Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 149: His Touch

Chapter 149: His Touch

Olivia's POV

He rose from the chair slowly. I stood frozen, like a prey caught in the gaze of a predator. My body reacted before I could stop it, heat rushing down my spine and settling between my thighs.

"Take off your clothes," he said, his voice low and commanding.

I flinched, eyes wide. "No…"

His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but certainty. "Now."

My breath hitched. Something in his tone didn't leave room for refusal. My hands trembled as I reached for the thin strap on my shoulder, dragging it down slowly. Then the other.

The silk slipped off, dropping at my feet.

I stood there, naked.

Shivering, not from cold, but from the overwhelming awareness of his gaze raking over every inch of my body.

And then I saw it.

Desire.

Raw. Hungry. Unfiltered.

It gleamed in his eyes, darkening them, tightening his jaw.

He moved—one step, then another—until he was in front of me. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

His hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly down my arm. I gasped at the touch—so gentle, but electric. My nipples hardened painfully as his fingers ghosted over my skin.

"You're burning," he murmured, almost to himself. "Your body's begging for relief."

He pulled me closer, and my chest pressed against his. The contact sent sparks shooting through me. Then Suddenly, his mouth descended on mine as he kissed me.

I whimpered.

The kiss deepened. His tongue brushed against mine, coaxing, exploring. My knees buckled slightly, but his arm was already around my waist, holding me up.

His mouth trailed down my throat, his stubble scraping just enough to make me shiver. He kissed lower, his warm breath brushing over my chest. Then he took a nipple into his mouth.

I moaned.

Loudly.

tangled in his hair as he sucked, gently at first, then harder. My thighs clenched together, my pussy aching.

dark with desire, and lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I didn't

me to the bed, laying me down like something precious. Then his hands moved to my thighs, spreading them

whispered, not knowing if I was begging him to stop or to

his head between my legs, and the moment his tongue touched me, I cried out—arching off the bed. He licked slowly, thoroughly, tasting every part of me. My hips moved

was losing my

the sheets, my eyes squeezing shut as he pushed me closer to organism. His tongue circled, flicked, then plunged, and I shattered. Moaning loudly, bucking

My back arched, and I couldn't stop the sounds coming from

moaned louder as he sucked and tasted me. My hands pulled at his hair.

I whispered. "I

to my

fingers

the right spots. My hips

of them—Louis… Lennox… Levi…—but the heat

my body, and for a moment, I was completely lost in the feeling—until he suddenly

I opened my eyes.

fingers moved slowly out of me, brushing

were on the side of

the marks of the triplets

at it like it meant something

dizzy from everything, but I

at the mark on my neck for a long time. His brows pulled together, and I could feel

drifted lower—to the other side of

lower still.

His eyes narrowed.

do you have three mate

realized he'd noticed all of them. I even thought he had seen

as I whispered,

tense silence hung in

His eyes widened. "Three?"

I nodded slowly.

worry. He sat back, studying

you from?" he

I hesitated.