Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Sweet torture.

*~ Caspian’s POV~*

"Fine. What do you want?" I spat, my voice sharp. "Just stay away from me, you heartless monster."

Her face didn’t flinch. Not even a twitch of guilt or pain. I was waiting for it—for a glimpse of the woman I once knew. The one who used to call Cayden a monster with real hatred in her eyes. Maybe if I said it to her face, perhaps if I called her what she feared most... it would snap her out of this.

But she didn’t flinch.

She smirked.

"Will you still call me a monster," she purred, her voice like silk and sin, "when you’re deep inside me, tugging my hair, your size stretching me open while you growl like you did that night?"

I froze. Flabbergasted. Her words wrapped around me like a noose.

And then...God help me...she moved. Slowly, deliberately, her fingers lifted to the hem of her gown. My heart thudded. No. No, not now.

She slipped one sleeve down, then the other, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulder, her collarbone. I swallowed. Hard. A heat swirled low in my stomach, tightening, roaring. Don’t react. Don’t give in.

But my body betrayed me.

The gown slid lower, past her breasts, exposing her black lace bra, until it fluttered to her knees and pooled at her feet. Now she stood before me in nothing but that bra and matching panties. Her skin glowed. Her figure slender, soft, and dangerous was carved like a siren meant to destroy men.

"Now," she whispered, stepping out of her dress completely. "Come to me, Caspian. And don’t hold back. Growl for me. Just like you did earlier ... I need to fuck the angry version of you tonight." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Hazel." My chest heaved. " You don’t want to do this."

"Oh, but I do." Her voice was velvet. Certain.

"Then I don’t." My voice cracked.

Her gaze dropped. "Are you sure?" she asked, eyes flicking toward my crotch.

I followed her stare.

Shit.

My length was already hard, pressing against the fabric, betraying everything my mouth just said. My cheeks flamed red. What the hell is happening to me?

She smiled, catlike and wicked, and sauntered toward me. Her hips swayed, deliberate and slow. When she reached me, her arms wrapped gently around my neck, fingers threading into my hair.

"Don’t worry," she whispered, pressing her lips just beside my ear, her breath hot. "I’m your wife. It’s perfectly normal for married couples to explore... new desires."

No. This isn’t normal.

None of this is normal.

Not when her emotions are turned off like a broken switch and I’ve been tasked with flipping them back on. Not when the world around us is chaos and she—this woman, this creature could kill me in a second if she wanted to.

And yet... here I was. Standing frozen. Watching her.

Her hand slid up to her bra strap—slow, seductive, like she knew every move was torture. Then...click...she unhooked it.

"Wait. Please... don’t."

My voice cracked.

I squeezed my eyes shut, sweat trickling down my temple. I didn’t know why, but my body... my body was betraying me. Craving her. Weak for her. Even when everything in me screamed not to be.

My fingers barely touched hers now. I wasn’t holding her back. I was yearning.

God, I wanted to pounce on her.

To grab her hips, pin her to the wall. To hear her gasp as I filled her. To tug her hair and make her feel every inch of what she asked for. Just like she said.

I wanted to suck on those breasts until she was whimpering beneath me.

I wanted to taste her. To bury my face between her thighs until she screamed my name and shattered back into herself—emotionally, mentally, spiritually—like I could bring her soul back through pleasure alone.

But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

"Don’t worry," she said, voice like velvet soaked in sin. "All of this is normal."

Then she took off her bra.

And my chest dropped—hard and fast—like I’d been hit.

Her breasts stood full and proud, nipples already hard, begging.

Then she pressed them together temptation incarnate.

"Please," she whispered. "Kiss me. Pleasure me. It’s been so long since anyone touched me like that."

She stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine.

"If you don’t..." she purred, tilting her head, "I’ll ask Cayden instead. And you know he won’t hold back."

Thank the Goddess this isn’t Hazel.

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