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. My mouth

took a

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

me in waves. His scent—earthy, dominant, wild—was thick in the air, and it wrapped around me

though deep down, I

jaw clenched. "Something in the drink. A sexual craving potion… but it's not working the way it's supposed to. I don't want them. I only want

lips parted

at his sides. "Tried to leave, to stay away from you, but this—" He grabbed my wrist suddenly, pressing

way his cock twitched beneath the fabric of his pants,

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

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 is

called me that name for the past

mate bond is pulling me toward you. No one

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

blinking fast to push the sting from my eyes. It hurt. It hurt that he was here because

chest was brushing my back. His arousal

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

like

stood there for a moment, my heart pounding, my mind racing. Then I finally whispered, "I don't have a request right now. But know this—when I do, you owe me. Whatever I ask, you will

I swear!" he answered