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.

as he sucked, gently at first, then harder. My thighs clenched together, my

dark with desire, and lifted me effortlessly into

me down like something precious. Then his hands moved to my

was begging him

I cried out—arching off the bed. He licked slowly, thoroughly, tasting every part of

losing

shut as he pushed me closer to organism. His tongue circled, flicked, then plunged, and I shattered. Moaning loudly,

My back arched, and

My hands pulled at his hair. My legs

whispered.

his way back up to

fingers slipped inside

moved perfectly, hitting all the right spots. My hips rocked against him. I couldn't think. My mind

tried to think of them—Louis… Lennox…

his way back up my body, and for a moment, I was completely lost in the feeling—until he

I opened my eyes.

out of me, brushing my hair aside. Then he froze

the

the marks of the triplets were

at it like it meant

quickly. I was dizzy from everything,

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

drifted lower—to the other side of my

then… lower still.

His eyes narrowed.

three mate marks?"

I froze. I hadn't realized he'd noticed all of them. I even thought

trembled as I whispered,

hung

His eyes widened. "Three?"

I nodded slowly.

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

are you from?" he

I hesitated.