Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 139: Skin To Skin

Olivia's POV

I gasped when the tip of his Cock brushed against my entrance. Hot, heavy, and throbbing—but he kept his word. He didn't push in. He just aligned us, letting the thick head of his cock sit flush against my soaked folds.

"Lennox…" I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shirt as my body trembled from the contact.

"Shh… I've got you," he said, his voice nearly a growl. "Just let it happen. Just feel."

The friction—the delicious, maddening friction of his shaft sliding between my slick folds as he held me close—was too much. I was wetter than I'd ever been, and the ache between my legs grew unbearable. His scent filled the car, his warmth surrounded me, and all I could do was move with him.

My hips rocked on their own, desperate for more of the contact, chasing the edge I hadn't realized I was so close to. The tension between us built, his groans vibrating against my skin, his hands guiding me perfectly over him, never going too far—but never stopping either.

And gods, I loved it. I loved every second of it. Even if he never pushed inside, even if it was just this—it was enough to drive me wild.

"Lennox," I moaned again, my head falling to his shoulder, my whole body shaking.

"I told you," he whispered, voice tight with restraint, "I'm not fucking you, Olivia. I'm just helping my mate."

His mate.

The words wrapped around me like a second skin, and I realized just how far gone I already was.

His breath was hot against my neck, one strong arm wrapped firmly around my waist while the other slipped beneath the top of my dress. Slowly, deliberately, he tugged the fabric down until it bunched just below my chest. My breathing hitched as the cool air kissed my skin, my lace-covered breasts rising and falling with each shallow gasp.

voice trembling with something between

against my collarbone, his voice hoarse. "You just need relief, Olivia. Let me help you.

soothing, and for reasons I couldn't explain,

beneath my bra, the other guiding my hips forward. My soaked folds slid once more over his rigid length, the heat and hardness of him pressing right against my

fingernails digging into the fabric of his shirt. The wet friction was unbearable and perfect, and I felt myself pulsing, tightening as if my body believed he was already

windows, I could still see his guards spread out, keeping watch. The road was empty. Secured. We were alone, but not really. The thought should have embarrassed

thumb over my hardened nipple through the lace. I cried out softly, biting my lower

tip brushing teasingly at my entrance. I was drenched. Every glide made a wet sound between us, my body betraying just

against me. "You're so warm. So wet… and I

around nothing, and that unbearable pressure

choked, breath ragged. "I…

for me baby," he whispered against

And I did.

held me tightly, grounding me while I cried out softly into

me close. One hand

want to let go. I remained slumped against him, boneless and dazed, resting my cheek

again, voice softer now, more vulnerable. "So good it drives me insane. I

kissed the side of my head, then tilted his head down,

me

over my chest as I reached for my

fine," I said quickly, not meeting his eyes. "Thank you. But you can't tell anyone about

in his seat, still catching his breath, a smug yet utterly wrecked look on his face. He groaned low in his throat, his voice dark and teasing. "You're