Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 27: Hurting each other

Chapter 27: Hurting each other

Lennox's POV

I should have walked away.

I should have left her standing there, wet hair clinging to her skin, wrapped in nothing but that damn towel that made it impossible to think straight.

But I didn't.

I couldn't control it—the jealousy, the anger, the possessiveness burning through my veins like wildfire. I knew I shouldn't feel this way. I knew Louis was mated to her too. But the thought of her kissing him, of her enjoying it, of her getting wet for him—for him alone—drove me insane.

And now, here she was, standing before me, wrapped in nothing but a towel, staring at me with those defiant eyes, daring me to react.

"Of course, I enjoyed it," she suddenly said, her voice sharp, cutting through the thick air between us. "We can even fuck if we want. I prefer him to you, and I'd pick him over you any day."

The words hit like a punch to the gut, but I didn't let it show. I just stared at her, my hands pressing against the wall on either side of her.

My entire body went rigid.

She didn't know.

She had no idea.

No idea what she had done to me. No idea what I had been through because of her.

She didn't remember what she did years ago—the words that shattered whatever affection I had for her. She didn't know that those words had already ripped me apart once, and here she was, unknowingly twisting the knife deeper.

She didn't know that was why I hated her.

I forced a smirk, masking the rage threatening to consume me. If she wanted to play this game, fine. But she had no idea who she was playing with.

I leaned in, my lips barely inches from her ear. "Then why, Olivia," I whispered darkly, "why can I smell your arousal right now?"

Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it with a glare. I chuckled, low and dangerous, brushing my fingers against her bare arm just to watch her shiver.

"You can say whatever you want," I murmured, letting my lips almost graze her skin. "You can keep pretending. But your body? It already knows the truth."

Her heart pounded, but she kept a hard expression. "I don't know what you are talking about," she spat.

I smirked. "There's only one way to find out,"

And before she could argue, I cupped her cheeks and crashed my lips against hers.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle.

It was a battle.

into my arms, lips pressing back with just as much force. But the moment my tongue slid against hers—claiming, dominating—she whimpered, and that sound sent a

deepened the kiss, pressing my body against hers, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me. My hands roamed lower, gripping her waist, then

lips as my fingers found her thigh, slowly inching up, teasing, daring her

But she didn't.

parting under mine as I kissed her with a hunger I couldn't control. She

towel, finding her bare skin—warm and inviting. I cupped her breast through the thin fabric, feeling her body shudder at my touch. A low moan escaped her lips,

parting her legs for me, her body already begging for more. My fingers found her slick

she was. My cock throbbed at the thought of sinking into her.

man had ever fucked

made sure to threaten anyone who

how much I hated her, I never

it inside her. She was soaking wet, and it only made me move faster,

had never felt this way—not

her closer, deepening our kiss, swallowing every

down her neck as I tugged the towel off her shoulders.

hard while my other hand played with her nipple. Her moans filled the room, her

but I needed to feel her fall apart first. My finger drove into her faster, her walls tightening around me. Her cries grew louder, her hands clutching at me

out her climax before I pulled my finger

was rising and falling rapidly, her wide

I thought." I smirked and took a step away, forcing myself not to pin her against

as she glared at me. "Unfortunately, Louis did better. Learn from him, Alpha Lennox. You

smirk vanished

room as her

Unfortunately, Louis did better.

turned thick with tension. My jaw clenched, fingers curling into fists at my sides. She was

no idea—no fucking idea—the beast she was

chest still heaved, her body betraying every lie she tried to feed me. I could still smell her arousal—the way she had melted under my touch, the way

name in

took a step toward her,

She held her ground.

Of course, she did.

to meet my gaze. Her pupils were still blown wide,

"You think saying such a

hitched, but she masked it

way I moaned for him," she spat, her chin

let out a dark

letting my eyes rake over

isn't as tight as I thought," I said coldly. "Even Anita—who my brother and I have fucked more times than I can count—is tighter than you. Who knows? Maybe you've