Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 288

Chapter 288: I have three mates

Lennox’s POV

I could barely speak. I could barely breathe.

My gaze raked over her naked form—her firm breasts, the delicate peaks of her pink, hardened nipples. Then my eyes drifted lower—to the gentle curve of her stomach, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips—until they landed on her neatly shaved pussy.

I inhaled sharply, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, the tension coiling tightly in my gut. Slowly, I forced my eyes back up to her face.

"Olivia..." I managed, my voice barely a whisper. "What... what are you doing?"

She stepped closer, the space between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth of her skin brushing the edge of my restraint.

"I want you," she said softly, but her voice didn’t waver. "The last time I checked, I have three mates, Lennox. Not two."

My wolf howled, wild and feral, pounding against the walls of my chest, begging me to close the gap. To take her. Claim her. Mark her all over again.

I wanted to. Goddess, I craved it.

But my hands shook at my sides.

"Olivia..." I rasped, forcing myself to take a shaky breath. "I don’t trust myself. If I touch you now, I might lose control again. I don’t want to hurt you."

She didn’t respond.

Not with words.

She simply climbed back into my lap, her thighs straddling me, her bare skin pressing into mine like a brand.

And then... she kissed me.

No hesitation. No asking.

Just her lips on mine—soft, warm and desperate.

Everything in me shattered.

Her kiss was fire. Need and nostalgia. It stole my breath and gave it back in pieces, wrapped in everything we’d lost... and everything we still could be.

I groaned into her mouth, my arms locking around her out of instinct. My hands skated over her back, memorizing the feel of her skin, the way she trembled—not from fear, but from desire.

I should’ve pulled back.

But the second her tongue brushed mine, I lost it.

taste of her

kiss was everything. Rage, longing, heartbreak, love. It shattered my control and rewrote the rules of restraint. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging me deeper,

abruptly, my arms wrapped around her, her legs instinctively locking around my waist. The chair scraped back behind me as I carried her to

Only she did.

heat scorched into me like wildfire. Her hair spilled like ink over the desk, her eyes fixed on mine—glassy, vulnerable, but

She was stunning.

And she was mine.

when our mouths met. My hands trailed down her arms, her ribs, her hips—every inch of her like scripture I needed to memorize. She arched slightly, offering herself to me,

curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat. I kissed every inch, tasting her skin, dragging my tongue across the places that made her gasp. And when I reached

Just to look.

To feel.

and fall of her chest as my thumbs brushed across her hardened nipples. She trembled. I dipped my head and took one into my mouth, sucking gently while my hand caressed the other. Her back arched, a soft cry leaving

trail of kisses down her stomach, my

she breathed, her voice

you," I whispered,

head between her

my tongue. Sweet and slick, her scent and taste ignited something feral in me. I licked her slowly, deliberately, dragging my tongue through

trembled around

were like

right, matching the rhythm of my tongue. She was already so close, already gasping my name like it was the

mine, fingers laced tightly, grounding herself as I devoured her like a man starved. Because I was. Starved

twice—and then

tore through her. I didn’t stop. I held her

up her body, tasting her release on my lips as I hovered

fluttered open, glassy and

Love.

reached up, cupping my

leaned in, brushing my nose against hers. "That was just the beginning, Olivia. I’ll spend forever making up for

Then, without a word, she slid

her there—naked, flushed, eyes wide

her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuckled it, then unzipped me. I sucked in a sharp breath as she freed me, her

to taste you," she whispered. "Let

brushing through

heat of her lips, the wet suction, the way her tongue moved with slow, deliberate strokes—it was maddening. She sucked gently at first, then deeper, her hand wrapped around my base as she worked me with

hand braced on the desk, the other tangled in her hair as her mouth worked me. Every

But she didn’t stop.

to warn her. "I’m

as I came, hard, spilling into her mouth with a guttural growl.

lips with the back of her hand, still kneeling. Glowing.

she laid back on the floor, spreading her legs for me,

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