Fated To Not Just One, But Three

: First Time

Olivia’s POV

I couldn’t move.

Every part of me felt heavy, like I’d been wrung out completely. My legs trembled without lifting, and my breath came in soft, uneven waves. I was floating somewhere between reality and the stars, my body humming with lingering pleasure, my mind blank and full at the same time.

I felt Louis pull out slowly, and then his warmth shifted beside me. I reached out blindly, needing him close, and the moment our lips met, I melted into him. It was soft... unhurried... like he was pouring every unspoken word into that kiss.

And when he pulled away, I let myself fall back against the mattress.

My limbs refused to move.

I couldn’t even lift my head, but I didn’t feel afraid. I felt... safe.

Louis tucked himself beside me, brushing damp hair from my face. Levi’s lips were warm against my shoulder, and Lennox was still pressing kisses to my stomach, his touch delicate now, like he was afraid to break me.

"You okay?" Louis asked, his voice low and gentle, fingers brushing over the back of my hand.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah," I whispered, though even I could hear the exhaustion in my voice. "Just... tired."

"Your body’s limp," Levi murmured near my ear, concern threading through his voice.

I tried to smile. "I can’t move."

Louis kissed my temple. "You don’t have to. Let us take care of you."

I barely registered it when Levi disappeared, only to return with a warm cloth. The bed shifted gently as he cleaned between my thighs with slow, careful strokes. I winced once—my body too sensitive—but he murmured an apology and soothed the spot with his lips.

Then Lennox was at my side, wrapping the blanket over my body, tucking it around me like I was something precious.

Louis cradled my hand in his, his thumb stroking across my knuckles. "You did amazingly," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I blinked slowly, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes—not from pain, not even from the pleasure—but from the way they looked at me now. Like I was made of something rare. Something sacred.

Lennox climbed into bed beside me, his chest pressed to my back, while Levi curled at my other side. Louis remained in front of me, his forehead resting against mine.

I was cocooned between them. Warm. Protected. Held.

No words were needed now. Their hands said enough—the way they stroked my arms, threaded fingers through my hair, kissed the spots they’d once claimed with fire.

And slowly... gently...

I drifted off to sleep with their hearts beating around mine.

In my dream, I was thirteen again.

I was sitting cross-legged on the library carpet, tucked between two towering shelves of books that smelled of old paper and stories long forgotten. The room was quiet, except for the distant sound of a ticking clock and pages turning.

me there after training, still wearing their sweat-damp shirts and looking completely out of place in a room full of

Lennox grumbled, flipping through a comic book without reading a word. "You said this would be

the novel I’d just found. My eyes widened as I reached a particular paragraph, and my

"Whoa," I whispered.

over, curious.

to the passage. "It says... the girl’s first time was sweet and pleasurable.

Everything went still.

Levi blinked. "Wait, what?"

to peek at the page, but before he could

barked. "You shouldn’t be reading stuff

my face burning more from embarrassment than guilt. "Why not? I

the book in the air like it was something dangerous. "You’re not supposed to read

my arms.

arm and guided me back to the floor,

need to go asking someone else. If

glanced at

"You can

the back of his neck, clearly flustered. "Yeah, just...

Lennox groaned. "Seriously?"

still pouting but a little calmer. "I just... I don’t understand what it means when they

The triplets all froze.

looked like he wanted to jump out a window. Louis just rubbed his

people... it can hurt a little at first. But if it’s with someone who really cares about you, someone who’s gentle and patient...

looked at him, wide-eyed.

conversation?" Lennox muttered under his breath, shoving the book

said—if it’s with someone who really

I looked at them.

pretending to read his

red and was scratching behind his ear, awkwardly avoiding

who still sat beside me, calm but lost in

words came out before I could stop them. "Then

Silence.

them

looked like he’d just short-circuited.

his voice

be sweet and pleasurable... if it’s supposed to mean something... then I want

up from the floor like he’d been burned. "Okay, that’s it." He pointed at the book tucked in his jacket. "From now on, before you

flinched, his tone

Louis exhaled slowly. "Olivia..."

I asked, defensive now. "I’m not a kid anymore. I’m thirteen. I can have

gently. "You’ll understand more as

too young. You don’t

them spoke.