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.

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

whispered, but

murmured, barely audible, her hand still over her

eyes fluttered shut as I dipped another finger

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

went through me nearly made me groan

doing, but determined to keep going. And gods, I let her. My

to a rhythm only

reckless. Forbidden. And yet… it

like something 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 from

knew I was close. Too close. And I couldn't release—not here, not

wrist and stopped her. "I can't

my fingers inside her. Olivia moaned, and 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

satisfied, and slowly pulled my fingers out of her before licking

from my chest, and our

wanted to speak—but instead, she exhaled softly and tucked her

to move too much, aware that my brothers still lay asleep on either side of us. The weight of what we'd done lingered in the

had crossed a

of guilt, all I

in the quiet, while the rest of the world slept on,

She felt like home.

me more than

what she'd say, or how we'd

I didn't care.

She was mine.

only for the

soft against her cheeks, her body curled into mine like she belonged there. My chest rose and fell slowly, and her fingers moved with it, trailing absent circles

I whispered, almost afraid to break

were soft, shining even in the