Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Take Me

Nathan’s POV

Her whole body trembled around my finger, and I knew she was right at the edge. It was only a matter of time now.

"Please..." she whispered desperately, her voice breaking as her forehead pressed harder into the glass. "Nathan... please."

I smiled darkly against her shoulder. That one word was all I had been waiting for.

I withdrew my finger slowly, savoring the soft cry of protest that slipped from her lips. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her back slightly before I spun her around with a firm motion.

Her back hit the glass window, the cool pane kissing her heated skin. She gasped at the sensation, wide eyes staring up at me.

I wrapped one hand around my length and pressed the tip against her slick entrance. She moaned instantly, her knees buckling as I held her steady.

"Say it again," I ordered, my voice low and authorative.

"Please," she breathed, desperate now.

I moved my hips in slow circles, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet folds, teasing her with just enough pressure to make her shudder. But I didn’t push inside.

She whimpered, her hands gripping my shoulders as though she could force me closer. Then she kissed me—hard, almost frantic. I kissed her back just as fiercely, devouring her lips as I kept rubbing myself against her, each movement of my hips sending a shiver through her body.

She broke the kiss suddenly, her lips trembling as her eyes locked onto mine.

"I want you to go in..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "I want you to take my virginity, Nathan. Please."

Her plea hit me like a blade to the chest, but I clenched my jaw, forcing the emotion back down.

"No," I said firmly, my forehead pressing to hers.

She blinked at me, stunned, breathless. "W-why?"

"Because you still have feelings for three guys, Hailee," I said, my voice a low growl. "And until you decide who you truly want... I won’t be the one you regret. I won’t let you give me something that belongs only to the man you choose."

Tears filled her eyes again as I kept rubbing my cock against her entrance. The desire to take her was consuming me, but I didn’t lose control.

Her eyes were glassy, her chest heaving as she clung to me, her desperation radiating off her in waves. I could feel the heat of her core against the head of my length, slick and pulsing, and it was driving me insane.

"Spread your thighs wider," I ordered.

She hesitated only a second before obeying, her legs trembling as she opened herself up for me completely. I stepped back just enough to look at her—really look at her.

And damn...

Her pussy was glistening for me, dripping, her arousal trailing down the soft curve of her inner thighs. The sight alone almost broke every ounce of control I had left.

"Look at you," I muttered darkly, my hand gripping the base of my cock. "So wet... and all for me."

I pressed the tip of my length against her entrance again, just enough for the heat of her to wrap around the surface. The sensation was electric, like a spark shooting straight through my body.

"Damn," I growled, closing my eyes for a moment, "just the surface is killing me..."

I moved my hips forward slightly, letting the head of my cock drag slowly over her entrance again, teasing her folds, feeling her quiver.

She whimpered softly, her hands gripping the edge of the window behind her, her knees shaking.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Nathan, I can’t..."

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of her face, my cock still resting at her entrance, throbbing with the effort it took not to push in.

"You think this is easy for me?" I rasped, my breath warm against her lips. "Do you have any idea how much I want to bury myself inside you right now?"

She whimpered again, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.

But I didn’t move. I held her there, my length pressed at her entrance, torturing us both.

"You’re not ready," I said, my voice firm, my jaw tight. "Not until you know you’re mine—and only mine."

I shifted slightly, dragging the tip along her folds again, feeling her body clench instinctively as if begging me to claim her.

The restraint was agony. But so was the thought of her giving this part of herself away with doubts still in her heart.

I kept rubbing against her, my length gliding along her wet folds, teasing her entrance with every slow thrust of my hips. Her head tipped back against the glass, her lips parted as soft, strangled gasps escaped her.

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