Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 137: Tell Me

Olivia's POV

"Now no one is here. Don't you think you should fulfill your dare?" Lennox challenged, his green eyes filled with lust and hunger for me. I could tell he was intoxicated by the whiskey, but I could also see the desire for me in his eyes, and he was doing his best not to lose control.

"Why are you silent? Are you chickening out?" he challenged with an annoying smirk on his face, which I found very irritating.

My frown deepened. "I'm a woman."

Lennox scoffed. "Of course you are. But you didn't remember that when you let me kiss you, did you?" he taunted. I frowned and folded my arms, glaring at him.

But Lennox wasn't finished. "Either you complete your dare and no one hears a word about this… or I call Gabriel and tell him his precious wife let me kiss her—and liked it." He smirked.

I frowned deeper, scoffing inwardly. Was he really threatening me?

For a second, I considered telling him to fuck off. Let him call Gabriel. However, that would look suspicious. I was supposed to be scared of his threat, And if I didn't play along, Lennox might suspect.

"So?" Lennox drawled, holding up his phone like a weapon. "Are you in… or not?"

My wolf purred with desire in the back of my mind, while Lennox's gaze bore into mine, daring me to back down.

But I didn't.

Instead, I slid my hands down his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath my fingertips. He watched my every move, his chest rising and falling as if he were trying to control the storm brewing inside him.

"You're a bastard!" I muttered, as I let my hands linger just above his waistband.

Lennox smirked, his green eyes darkening. "I know, the question is, are you chickening out?"

The challenge in his voice sparked something in me, a need to push back, to prove I could match his intensity. So Slowly, I sank to my knees before him, my heart racing in anticipation.

noticed the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, as though he were trying to

his gaze never left mine. The tension between us was electric, and I could feel the

forward, letting my lips graze his stomach, just above his waistband. Lennox's sharp intake of breath sent a rush of

dick through his white underwear. His arousal

this," my wolf purred in my head, but I pushed down

this, aren't you?" I murmured, letting my lips hover just above his dick as I slid his pants and

his hand threading through my hair, not pulling but holding me in place. "Olivia," he warned, his voice thick with

my touch. His grip on my hair tightened slightly, and

tip of his dick before flicking my tongue across it. Lennox cursed under

slowly at first, teasing him with light touches and gentle suction. His groan filled the room, and his other hand joined

my tongue as I took him deeper, my lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm. Lennox's breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair tightening as his control

is good," he rasped, his

before meeting his gaze. "Then Anita is failing in her duties," I whispered

hollowed my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could, and his response was a low, guttural

slick sounds and his groans filling the room. His fingers tightened in my hair, and I could feel him trembling beneath my touch, teetering on the

broke, and I knew

focused on making him release. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he finally gave

into my mouth, his grip on my hair almost painful as he rode out his climax. I swallowed, my

heaving as he looked down at me with awe and hunger. His hands slid from my hair to cup my face, his thumbs brushing

rough but filled with desire that made my heart skip

my feet and brushing myself off. "Maybe. But at least

first. This time, Lennox kissed me hungrily, his lips demanding and insistent as they claimed mine. His hands roamed over my body, gripping my hips and pulling me closer until there was no space between

chest, and my body burned with a

lips, my voice trembling with

his hand moving higher, closer to the place where I ached for him most. I could feel the hunger in his touch, the restraint he was desperately clinging to slipping away with every second.

locked on mine, filled with lust and something deeper, something

purred in approval, urging me to let go, to surrender to him completely. I gasped as his fingers grazed the edge of my panties, the anticipation almost too much to bear. My knees felt weak, and I clung to him