Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 43: Crazy sex!

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.

He threw his head back, a husky groan slipping from his lips as his chest expanded. That sound... I wanted to keep pulling it from him.

My lips hovered over the tip, my tongue brushing lightly.

He jerked.

His fingers tightened in my hair as he whispered, breath ragged and thick with restraint, "Please, Hazel... be gentle."

His plea sent heat straight to my core.

I took him into my mouth, slow, deliberate. Inch by inch, until my lips ached, and my throat adjusted. My fingers moved to his balls, massaging as my mouth sucked, tasted, explored. It tasted good

"Damn it, Hazel, I’m " he growled, before suddenly pulling 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 tongue as his release coated my lips and dripped between us.

His hands gripped under my thighs and he carried me to the bed with ease.

He hovered over me, his body blocking every light from above. I was completely covered, completely seen. His gaze locked on my body and landed right there.

I moved to cover myself, heart racing.

"Don’t look at it..." I whispered, my face heating as I turned away. Correct content is on

"Darling..." he cooed, brushing my hands aside. "Let me see my beautiful flower."

And then I was exposed.

Fully.

His smirk widened, hungry and appreciative. "It’s beautiful, Hazel. You’re beautiful. But you know what’s going to be even more beautiful?"

I shook my head, lips parted, body trembling.

"What you’re going to feel when I’m done with it."

Then his head dipped, and his tongue touched me. My back arched off the bed as I screamed not in pain, but in something far more dangerous.

My entire body shivered as his mouth devoured me, his fingers entering me with sinful rhythm before bringing them up to his lips and licking them.

"No, Caspian...it’s dirty" I gasped, breath caught between protest and pleasure.

He shook his head, his voice low and reverent. "No, darling. It’s far from dirty. Everything from you is perfect."

His eyes burned into mine. "Do you want more?"

Did he even have to ask?

I couldn’t speak. I could only moan loudly, needy.

He chuckled darkly. "I’ll take that as a yes."

He grabbed my breasts, kneading, then sucked my nipples, rolling them between his tongue and teeth while my body writhed beneath him.

"Caspian... please... don’t stop."

My voice sounded foreign in my ears, drunk on heat.

He entered me slowly...big, thick, while his mouth stayed on my breasts. My walls clenched around him and I saw stars, gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into the hard muscles of his back.

He moved slowly, deeply, every thrust sending waves of pleasure so deep I thought I’d lose my sanity.

His breathing shifted. His scent shifted. His eyes changed. Claws grazed my waist. His wolf was rising.

"I’ll fuck you hard... stop me now," he growled, but his voice wasn’t just his anymore. It was deeper, otherworldly. His wolf was in control, hovering just under the skin.

I didn’t stop him. I wanted it... Everything he has to offer I NEED it

He lifted me from the bed with inhuman strength and pinned me to the wall. His mouth kissed and bit at my neck, and I could barely breathe.

"Hazel..." he called gently.

I moaned in response.

"Breathe... let it out," he whispered, and I did.

"Good girl."

That sent me over the edge. The words. The heat. The way his voice dipped into command and comfort.

My hands tangled in his hair as my body convulsed, vision bleeding into red, then black. It was like I was transported, my mind leaving my body and floating into another world completely

And that’s when I heard it. A voice. Faint, but crystal clear. It was a voice that was similar to Cayden’s own but a younger version.

"...Cyrius stop!"