Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

Callum's POV

My thrusts were brutal, each one driving into her with the kind of force that left no doubt in my mind that she was mine. I wanted this to be the best she'd ever had, wanted her to remember me in every breath, every tremor in her body. And from the way she looked—drained, flushed, and completely undone—I knew I was doing exactly that.

"One last style," I groaned, pulling out of her reluctantly. My cock twitched at the loss of her heat, but I wasn't done. "On your feet, baby girl."

She shivered as I helped her up, her legs trembling, her breathing ragged. She managed to stand, though barely, and I moved in behind her. My voice was low and rough against her ear. "We're doing The Bends. Bend for me."

She bent at the waist, her hands braced on her knees, presenting herself perfectly. I slid into her from behind in one smooth, claiming thrust, my hands gripping her hips hard for control. The angle made her moan, her back arching, and I leaned forward, my chest brushing her spine as I began to move.

The rhythm started steady, my hips slamming into her with precision, my cock hitting that deep spot over and over. I reached between her thighs, my fingers finding her clit, circling it slowly as I drove into her. Her moans grew breathless, desperate, the sound making my blood burn.

I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then trailed my hand up to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. She gasped, and I took that as my cue to push harder, my thrusts turning sharp, aggressive. Every snap of my hips made her body jolt forward, her knees threatening to give out, but my grip on her hips kept her steady.

"Fuck… Hailee," I growled, the heat building fast, my control slipping. The slick heat of her wrapped around me, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room—it was too much. I was right there, about to cum.

I pounded into her harder, faster, chasing the release I knew was seconds away. Her voice broke on my name, and that was it—I spilled into her with a guttural moan, filling her so deep I swore she could feel it in her bones.

But then, suddenly, her body went slack.

"Hailee?" My voice snapped into panic as I caught her just before she dropped. Her head lolled against me, her breathing uneven. My heart kicked into overdrive, the high of release vanishing instantly. I pulled her close, cradling her against my chest as I pulled out. "Hailee! Baby, stay with me."

Her weight was nothing in my arms, and it scared the hell out of me how limp she was. The flush in her cheeks was fading, and for a second, my chest tightened so hard I thought I'd stop breathing.

"Hailee, damn it… open your eyes," I muttered, lowering us both to the couch. I laid her on her back, brushing her damp hair away from her face, my fingers trembling in a way they never did in a fight. Her skin was hot from the heat of what we'd just done, but underneath, I could feel the weakness in her muscles.

I leaned down, my forehead against hers, forcing myself to breathe slow. "Please… you are scaring me," I rasped.

She stirred faintly, a soft sound slipping from her lips as she called my name, barely a whisper. Relief punched through me, so strong it almost hurt. I cupped her cheek, my thumb stroking lightly. "That's it, baby girl. Stay with me."

I shifted her into my lap, holding her close, feeling every shaky breath she took. My cum was still warm inside her, but right now, that didn't matter. What mattered was keeping her in my arms, knowing she was okay.

I kissed her temple, my voice low and rough in her ear. "I'm sorry…" Her lashes fluttered, her gaze meeting mine for the briefest moment before she let out a tired, content sigh and let her head rest against my shoulder.

I held her close, brushing my hand over her damp hair, trying to calm the thundering in my chest. The way she'd gone limp scared the hell out of me. I'd pushed too far, trying to prove something I didn't need to prove. She was already here, already mine in every way that mattered.

And deep down, I made a silent promise to myself; I will never fuck her like that to prove a point again. But I also knew something else—Nathan would never touch her again. I would never share her with anyone.

"Then claim her," my wolf snarled at me.

My heart raced… was my wolf suggesting I mark Hailee as my mate? My eyes widened at the thought, but the more I let it sink in, the more it burned through me. The idea of her walking out that door still unclaimed… still free for someone else to touch… it made something primal twist hard in my gut.

I tilted her chin up, forcing her sleepy gaze to meet mine. "Hailee…" My voice was low, almost a growl. "Let me be your mate. Please Let me mark you."

Her brows pulled together, confusion flickering in her eyes. "Callum… I—I don't understand…"

"You do," I said firmly, my thumb stroking over her jaw. "I'm not asking for maybe, I'm not asking for later. I'm telling you I want you—only you. I want my scent on you so strong, everyone knows you're mine."

She hesitated, her lips parting like she wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

I leaned closer, my nose brushing hers. "I'm not confused, Hailee. I know exactly what I want. I want you—as my mate."

Her breath hitched, but before she could answer, her phone began to ring, loud and sharp in the quiet.

She blinked, the sound breaking whatever spell I'd just cast. She glanced at the screen, then back at me with an apologetic look. "I… I have to go."

The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I could still smell myself on her, still feel her warmth wrapped around me, but now she was already pulling away.