Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 72: In the mist of my brothers

Lennox's POV

My forehead dropped to her shoulder as I breathed her in.

I could feel every stroke of her hand on my cock—slow, curious, almost shy.

We were like thieves in the dark—touching, exploring, desperate not to wake the others. Levi's breath was steady against her back. Louis still hadn't stirred. And there we were, tangled beneath a single sheet, committing quiet sins in silence.

My hips twitched as she moved again, slower this time, more deliberate.

She turned her head slightly, her breath grazing my cheek.

We didn't speak.

We didn't need to.

Our bodies spoke for us in those stolen, silent moments—full of things we couldn't say aloud.

Her hand pressed tighter over her lips, shoulders tensing. My mouth was still at her chest, and when I heard her muffled gasp, I suckled her nipple again, flicking it lightly with my tongue. I moved carefully, brushing her hair behind her ear. My hand drifted lower, fingers grazing down her side until I reached the heat of her center. She tensed slightly, her breath hitching, and I felt her hand wrap around my wrist.

"Lennox," she whispered, barely a breath. "They might wake up…"

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Then be quiet, little fox."

Her eyes fluttered shut as my finger traced her again—slow, teasing. She was already slick with need, her body betraying her soft protests. I couldn't stop myself. I slid one finger inside her, slow and deep.

She gasped, biting down on her lip, one hand flying up to cover her mouth.

I felt her pussy clench around me, and it took everything in me not to groan. Her other hand reached down between us, shaky but determined, wrapping around me and stroking with trembling fingers.

We moved like shadows—slow, silent, desperate not to be found.

her thighs instinctively pressed together, the way her body

I whispered, but my hand didn't

she murmured, barely audible, her hand

I dipped another finger

suckled her nipple again, flicking it with my tongue. Her reaction was immediate—her free hand slid beneath the sheets,

through me nearly made me

like she wasn't quite certain what she was doing, but determined to keep going. And gods, I let her. My hips twitched into her hand, my mouth

to a rhythm only we knew—while Levi and Louis remained

yet… it felt like more than just

we'd been denying

watched how breathtaking she looked when lost in pleasure. She bit her lips hard to keep from moaning, and I had

I couldn't release—not here, not now. If I did, my brothers would

restraint, I grabbed Olivia's wrist and stopped her. "I can't cum," I whispered, and the

Olivia moaned, and I quickly covered her mouth with my hand. She bit into my palm, lost in

and slowly pulled my fingers out of her

from my chest, and our eyes

she exhaled softly and tucked her face against my chest again, her

asleep on either side of us. The weight of what we'd done lingered in the air—thick, heavy, like smoke

had crossed

of guilt, all I felt was

belonged here—tangled with me in the quiet, while the rest of

She felt like home.

that terrified me more than anything

what she'd say, or how we'd face the others. But

I didn't care.

She was mine.

for the

again—her lashes soft against her cheeks, her body curled into mine like she belonged there. My chest rose and fell slowly,

whispered, almost afraid to

slightly, just enough for her eyes to meet mine. They were soft, shining even in the dim light. No