Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 178: On Phone

Olivia’s POV

"What are you doing now?" Gabriel’s low, husky voice came through the phone, deep and rough like he’d just crawled into bed.

I blushed instantly. "Nothing really... just about to go to bed before your call came," I murmured, my voice soft and warm with sleep.

There was a pause, and then I heard him breathe. "I’m in bed too. I have to sleep early—I’ve got a meeting at eight."

I smiled to myself. "Alright."

A quiet silence fell between us. Not awkward, but tense in a way that made my heart race. Neither of us said anything for a while, and all I could hear was the sound of his breathing—deep, slow, steady. It sent a shiver down my spine.

"I wish you were here in my arms right now," he finally said, voice gravelly, full of yearning. "I’d do anything to have you beside me."

A small shiver ran through me at the sound of his voice, deep and low in my ear. Gabriel’s words lingered in the air between us, heavy and raw, stirring something deep in my belly.

"I wish you were right here in my arms... I would do anything to have you here with me," he said again, his voice thick with emotion and obvious desire.

My fingers gripped the edge of my sheets.

"What would you do if I was there?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I sounded breathless—even to myself. My heart pounded in my chest like it was trying to escape, and my skin tingled with anticipation.

Gabriel groaned softly through the phone, the sound rough and hungry. "Don’t tempt me, Olivia..."

I licked my lips, my skin already tingling. "I want to know," I said, voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me."

There was silence for a beat, then a sharp inhale from him.

"We’d continue from where I stopped... back in the woods," he said, voice rough now, laced with hunger. "I still remember how your body felt under mine, how you gasped when I touched you right..." his breath hitched, "...right between your thighs."

I clenched my legs together, heat flooding through me. My cheeks burned.

"I didn’t want to stop, Olivia," he continued, voice dark and sensual now. "Do you know how close I was to taking you right there, against that tree?"

A soft sound escaped me—half gasp, half moan.

"I wanted to hear you say my name over and over, feel you shake beneath me as I drove you over the edge. I wanted to mark you... claim you in every possible way."

My body responded to every word. I arched slightly into the mattress, needing relief from the ache building deep inside me.

"Are you touching yourself?" he asked suddenly, his voice rough with desire.

I swallowed hard. "No... not yet."

"Do it for me," he said. "Let me guide you. Let me be the one to make you fall apart... even if it’s through this phone."

at his words. The low, commanding tone of his voice sent another shiver coursing through me. Slowly, almost shyly, my hand slipped beneath the sheets, grazing over the

doing it?" he asked, his voice lower now, more strained. I could practically feel the heat radiating through the

I whispered,

me ache even more. "Close your eyes. Pretend I’m there... that I’m the one touching

gripping the sheets as my fingers moved lower. I could still feel his hands from the woods—how he had held me against the tree, his mouth teasing mine until I’d

you slowly... then trail my mouth down your collarbone, across your chest. I’d take my time—make

moan escaped

quietly from the other end. "That sound... damn, Olivia. You

slip lower, guided by the image of him above me—his eyes dark and full of hunger, his body

again," he

I whispered again, more breathless this

under me. Flat on your back, legs spread, my mouth everywhere you’re sensitive. I wouldn’t stop until you were soaked and begging for me to take you." His voice dropped, gravelly and strained with control. "And I’d fucking take

used my other hand to play with

"Do it slow. Let me hear

I brushed my fingers over my slick heat and gasped, imagining it was him touching me, whispering filth into my ear as his mouth dragged down

Olivia," he groaned. "I can hear your breathing. I can

I panted. "Are you

line, and then the sound of rustling sheets—flesh on flesh. "Yeah," he admitted, breathless. "Thinking about how tight you’d

arching off the bed.

voice breaking slightly. "Nice and

rougher, more desperate. "I’d take you deep. Hard.

my release

heard him come too, the sound of his breathing ragged and unfiltered as

wasn’t empty.

my ear, my body still

thing next time," he murmured. "That was

smile. "You are good," I

you again..." he trailed off, voice dark and promising. "You won’t be able to walk straight the

I didn’t look away

on the phone, and then we went quiet,

Gabriel spoke. "I believe the triplets felt it when we made out. What did they do?" he asked,

"They went unconscious for a while, but when they

moment after I told

have hurt them," he finally said, voice lower now, tinged

me. "Don’t feel sorry for them. They’ve caused me enough pain

still think you deserve the truth about some things. Even if they

"What do you

Gabriel spoke again, more carefully this

you remember, years ago—when the triplets turned eighteen and came to my pack with their

couldn’t see me. "I think so. I was thirteen then. They were there for two

so