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.

hide the bulge pressing against them, thick and hard and twitching under the fabric. My mouth went dry. My legs weakened slightly, and I instinctively took

took a

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

from him hit me in waves. His scent—earthy, dominant, wild—was thick in the

I asked, even though deep down,

drink. A sexual craving potion… but it's not working the way it's supposed

lips parted

from me now, his hands trembling at his sides. "Tried to leave, to stay away from you, but this—" He grabbed my wrist suddenly, pressing it against his chest so I could feel the thunder of

way his cock twitched beneath the

a few touches from you and it will die down…" Louis pleaded desperately, his

My wolf whimpered from the

I'm sure she'll welcome you with open arms. That is her job as your

ached. They haven't called me that name for the past four years, and hearing him say it in the most sexual voice I have ever heard made shivers run down

pulling me toward you. No one can detoxify me except

bitterly. "Anita has your mark too, doesn't she? Tell your wolf that and get out. Leave me the hell

fast to push the sting from my eyes. It hurt. It hurt that he was here because of a drug, not because he wanted me. If

closer still, until his chest was brushing my

I will do anything you ask of me… anything you want… please 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

whispered, voice brushing against my ear like a plea wrapped

racing. Then I finally whispered, "I don't have

swear!" he answered