Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 43: Crazy sex!

Author’s Note: I highly recommend playing "Earned It" by The Weeknd as you read this Chapter. It hits differently when the lyrics whisper through your soul and the lights are low.

~Hazel’s POV~

The dim room was stained in amber hues from the low-hanging chandelier, casting golden ripples over the walls like candlelit secrets. The smell of old whiskey danced faintly in the air, mixing with his smoky, masculine, Caspian scent.

His eyes met mine, deep and dark, and already glowing faintly, like he was battling to keep his wolf at bay.

"Be gentle, Caspian," I whispered into his ear, my voice shaky but full of trust. My heart slammed against my ribcage as I reached for the edge of his belt, fingers trembling slightly from nerves and anticipation.

His lips curved into that sinful, confident smile, and his trousers shifted. My eyes dropped. God, it was huge. Still caged by fabric but bold in its outline, and enough to make my breath hitch.

"You go first..." he murmured, voice low and dangerous. Then his fingers tangled into my hair, curling gently but firmly, and I felt the pull of dominance, the electricity that came with being claimed without a single touch

I did exactly what I read in those books.

I loosened his belt, breath catching at every step. The click of the buckle. The whisper of fabric. The tension in his body.

Then his boxers slid down, and it popped out.

I flinched Holy moon! as my eyes widened. Long, veiny, already leaking at the tip. My fingers reached for it, tentative, trembling. When I touched it, we both flinched, a moan rattling in his throat as his hips twitched.

When I looked up to meet his eyes, something had changed.

Gone was the Beta, the perfect gentleman’s charm had gone, What stared back at me now was raw desire, eyes clouded with lust so thick it was hard to breathe.

I circled my fingers around his length, barely able to wrap around it fully, and stroked—slowly, testing, teasing.

as his chest expanded. That sound... I wanted to keep pulling

hovered over the

He jerked.

he whispered, breath ragged and thick with restraint, "Please, Hazel...

heat straight to my

throat adjusted. My fingers moved to

me up by my face and crashing his lips into mine. Hot, hard, claiming. The kiss was wet and wild and hungry, and I could taste him on my

my thighs and he

from above. I was completely covered, completely

moved to cover

whispered, my face heating as I turned away. Correct content

my hands aside. "Let me see my beautiful

I was

Fully.

beautiful, Hazel. You’re beautiful. But you know what’s going to be even more

shook my head,

feel when I’m

arched off the bed as

fingers entering me with

dirty" I gasped, breath caught between protest and

"No, darling. It’s far from

into mine.

he even have to

speak. I could only moan

take that