Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 59

Chapter 58: Tasting Me

Chapter 58: Tasting Me

Olivia's POV

That was all Louis needed.

In an instant, he pulled me by the waist, his grip desperate and possessive, and crashed his lips against mine. I gasped as his mouth devoured mine, hot and urgent, like he'd been starved of me for years. His kiss was wild—raw, needy—and I melted into it before I could even think.

His hands slid down, squeezing my ass firmly, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His sweat-slicked body pressed against my naked skin, burning hot, every line of muscle rubbing against me and making me shudder. His hardness pressed against my stomach, throbbing and unrelenting, and I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He growled low in his throat, like he was losing what little control he had left, and suddenly—without warning—he scooped me up in his arms. I barely had time to gasp before he tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced lightly on the mattress, breathless, dazed.

Louis stood at the edge of the bed, chest heaving, eyes glued to me like I was a feast and he a starving beast.

Our eyes locked.

And then, slowly, deliberately, he reached down and began to unbuckle his belt. His gaze never left mine. His fingers worked the buckle loose with practiced ease, and the quiet clink of metal sent a tremor through me.

"Don't look away," he said, his voice rough, thick with lust. "I want you to watch."

And I did.

Helplessly.

The belt slipped free, falling to the floor with a dull thud. Louis's hands went to the button of his pants, and with one swift motion, he undid it and dragged the zipper down. My heart thundered as he pushed the fabric down his hips, letting both his pants and boxers fall to the ground.

And there he was—naked.

like this. I remembered catching a glimpse of him once at the combat grounds, just before he shifted into his wolf form. But this… this

My breath caught.

at the sheer size—long, wide, with a perfect curve that made my thighs instinctively clench. It was almost intimidating. No, it was

couldn't tear

shaft pulsed, and the head was flushed and glistening. My cheeks burned, heat pooling between my legs. I didn't know whether to gasp, moan, or

then a ridiculous, sinful thought crossed my mind—How the hell did

Same dominant aura.

involuntary mix of awe and disbelief. Whatever magic or madness drove Anita, I had to give her credit. Taking one of them seemed like a challenge. Three? That

he knew exactly what I was thinking. A cocky little smirk

"I'm not fucking you."

and nodded faintly, unable

so wanted… so owned…

never left mine as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His sweat-slicked body hovered over mine, radiating heat and pure need. He looked like a man on the brink of madness—but still holding on… for

mouth closed around my nipple, sucking gently at first—then with

me insane," he rasped between kisses. "Your scent… your skin…

and aching with anticipation. When he reached the inside of my thighs, he spread them gently, reverently—as if

gaze flicked up to mine, dark with

whispered. "I know no one's ever tasted

My breath hitched.

thick with emotion. "Because I have dreamt of

then he

stolen. All that existed was his mouth and the overwhelming waves of pleasure he gave me with it. Slow at first. Then deep. Intentional. Like he was memorizing the taste of me,

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