Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

Dane's POV

As I thrust deeper into her, I burned with the need to give her something she had never felt before. An experience unlike anything Nathan or Callum might have given her. My release filled her, hot and claiming, before I slowly pulled out, letting her body shudder as I gently released her. Her breath came in frantic pants, but I wasn't done.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, my voice a low growl.

Hailee nodded frantically, her lips trembling.

I inhaled deeply, steadying the hunger clawing at me. "I'm going to blindfold you and tie you up."

Her breath hitched, the sound trembling between fear and anticipation, but still she nodded.

"Where are your ties?" I pressed.

She swallowed hard, teeth sinking into her lower lip. "Second drawer."

I moved to it quickly, pulling the drawer open and grabbing two ties before returning to her. Catching her wrists, I drew them together slowly, savoring the way her body quivered. My wolf rumbled, low and primal—not from anger, but from the deep satisfaction of her submission. I bound her wrists, wrapping the tie snugly, tight enough to make her feel restrained, to make her surrender, but never tight enough to hurt. My thumb brushed over her pulse, and I cursed under my breath at the wild hammering of her heart.

Stepping behind her, I looped the second tie around her eyes, covering the world in darkness.

"You're mine now," I murmured, so quiet it could have been to myself, yet I knew she heard it.

Guiding her forward, I lifted her onto her reading table. She gasped at the cold surface against her thighs, her bound hands twitching as if she wanted to cover herself but couldn't. Her head turned blindly in my direction, searching for me in the dark world I had placed her in.

That simple act undid me. She trusted me, and trust was sacred to a Dom.

I stepped between her legs, forcing them apart, my palms resting firmly on her knees. She shivered at the command in the touch, at the way I positioned her with such deliberate control. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her lips parted in silence as she waited.

My eyes trailed to her swollen pussy, dripping with my cum. The sight nearly drove me mad. I wanted to claim her, to ruin her, to worship her—all at once.

"Do you feel it?" I whispered, leaning close enough for my breath to stir her hair. "The edge between fear and desire? That's where I want you—where you'll remember me, even when you try to forget."

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, but she nodded. "I feel it."

"Good girl," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice low enough to make her shiver. I let my hands trail down her thighs, parting them wider, thumbs stroking the soft flesh as if I owned every inch of her. "Stay there. Don't move until I tell you."

Her bound hands flexed in her lap, tugging lightly at the restraint. The sound of fabric straining against her wrists made my cock twitch with need. She couldn't see me, couldn't anticipate where I would touch her next. The blindfold forced her into pure sensation—me, everywhere, unpredictable and consuming.

I leaned back, letting her feel my absence for just a moment, long enough for her breath to falter. Then I pressed two fingers into her soaked folds, slow and deliberate, circling her clit before sliding lower. She gasped, arching her back, but I caught her hip in my other hand, pinning her to the desk.

"Too much?" I asked, my tone a dark tease.

"N-no," she whispered, her voice trembling, desperate. "Please… don't stop."

My smile was sharp as I thrust my fingers deep inside her, curling just enough to make her cry out. "That's right. You don't get to tell me when I stop, Hailee. That's mine."

Her head tilted back, blindfold tugging as she shook against the desk, her breath ragged. Every whimper, every arch of her body was mine to command. I fucked her with my fingers harder, deeper, listening to the wet sounds that filled the room, mixing with her soft moans.

Then I pulled out abruptly, leaving her empty, trembling.

She whimpered, her bound hands jerking. "Dane—"

I gripped her chin, forcing her face toward me though she couldn't see. "Patience," I growled, my lips brushing hers but not giving her a kiss. "If you want more, you'll beg for it."

Her lips parted, her breath shaky. "Please…"

"Please what?" I demanded, pushing my cock against her slick entrance but holding still, just enough for her to feel the weight of me there.

"Please fuck me," she gasped, her voice breaking with need. "Please, Dane—I need you inside me."

My control snapped. With a savage growl, I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her scream tore through the air, raw and beautiful, her bound hands jerking as if she could hold on to me through the ties.

I gripped her hips, pounding into her relentlessly, her body sliding slightly against the desk with each thrust. "That's it," I snarled, my forehead pressed against hers, sweat dripping between us. "Take all of me. You wanted me—now you have me."

She moaned brokenly, every sound spilling into my mouth as I finally kissed her, rough and claiming, swallowing her cries as I drove into her harder, faster, marking her from the inside out.

"Say it again," I demanded against her lips, my thrusts brutal and fast. "Say you're mine."

Her head fell back, blindfold slipping, tears leaking down her cheeks as she screamed, "I'm yours, Dane—only yours!"

Her words were fire in my veins. Only mine. The sound of it, the raw desperation in her voice, it nearly broke the leash on my control. My cock throbbed inside her, buried to the hilt, and I wanted to spill every drop of myself into her right then—but no. Not yet.

I growled low, sliding my hand down her trembling body until my fingers found her clit. The second I rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves, her entire body jolted like I'd sent lightning through her.

"D-Dane—" she sobbed, writhing against me, her bound hands tugging uselessly as I circled her clit faster, harder, keeping my cock deep inside her the whole time.

"You're not done," I snarled against her ear, my thrusts growing rougher, deeper. "Not until I say."

Her thighs trembled, her pussy clenching so tight around me it was torture not to cum. I slammed into her over and over, my fingers never leaving her clit, dragging her higher, tearing broken screams from her throat.

She was unraveling, coming apart beneath my touch, and it was everything I'd ever wanted—to have her helpless, begging, surrendering only to me.

But I needed more.