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.

breath hitched, and I noticed the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, as though he were trying to maintain control. But

never left mine. The tension between us was electric,

just above his waistband. Lennox's sharp intake of breath sent a

his hardened dick through his white

my wolf purred in my head, but

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

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

and hardness under my touch. His grip on my hair tightened

tongue across it. Lennox cursed under his breath, his hips jerking slightly

teasing him with light touches and gentle suction. His groan filled the room, and his other hand joined the first in my hair, holding my hair but

taste of him lingered on 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

is good," he rasped, his voice

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

in sync with me, his restraint unraveling with every passing second. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could, and his response was a low, guttural sound that sent a rush of heat through

the room. His fingers tightened

broke, and I

my movements becoming more deliberate as I focused on making him release. His breath hitched,

a low growl, he spilled into my mouth, his grip on my hair almost painful as he rode out his

over, Lennox leaned heavily against the wall, his chest heaving as he looked down at me with awe and hunger. His hands slid

of me," he murmured, his voice rough

feet and brushing myself off. "Maybe. But at least I'll make

capturing mine in a kiss that was just as demanding as the 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 us. The heat of him surrounded me, his breath

up my gown, the fabric bunching around his fingers as he reached my thighs. My heart pounded in my chest, and my body burned with a need I couldn't

against his lips,

the restraint he was desperately clinging to slipping away with every second. His other hand cupped my cheek, his thumb

so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes locked on mine, filled with lust and something deeper,

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,