Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Teasing

Hailee’s POV

His lips crushed against mine, and all the tension, all the heat, everything we hadn’t said poured into it. One of his hands slid up my back, the other cupped my jaw with aching tenderness, anchoring me to him like I was the only thing he needed.

My fingers clutched his shirt as I kissed him back, my breath hitching. The car was suddenly too small, too hot, and the windows were fogging around us like we were trapped inside our own little storm.

He broke the kiss only for a second, his breath brushing over my lips.

"You drive me crazy, Hailee. I can’t pretend anymore."

"Callum..." I whispered, my heart pounding, but I wasn’t sure if it was a warning to stop or a plea to continue.

"I meant it," he said, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Everything I said in there. I don’t care who’s watching. You’re mine."

His words lit something inside me, something wild and reckless, and I didn’t even try to fight it.

I leaned in again.

And this time, I kissed him.

We both moaned as he pushed the seat backward, giving us more space—though it still felt like the air between us was electric and too tight.

His hands found my waist, gripping me as if afraid I’d disappear, and I climbed onto his lap without thinking, straddling him in one smooth motion. My skirt bunched around my thighs, but I didn’t care.

Callum’s hands slid up under the skirt, his palms warm against my skin. My heart thudded in my chest like a drum. Our kisses deepened—hot, breathless, consuming. There was nothing gentle anymore. It was messy, consuming.

His lips trailed down my jaw, kissing the sensitive spot beneath my ear as I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. I could feel the thrum of his pulse against my chest, matching the frantic beat of my own heart.

"Callum..." I breathed again, barely recognizing my own voice.

He growled softly in response, the sound vibrating through me. One of his hands slid down, fingers gripping my thigh before inching upward. My breath caught as he shifted the edge of my panties aside, his fingertips brushing against my bare skin.

I moaned—soft and helpless—as he caressed me, the pad of his finger circling my entrance with maddening restraint. My hips bucked forward, seeking more, but he held me still with his free hand, his gaze locking on mine.

"You’re shaking," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me to stop, and I will."

I didn’t. I couldn’t.

Instead, I leaned forward, my forehead pressed against his as I whispered, "Don’t stop."

His thumb stroked me again, more firmly this time, and I whimpered into his mouth as he kissed me, swallowing every sound I made. His touch was relentless—torturously slow, teasing, like he wanted to memorize every reaction.

"Look at me," he murmured, and when I met his eyes, he slipped a finger inside my wet pussy.

My moan was swallowed by his kiss, my body trembling as his finger moved inside me—slow, deliberate, like he was learning me one stroke at a time. My breath hitched, my fingers clutching his shoulders, needing something to ground me before I completely unraveled.

"Callum..." I gasped again, barely able to speak, my voice cracking under the weight of everything I was feeling.

"Shh," he breathed, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then lower to my neck. "Just feel me."

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