Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 172: Gabriel’s Touch

Olivia’s POV

I didn’t know if this was really about making the triplets feel what I felt, but what I did know was that Gabriel’s touch was driving me insane—and I didn’t want it to stop.

Gabriel’s hands gripped my hips firmly as he pushed me back against the tree, his powerful body pinning me there. The rough bark scraped against my skin, grounding me at the moment, while the heat radiating off him sent shivers cascading down my spine. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with raw intensity. His chest heaved, his breaths coming ragged, as though he were holding himself together with everything in him.

"Olivia..." He whispered my name like it was both a plea and a curse, his forehead pressing against mine. His voice was low and guttural, full of need. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

"Then show me," I said, my voice trembling but steady enough to carry the weight of my challenge. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles, the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath my palm. "We don’t have to label it."

For a brief moment, regret flickered in his eyes. I mentally cursed myself. Goddess, I sound like a desperate slut.

He groaned, the sound coming from deep within his chest, his jaw tightening as he wrestled with his control. "Fuck," he growled, his voice sharp, tinged with frustration. "You have no idea how much I want you, Olivia. How much I’ve always wanted you."

His words sent a rush of warmth through me, but before I could respond, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I can’t," he said, his voice breaking. "Not like this."

His words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I blinked up at him, my throat tightening. "Why?" I managed to whisper. "Why are you holding back?"

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes stormy with conflicting emotions. "Because," he said through gritted teeth, "I want to make love to you. I want a label attached to us. I want it to be two people in love making love, Olivia, and this situation is not it."

I couldn’t deny I understood what he meant. It was obvious he knew I was doing this as payback

selfless words—made

broke as I spoke his name, but I couldn’t say anything

could dwell on the rejection, his hand slid up my thigh, his touch rough but electrifying. "But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good today," he murmured, his voice low, dark,

on my neck, kissing, nipping, and sucking at my skin in a way that made my knees weaken and my wolf surprisingly purr. His hands gripped my hips tighter, holding me steady as his mouth moved lower, tracing the curve of my collarbone with his tongue. My head fell back against the tree

his knees before me. My heart raced as I looked down at him, the sight of this powerful

up my thighs, parting them with a firm but gentle insistence. "You drive me insane, Olivia. You make me forget every

the sensitive skin of my

divine," he murmured before his mouth

devastating. My body jerked in response, my hands tightening in his hair as a cry escaped my

trembling as the pleasure built inside me. "I—oh,

a precision that left me breathless. His lips and tongue teased and tormented, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, firm movements that had me writhing against the

man starved. The heat

I felt myself teetering on the edge of release. My entire body was on fire, every nerve

me, his tongue moving faster, more demanding, until the tension inside me snapped. My climax hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I cried out his name. He didn’t stop, his tongue coaxing me through every wave of pleasure until

he finally pulled back, his lips glistened, and his eyes were wild with satisfaction. He rose to his feet, his hands framing my face as he kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips. The kiss was slow, unhurried, but it carried a

of regret. "But I meant what I said. I can’t take

leaving me aching for more even as he stepped back, putting distance between us. I stood there, my body still

jaw clenched in restraint—only fueled the fire burning inside me. He was holding back for me, but