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.

so soft, already trembling beneath my touch. The way her thighs instinctively pressed together, the way

I whispered, but my hand

hand still over her mouth. "But

I dipped

suckled her nipple again, flicking it with my tongue. Her reaction was immediate—her free hand slid beneath the sheets, down my stomach, fingers curling cock me with trembling

that went through me nearly made me groan

was doing, but determined to keep going. And gods, I let her. My hips twitched into her hand, my mouth still latched to her nipple, while my fingers curled gently inside

we were dancing to a rhythm

reckless. Forbidden. And yet… it felt

we'd

fingers inside her. Our eyes locked, and I watched how breathtaking she looked when lost in pleasure. She

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

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

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 she came undone around my fingers and collapsed into my chest,

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

I pulled her away from my chest, and

she exhaled softly and tucked her face against

eyes and held her close, careful not to move too much, aware that my brothers still lay asleep on either

had crossed a

guilt, all

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

She felt like home.

gods, that terrified me

I didn't know what she'd say, or how we'd face the others. But right now…

I didn't care.

She was mine.

only for

her body curled into mine like she belonged there. My chest rose and fell slowly, and

whispered, almost afraid to

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