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.

did nothing to hide the bulge pressing against them, thick and hard and twitching under the fabric.

a step

help," he rasped, voice hoarse and broken. "Don't run

My throat felt tight, my heart pounding in my ears. The heat rolling from him hit me in waves. His scent—earthy,

though deep down,

sexual craving potion… but it's not working the way it's supposed to. I don't want

parted slightly.

moved closer, his bare chest inches from me now, his hands trembling at his sides. "Tried to leave, to stay away from you,

way his heart raced. And the way his cock twitched beneath the fabric of his pants, pressing harder as he

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

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

name for the past four years, and hearing him say it in the most sexual voice I have ever heard made shivers run

bond is pulling me toward you.

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

hurt. It hurt that he was here because

heard him step closer… and then closer still, until his chest was brushing my back. His arousal

just give me the consent to touch 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

voice brushing against my ear like a plea wrapped in

don't have a

yes. I swear!" he