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.

sucked, gently at first, then harder. My thighs clenched together, my pussy aching. I

eyes dark with desire, and lifted me

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

if I was begging him to

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 on their own, chasing his

was losing my

fingers gripped the sheets, my eyes squeezing shut as he pushed me closer to organism. His

lifting. He continued to lick slowly, deeply. My back arched, and

tasted me. My hands pulled at his hair. My legs wrapped

I whispered.

to

his fingers slipped

the right spots.

of them—Louis… Lennox… Levi…—but

back up my body, and for a moment, I was completely

I opened my eyes.

fingers moved slowly out of me, brushing my

the side

the marks of the triplets were

He stared at it

and fell quickly. I was dizzy from

long time. His brows pulled together, and I could feel the

eyes drifted lower—to the other side of

then… lower still.

His eyes narrowed.

have three mate marks?"

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

My lips trembled as I whispered, "Because…

tense silence hung in

His eyes widened. "Three?"

I nodded slowly.

expression shifted. Confusion. Shock. Maybe even worry. He sat back, studying me harder

you

I hesitated.