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

but my hand didn't

know," she murmured, barely audible, her hand still

shut as I

over her lips again, shoulders tensing. My mouth was still at her chest, and when I heard her muffled gasp, I suckled her nipple again,

went through me nearly made

but determined to keep going. And gods, I

rhythm only we knew—while

it felt like more than

felt like something we'd been

the pace of her strokes on my cock, while I matched her rhythm with my fingers inside her. Our eyes locked, and I watched how breathtaking she looked when lost in pleasure. She bit her lips hard to

Too close. And I couldn't release—not here, not now. If

wrist and stopped her. "I can't cum," I whispered,

I quickly covered her mouth with my hand. She bit into my palm, lost in pleasure, but I didn't pull away. I kept stroking her until

pulled my fingers out of her before licking them

pulled her away from my chest,

softly and tucked her

careful not to move too much, aware that my brothers still lay asleep on either side of us. The weight of what we'd

crossed

instead of guilt, all I felt

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

She felt like home.

gods, that terrified me more than

say, or how we'd face the others. But right now… in this

I didn't care.

She was mine.

for the

belonged there. My chest rose and fell slowly, and her fingers

afraid to

her eyes to meet mine. They were soft, shining even in