Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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.

of her

rewrote the rules of restraint. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging me deeper, and I didn’t hesitate. I

her legs instinctively locking around my waist. The chair scraped back behind me as I carried her to the desk, knocking aside papers and books like none of

Only she did.

her heat scorched into me like wildfire. Her hair spilled like ink over

She was stunning.

And she was mine.

savoring the soft whimper she gave when our mouths met. My hands trailed down her arms, her ribs, her hips—every inch of her like scripture I needed

hollow of her throat. I kissed every inch, tasting

Just to look.

To feel.

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.

trail of kisses down her stomach, my

she breathed, her

you," I whispered, locking eyes with

my head between her thighs and tasted

first stroke of my tongue. Sweet and slick, her scent and taste ignited something feral in me. I licked her slowly, deliberately, dragging my tongue through her folds before focusing on

trembled

moans were

tongue. She was already so close, already gasping my name like

fingers laced tightly, grounding herself as I devoured her like a man starved. Because I was. Starved of her. Of this. Of everything we’d

breath hitched—once, twice—and then

didn’t stop. I held her there, carried her through it, tasted every drop of her pleasure

body, tasting

fluttered open, glassy and full of something deeper than

Love.

reached up, cupping my cheek.

leaned in, brushing my nose against hers. "That was just the beginning,

and her fingers ghosted over my chest, her touch soft, sexy. Then, without a word, she slid down from the

flushed, eyes wide with devotion and

in a sharp breath as she freed me, her gaze flicking up to meet mine. There was

taste you," she whispered. "Let

brushing through

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 exquisite

as her mouth worked me. Every flick of her tongue, every sound she made, had my legs trembling.

But she didn’t stop.

to warn

hips bucked forward as I came, hard, spilling into her mouth with a guttural growl. She

opened my eyes, she was wiping her lips with the back of her

she laid back on the floor, spreading her legs for