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.

the bulge pressing against them, thick and hard and twitching under the fabric. My mouth went dry. My legs weakened

a

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

scent—earthy, dominant, wild—was thick in

though deep down, I

was drugged," 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

inches 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

the heat of his skin. The way his heart raced. And the way his cock twitched beneath the fabric of his

just a few touches from you and it will die down…" Louis pleaded

step away. My wolf whimpered from the distance,

crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes. "Go to Anita, Louis. I'm sure she'll welcome you with open arms. That

called me that name

me toward you. No one can detoxify me except you…

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

from my eyes. It hurt. It hurt that he was here because of a drug, not because he wanted me. If not

brushing my back. His arousal pressed

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

like a plea wrapped in silk.

for a moment, my heart pounding, my mind racing. Then I finally whispered, "I don't have a request right

swear!" he