Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 173: Pleasuring Him

Olivia's POV

The sight of him, hard and ready, sent a thrill through me. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin just above his length. Gabriel's hands tightened at his sides, his muscles flexing as he fought for control.

"You're perfect," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him. He was warm, velvety smooth over unyielding steel, and the weight of his cock in my hand sent a rush of heat through me.

"Olivia," he growled, his voice thick with need. "You don't have to be gentle."

His words emboldened me. I licked a slow stripe along the underside of him, savoring the way he shuddered under my touch. His taste was intoxicating, and when I took him into my mouth, his sharp inhale sent a thrill through me.

I started slowly, letting my tongue tease and explore him as I worked him with my hand. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me but never forcing, his restraint making my desire to please him burn hotter. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, and his low, guttural groan was like music to my ears.

"Goddess," he rasped, his voice strained. "You're going to drive me insane."

I smiled around him, letting the vibrations of my pleasure flow through him. I quickened my pace, my hand moving in time with my mouth as I worked to unravel him. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles taut as a bowstring as he hovered on the edge.

"I—" His words broke off into a growl as his control snapped. His hips bucked slightly, and I took him deeper, my name falling from his lips like a prayer as he shattered. His release was hot and powerful, and I swallowed it all, savoring the taste of him.

When he finally stilled, his breathing heavy and uneven, I pulled back, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as I looked up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression one of pure satisfaction and awe. He reached down, pulling me to my feet and into his arms.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. "I don't deserve you."

I smiled against his chest, my heart swelling at his words. "Maybe not," I teased lightly, "but I'm the one who decides that." I said and stepped away.

"I have to return," I added. By now, I knew they must be looking for me, and I didn't want them to see us together—not that I cared, just that I didn't want any fights.

Gabriel nodded, desire for me still in his eyes. "I will escort you!"

I smirked. "First to reach," I said, and didn't give him a chance before I swiftly shifted into my brown-furred wolf and began sprinting back toward my clothes.

I could hear the playful, annoyed grunt of Gabriel behind me as he shifted to chase after me. I giggled, wagged my tail, and increased my pace.

fast, his powerful strides closing the gap between us as I pushed myself harder, weaving through the trees. The cool afternoon air rushed past me, carrying the scent of pine and earth. My wolf, emboldened by the thrill of the chase, let out an

playful warning that he was catching up. I pushed myself faster, my paws pounding against the soft ground, my heart racing

left, trying to outmaneuver him, but Gabriel anticipated my move, cutting me off with a burst of speed. He lunged, his massive form colliding with mine in a gentle but firm tackle that sent us rolling across the

we finally came to a stop, he pinned me beneath him, his sharp brown eyes gleaming with triumph. His wolf was breathtaking up close—his dark fur sleek and powerful, his presence commanding yet playful. He leaned down, his muzzle brushing against

you," he growled, the words laced

him, the way his body pressed against mine, made it difficult to hold onto my stubbornness. Slowly, I shifted back

face inches from mine. His expression was softer now, his eyes filled with something deeper than

teasing, but there was a tenderness in his gaze that

eyes, a smile tugging at my lips. "Fine,

sound rich and warm, as he helped me to my feet. We both began making our way back to where I left my clothes, the playful tension

eyes lingered on me, his gaze softening as he reached out to brush a strand of

but

comforting. For a moment, I thought he might say something—anything.

simply leaned against a tree, his lips quirking into a soft smile. "See you tomorrow?" he asked,

him again… to

began, my voice trailing off. My throat felt dry, the words I wanted to say tangled

his head as he waited for

stared at him, not knowing if I should

faltered again, and I let out a shaky breath, trying to mask the ache

as though he could sense there was more I wanted to say. But he didn't press. He just smiled, that same soft, maddening

to look back, to see if he was still standing there,

almost at the edge of the forest, close to the border of the pack, when

knew right away—the

just kept walking past them, pretending not to care. But my wolf inside me started to feel

Some staff glanced at me, then quickly looked away. A maid even paused mid-step, staring at me like she'd seen

I

was Gabriel's scent

it. My face grew hot. I tried

then… I felt

in the