Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 296: Second Sex

Olivia’s POV

As Lennox finally pulled back, his lips brushing mine in a final kiss, my body trembled with aftershocks. I barely had time to catch my breath before Levi was there, positioning himself into the space between my thighs.

Our eyes locked.

His usual playfulness was gone, replaced by something intense. Reverent. As though I were a gift he had waited his entire life to unwrap.

"Hey," he whispered, brushing my hair away from my face, his thumb trailing softly down my cheek.

"Hi," I breathed, my heart still racing.

His lips found mine in a kiss that started slow, but deepened quickly—hungry, desperate, and full of heat. He kissed like he was claiming me, branding me from the inside out. And I kissed him back, my hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer, anchoring myself to him.

Louis remained close, trailing soft kisses down my collarbone, his hand stroking gently over my side, soothing. Lennox settled beside me too, watching with hooded eyes, his fingers lazily brushing my stomach as though unwilling to let me go completely.

But Levi... Levi was everything in that moment.

He pulled back from the kiss just enough to press his forehead against mine.

"You’re perfect," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. "I’ve waited for this. For you."

His hand slid between my thighs, not rushing me, but feeling the way I pulsed—still sensitive, still aching. When his fingers brushed my clit, I arched into him instinctively, a broken sound escaping me.

"Yes," he murmured, kissing me again. "That’s my girl."

His hand stilled between my thighs, his eyes searching mine as he hovered over me. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, the heat of his skin pressed against mine. There was so much in his gaze—desire, reverence, and something deeper, something that made my chest ache.

"You ready?" he asked softly, his voice husky.

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. I was still trembling, sore and sensitive from Lennox, but the way Levi looked at me made me feel like I could take anything. Like I wanted to.

to my entrance, rubbing gently against me before beginning to

My breath hitched.

as painful as it had been with Lennox—my body was already stretched and slick—but the discomfort was still there. I winced, gasping softly as he inched deeper, his

Levi groaned, his voice shaking. "You’re

tension, trying to focus on the warmth of his breath

got you," he murmured again, kissing the corner of

then he was fully inside me, buried to

We both stilled.

his temple as he tried to stay still, his body trembling with restraint. I felt stretched, full, but not overwhelmed. His presence was different—soothing and burning all

shaky breath. "You

a low

was learning me, memorizing every reaction, every sound that left my lips. The discomfort

again, moaning with me, pushing

ear. "You feel like heaven," he whispered.

waist, urging him deeper. He responded with a soft growl, thrusting harder, deeper,

inside me was worshipful, yet intense—every motion deliberate, every sound that tore from my throat matched by his low groans. Our eyes remained locked, even

fingers expertly finding my clit, rubbing in slow, tantalizing circles. My body jolted at the added stimulation, the dual sensations overwhelming. I gasped,

warning, Levi pulled

and dazed,

mattress shift, then the warmth of Levi’s chest pressing against my back. His hand lifted my leg gently, draping it over his as he nestled against me once

flying out to grip the sheets, but Lennox was already there, leaning in to kiss me,

whispered against my mouth, his hand cupping my cheek. "We’ve

hitch. His hand slid around to clutch my waist, holding me tight against him. The sensation of being surrounded, touched, cherished from all sides—it was too much, and

kisses along my neck, his hand finding my breast and teasing

his breath hot against my shoulder. "You feel...

my skin like a thunderclap. I could feel his wolf through the bond, rumbling with pleasure, moaning in unison with his every thrust. The wet, rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together filled the air, mixing with our shared gasps and

into Lennox’s kiss as Levi drove deeper. My moan was swallowed by Lennox’s lips, his tongue stroking mine, grounding me, claiming me alongside his brother. Every thrust from Levi sent sparks of heat racing through my core, each stroke more intense than the

perfect rhythm, circling my clit, coaxing more pleasure from me, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. My hips moved instinctively, meeting Levi’s rhythm, matching the unrelenting

into my ear, voice wrecked. "So perfect. I