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."

It was obvious he knew I was doing

words—made me

name, but I couldn’t say anything more. The

thigh, his touch rough but electrifying. "But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good today," he murmured, his voice low,

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

raced as I looked down at him, the sight of this powerful Alpha

his voice husky as his eyes roamed over me. His hands slid up my thighs, parting them with a firm but gentle insistence. "You drive me insane, Olivia. You make me forget every rule I’ve ever set for

sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His tongue darted out to taste me, sending a shudder rippling through

divine," he murmured before his mouth located its

and devastating. My body jerked in response,

as the pleasure built inside

precision that left me breathless. His lips and tongue teased and tormented, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, firm

me like a man starved. The heat between us was unbearable, every sensation amplified by the tension

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

like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I

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

is to stop here," he said, his voice rough and full of regret.

even as he stepped back, putting distance between us. I stood there, my body still trembling

ready to let him go. The sight of him—his chest rising and falling, his jaw clenched in restraint—only fueled the fire burning inside me. He