, not wanting him to go. I was so comfortable in his arms. Safe. But how could I tell him that? How could I say it without sounding desperate or pathetic?

Feeling disappointed, I slowly pulled away and sat up on the bed.

He gave me a weak smile before standing to his feet.

I watched in silence as he picked up his pullover and started putting it on. Each movement made my chest tighten. I didn’t want this moment to end.

Suddenly, he turned and looked at me, noticing the sadness in my eyes.

"Do you... want me to stay?" he asked softly.

My eyes met his, and I gave a small nod, not trusting myself to speak.

He raised a brow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Then why didn’t you just say that?"

I looked down at my fingers, fiddling with the edge of my blanket.

"I didn’t want to seem... clingy," I muttered.

Nathan let out a soft chuckle, stepping closer. "Clingy?" he repeated. "Hailee, you just watched me come back from a coma. You’re allowed to want me close."

Before I could respond, he dropped his pullover back on the chair and returned to the bed.

He sat beside me and gently pulled me back into his arms. I melted into him, resting my head once again on his chest. His warmth, his heartbeat—it all brought me a strange kind of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time.

"I’m not going anywhere," he whispered, his lips brushing against my hair.

"I don’t want you to," I whispered back.

His hand gently rubbed my back in slow circles, calming me further.

"If you want anything," he said softly, "just say it."

I smiled softly into his shirt. "Alright, Daddy."

He chuckled and tilted my chin up gently so I was looking into his eyes.

"Daddy? Where did you get that from?"

I smirked and looked away. "I read it in one of those romance books. The girls always call their men Daddy while making out... I find it hot," I said, blushing.

Nathan chuckled and kissed my cheek before whispering into my ear, "I like it when you call me that."

Wrapped in Nathan’s arms, sleep eventually found me. It was the kind of sleep that didn’t feel heavy or restless, just warm and safe—like my entire world had settled.

When I woke up, the sky outside the window was still dim, the earliest blush of dawn barely lighting the room. The world was quiet, and for a moment, I just lay there, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of Nathan’s breathing.

He looked peaceful, lips slightly parted, lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. His face was so relaxed, free of tension. And gods, he looked so hot—breathtaking, even in sleep. His bare chest rose and fell gently beneath the sheet, toned and smooth, a soft sheen from the early light catching on his skin.

My heart fluttered. Butterflies danced wildly in my belly, brushing against the walls of my ribs like they were trying to fly free. I couldn’t help but lean in, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek, then another to the corner of his lips. He didn’t stir.

Smiling to myself, I trailed kisses lower—down the curve of his neck, across his collarbone, and then along the lines of his bare chest. My lips moved slowly, savoring the taste and warmth of him. His skin was smooth, warm beneath my mouth. I could feel his heartbeat beneath the surface.

Lower still, I kissed the flat of his stomach, just above the waistband of his briefs. He twitched slightly, a low hum in his throat as his body began to wake.

My fingers gently held the band of his underwear as I hovered just above it, my heart pounding.

Suddenly, his voice broke through the silence, rough with sleep. "Hailee... what are you doing?"

I looked up at him with a playful glint in my eyes. "Giving you a good morning."

His eyes locked with mine—still sleepy, but darkened by something else now. Desire. Surprise. Affection. "You’re something else," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Gently, I slipped the waistband lower, and his hardened cock was displayed at me.

I stared at his dick with admiration before I began stroking it while placing tender kisses on it.

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