Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 57: Let Me Touch You

Chapter 57: Let Me Touch You

Olivia's POV

I was about going to bed when I got a whiff of a familiar smell. I instantly knew it was Louis.

I didn't need to check—I already knew he was right outside my door. His scent was too close, too intense.

Not wanting him to barge into my room, I sprang out of bed and headed for the door, deciding that whatever he had to say, he could say it from the hallway. But the moment I pulled the door open, I was met with a sight that made me hesitate.

Louis stood there, breathing heavily, his body glistening with sweat, and his usually cool brown eyes now burned with something wild? Hunger? Desperation? I couldn't tell. Before I could even form a sentence, he shoved me gently but firmly back into the room, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. Then he pressed himself against the door.

I furrowed my brow, confused. "Louis, what—?"

But the moment I saw his eyes—those burning, untamed eyes—I knew something was wrong.

He didn't say a word. Just leaned against the door like he was trying to hold himself together, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with the effort of restraint. His shirt clung to him, soaked with sweat, and then, unexpectedly, he began to undo the remaining buttons.

One. Two. Three.

I watched, dumbfounded, as he shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor like it meant nothing. And gods… his chest. All muscle and heat and raw power, flexing with every breath he took. His body was tensed like a predator fighting a leash.

My eyes dropped lower—unintentionally.

and twitching under the fabric. My mouth went dry. My legs weakened slightly, and

a step

voice hoarse

my heart pounding in my ears. The heat rolling from him hit me in waves. His scent—earthy, dominant, wild—was thick in the air, and it wrapped around me like a blanket. My sexually starved wolf was purring

though deep

he responded immediately, jaw clenched. "Something in the drink. A sexual craving potion… but it's not working the way it's supposed to. I don't

lips parted

hands trembling at his sides. "Tried to leave, to stay away from you, but this—" He grabbed my

skin. The way his heart raced. And the way his cock twitched

promise I won't go far… just a few touches from you and it will die down…"

sharp step away. My wolf whimpered from the distance, aching for his touch, but

"Go to Anita, Louis. I'm sure she'll welcome you with open arms. That is her job as your

frantically shook his head and looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please, Oli…" he gasped. My heart ached. They haven't called me that name for the past four years,

you. No one can

mark too, doesn't she? Tell your wolf that and get out. Leave

from my eyes. It hurt. It hurt that he was here because of a drug, not because he wanted me. If not for that potion, he wouldn't have

my back. His arousal pressed hard against me, making

you… damn! I don't want to touch you against your will, but my control is slipping away… I don't know if I will be able to control myself any moment from now." He pleaded, and I knew he was right. Soon he might not be able to control his desires, and whether I agreed or not, he would have

voice brushing against my ear like

don't have a request right now. But know this—when I do, you owe me. Whatever I ask, you will grant

swear!" he