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.

my touch. The way her thighs instinctively pressed together, the way her body arched subtly toward me, pulled a low growl

but

audible, her hand still over

as I dipped

chest, and when I heard her muffled gasp, I suckled her nipple again, flicking it with my tongue. Her reaction was immediate—her free

jolt that went through me

certain what she was doing, but determined to keep going. And gods, I let her. My hips twitched into her hand, my mouth still latched to

rhythm only we

reckless. Forbidden. And yet… it felt

we'd been denying

my fingers inside her. Our eyes locked, and I watched how breathtaking she looked when lost in pleasure. She bit her lips hard to keep

was close. Too close. And I couldn't release—not here, not now. If I did, my brothers

"I can't cum," I whispered,

She bit into my palm, lost in pleasure, but I didn't pull away. I kept stroking

slowly pulled my fingers out

from

exhaled softly and tucked her face against my chest again, her fingers resting lightly against my

too much, aware that my brothers still lay asleep on either side of us. The weight of what we'd

crossed a

instead of guilt, all I

the quiet,

She felt like home.

gods, that terrified me more

tomorrow would bring. I didn't know what she'd say, or how we'd

I didn't care.

She was mine.

for

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

almost afraid to break

soft, shining even in the dim light. No words passed between us. They