Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 74: Sweet torture.

Chapter 74: Sweet torture.

*~ Caspian’s POV~*

"Fine. What do you want?" I spat, my voice sharp. "Just stay away from me, you heartless monster."

Her face didn’t flinch. Not even a twitch of guilt or pain. I was waiting for it—for a glimpse of the woman I once knew. The one who used to call Cayden a monster with real hatred in her eyes. Maybe if I said it to her face, perhaps if I called her what she feared most... it would snap her out of this.

But she didn’t flinch.

She smirked.

"Will you still call me a monster," she purred, her voice like silk and sin, "when you’re deep inside me, tugging my hair, your size stretching me open while you growl like you did that night?"

I froze. Flabbergasted. Her words wrapped around me like a noose.

And then...God help me...she moved. Slowly, deliberately, her fingers lifted to the hem of her gown. My heart thudded. No. No, not now.

She slipped one sleeve down, then the other, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulder, her collarbone. I swallowed. Hard. A heat swirled low in my stomach, tightening, roaring. Don’t react. Don’t give in.

But my body betrayed me.

The gown slid lower, past her breasts, exposing her black lace bra, until it fluttered to her knees and pooled at her feet. Now she stood before me in nothing but that bra and matching panties. Her skin glowed. Her figure slender, soft, and dangerous was carved like a siren meant to destroy men.

"Now," she whispered, stepping out of her dress completely. "Come to me, Caspian. And don’t hold back. Growl for me. Just like you did earlier ... I need to fuck the angry version of you tonight."

"Hazel." My chest heaved. " You don’t want to do this."

"Oh, but I do." Her voice was velvet. Certain.

"Then I don’t." My voice cracked. Correct content is on NovelFire

Her gaze dropped. "Are you sure?" she asked, eyes flicking toward my crotch.

I followed her stare.

Shit.

My length was already hard, pressing against the fabric, betraying everything my mouth just said. My cheeks flamed red. What the hell is happening to me?

She smiled, catlike and wicked, and sauntered toward me. Her hips swayed, deliberate and slow. When she reached me, her arms wrapped gently around my neck, fingers threading into my hair.

"Don’t worry," she whispered, pressing her lips just beside my ear, her breath hot. "I’m your wife. It’s perfectly normal for married couples to explore... new desires."

No. This isn’t normal.

None of this is normal.

Not when her emotions are turned off like a broken switch and I’ve been tasked with flipping them back on. Not when the world around us is chaos and she—this woman, this creature could kill me in a second if she wanted to.

And yet... here I was. Standing frozen. Watching her.

Her hand slid up to her bra strap—slow, seductive, like she knew every move was torture. Then...click...she unhooked it.

"Wait. Please... don’t."

My voice cracked.

I squeezed my eyes shut, sweat trickling down my temple. I didn’t know why, but my body... my body was betraying me. Craving her. Weak for her. Even when everything in me screamed not to be.

My fingers barely touched hers now. I wasn’t holding her back. I was yearning.

God, I wanted to pounce on her.

To grab her hips, pin her to the wall. To hear her gasp as I filled her. To tug her hair and make her feel every inch of what she asked for. Just like she said.

I wanted to suck on those breasts until she was whimpering beneath me.

I wanted to taste her. To bury my face between her thighs until she screamed my name and shattered back into herself—emotionally, mentally, spiritually—like I could bring her soul back through pleasure alone.

But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

"Don’t worry," she said, voice like velvet soaked in sin. "All of this is normal."

Then she took off her bra.

And my chest dropped—hard and fast—like I’d been hit.

Her breasts stood full and proud, nipples already hard, begging.

Then she pressed them together temptation incarnate.

"Please," she whispered. "Kiss me. Pleasure me. It’s been so long since anyone touched me like that."

She stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine.

"If you don’t..." she purred, tilting her head, "I’ll ask Cayden instead. And you know he won’t hold back."

My jaw clenched. Rage. Desire. Jealousy. Everything flared.

"So please," she said again, softer this time. "My body’s begging for you. Kiss me, darling. Touch me. Make me feel something again."

And then just when I thought I might still have control she stepped forward.

Each of her steps matched the pounding rhythm of my heartbeat. Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.

She reached for me.

I flinched the moment her fingers grazed mine. Her touch was soft, maddeningly warm. She lifted my hand and without hesitation placed it against her breast.

Soft. Full. Bare.

She moaned quiet and aching..arching into my touch like she’d been starving for it.

"Don’t be gentle now," she whispered, voice thick with need. "I need the rage you were showing earlier."

Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned in, eyes daring me to snap.

"You want to fix me?" she asked. "Then fuck the emotions back into me. Fuck the hell out of me. Bring me to the edge. Over and over. And then... right before I break... tell me to turn it on."

Her words sliced straight through my restraint. She was right. Insane pleasure might be the only thing strong enough to reach what’s left of her. To awaken something inside. Something real.

God. Maybe this was the only way.

Maybe this was the "other method."

My grip on her tightened instinctively.

"You want hard, baby?" I murmured darkly, dragging her closer, our bodies now pressed together, heat to heat.

I lowered my voice to a growl.

"Then brace yourself... because I’m about to fuck the Hazel out of you."

Thank the Goddess this isn’t Hazel.

She’s not fragile, not soft anymore she’s a monster. And for once, I don’t have to hold back. No more worrying about hurting her. No more restraint.

I grabbed her by the throat not to choke, but to own and slammed her back against the wall. Her head tilted up in invitation, lips parted, eyes daring me. I pressed into her, close enough to feel her heat, to smell the lust on her skin.

My hand seized her breast, rough and greedy, thumb circling the stiff peak. Her nipple was already hard, pink and flushed like it had been waiting for my mouth.

She moaned.

"Will you just play with it like that?" she gasped.

I smirked. "You don’t get to give the orders, darling."

I twisted her nipple, just enough to make her body jerk. "You said you wanted it hard. So now you’ll take exactly what I give you."

As my fingers tormented her breast, my other hand slid down, hovering just above her soaked panties. I didn’t touch—not yet. Just the heat of my palm was enough to make her gasp and shift her hips.

"You’re already dripping," I murmured, voice like gravel. "So desperate and I’ve barely touched you."

"Please," she whispered. "Stop teasing. Just take me. Do it."

I leaned in, letting my lips brush against her ear.

"Oh, no, sweetheart. You’ve been teasing me for days. It’s my turn to make you beg."

I kissed the inside of her thigh, slow and taunting.

"You want me to devour this pretty little flower?" I purred. "Want me to fuck it until you’re sobbing my name?" NovelFire

She trembled.

"Then turn it on."

My eyes locked with hers. "Show me something real, and I promise you—I’ll ruin every inch of you."

She was breathing hard now. Her fingers clenched the edge of the table I’d just lifted her onto. Her soaked panties clung to her skin, a visible sign of surrender.

"You asked to see the other side of me," I growled, spreading her thighs. "Well, now you’ve got him. And I’m going to torture you... beautifully."

My fingers trailed along the hem of her panties—still not pulling them off. Just teasing. Drawing out the ache.

She gasped, her body twitching when I brushed over her entrance, barely touching. Her legs stiffened, her hips jerked forward.

Bullseye. I’d found her spot—and I wasn’t even trying yet.

Still, I didn’t give in.

"Please," she begged, her voice ragged. "Caspian... I swear, I’ll give you everything. Just... please..fuck me."