Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 15: Feisty human

~Hazel’s POV~

He tasted like sin.

The kind of sin that ruins you. The kind that makes you forget your name and scream his.

His mouth found the soft curve of my neck, and I arched into him, breath hitching as his teeth grazed my skin. My back hit the bed before realizing he’d stripped my coat off. His body caged me in, heat rolling off him in waves as his lips moved lower—claiming, consuming, lost in hunger that wasn’t just his.

No, this wasn’t just him.

This was his wolf. Wild. Untethered. Consumed.

And gods... I wanted it. I wanted him, or them, whatever this was—feral and unfiltered. I didn’t care. I just needed to be devoured.

His mouth crashed against my breast, sucking hard, his fangs scraping my nipple until I whimpered, toes curling. My fingers clawed down his back, nails dragging along taut muscles. I was growling. Me. Growling.

"I hate you," I whispered, not even recognizing my own voice—raw, shaky, desperate.

His hands moved fast, yanking my clothes away, and suddenly I was bare beneath him, skin flushed and trembling. His eyes devoured me. And when our bodies finally touched—skin to skin—I felt it. That raw charge between us is like lightning waiting to strike.

I reached for him, wrapped my hand around his thick, veiny length. He groaned, low and guttural, and I felt it echo through my bones. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. The silence between us was louder than words. It was all tension. All heat. All claws and breath and sweat.

He climbed over me, fingers wrapping tight around my throat—not choking, just holding, as if grounding himself. His eyes met mine, dark and wild.

"You still want to reject me?" he growled, voice breaking apart with need.

"Yes," I breathed. But the word was heavy. Angry. Confused. Full of things I couldn’t name.

And then... he sank his fangs into my neck.

I gasped, loud and shameless, as fire shot through my veins. Caspian’s bite had been sweet, delicate—almost romantic. But this?

This was raw. Feral.

Possessive.

as his mouth latched deeper. His bite branded me in ways I didn’t know were possible, and

him back like I

shouldn’t be doing this. We both knew it. Every touch screamed forbidden. Every thrust was a sin we were willing to commit again

then... he

like that. View the

No warning. No hesitation.

was huge. Too much. But perfect. My walls clenched around him,

I hissed, nails raking down his back as I pushed into his

groaned, his face twisted in pure,

from behind. My knees hit the bed, ass up, as a deep, punishing spank cracked across my skin—followed by

pulsed, wetness dripping down

me?" he growled,

I gasped. "A million

is no longer possible, we are already trapped, but the

little

my mind. My hands tangled in his

said, mouth

forced him

to you," I spat, even as my body betrayed

smirk bloomed across

loved that

me like I weighed nothing, carried me across the room, and laid me out on the polished table.

His eyes devoured me.

I was his prey.

he muttered, his voice

out the light, casting shadows over my flushed, trembling body. Then one

was all

lifted his finger to his lips, tasting me. And sighed