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.

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 jolt

to me. My hands roamed lower, gripping her waist, then trailing over

against my lips as my fingers found her thigh, slowly

But she didn't.

a hunger I couldn't control. She

her bare skin—warm and inviting. I cupped her breast through the thin fabric, feeling

She gasped, parting her legs for me, her body already begging for more. My fingers found her slick heat, and I groaned as I teased her before pushing a

tight she was. My cock throbbed at the thought of sinking into her. "So fucking tight," I groaned, my

had

threaten anyone who

despite how much I hated her, I

was soaking wet, and

heaven. I had never felt this way—not with anyone—and definitely

our kiss, swallowing every

hers, trailing down her neck as I tugged the towel off her shoulders. My eyes darkened at the

into my mouth, sucking hard while my other hand played with her nipple. Her moans filled the room, her body trembling beneath

feel her fall apart first. My finger drove into her faster, her walls

letting her ride out her climax before I pulled my finger out. Bringing them to my lips, I licked them clean, savoring

was rising and falling rapidly, her wide

at my lips as I met her gaze. "It seems you want me just like I thought." I smirked and took a step away, forcing myself

Louis did better. Learn from him, Alpha Lennox. You have a long

vanished

room as her

Unfortunately, Louis did better.

jaw clenched, fingers curling into fists at my sides. She was taunting me, daring

fucking idea—the beast she was

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

name

a step toward

She held her ground.

Of course, she did.

her jaw, tilting her face up to mine, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her pupils were still blown wide, her lips swollen

murmured, my voice deadly calm. "You think saying such a

breath hitched, but she masked it quickly, her glare

have seen the way I moaned for

a dark

stepped back, letting my eyes

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 been