Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 339: Your Desire

Olivia’s POV

The word struck me harder than I thought it would, and for a moment, I froze. He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t playing. His denial was firm and final.

"You’re not in a good mood, Olivia," he continued, his eyes holding mine with a quiet authority that sent a shiver through me. "You’re angry. You’re unsettled. And I will not touch you like this, not when your emotions are this raw."

My throat tightened, my body trembling, but not from rejection. His refusal wasn’t a dismissal—it was control. Restraint. And somehow, that only made me ache more.

"That’s exactly why I need this," I pushed back, my voice breaking on the edge of desperation. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt, clinging as though I could anchor myself to him. "Louis... I need you to take this from me. The jealousy. The fire. I can’t breathe with it sitting inside me."

His nostrils flared, his composure faltering for a second, just a crack that revealed the storm behind his eyes. His hand came up, cupping my jaw with careful strength, forcing me to meet him head-on.

"You don’t know what you’re asking," he murmured, but his voice had roughened, heavy with restraint, with desire barely leashed.

"I do," I whispered back, my body pressing closer, my nipples brushing against the firmness of his chest, sending another pulse of heat between my thighs. "I know exactly what I’m asking. And I trust you to give it to me."

"You’re not a sub, Olivia," he said firmly, his voice low but edged with certainty. His thumb brushed over my jaw, holding me steady as though daring me to argue. "And I will never force you into something that you are not into. You’re my mate—that is more than enough."

pleading. "Maybe I’m not a sub... but I can learn. Teach me, Louis. If this is what you like, if this is what you crave,

conflict, desire. His grip on my face softened as though my words

laced with an intensity that made my stomach flutter. "Yours do. Always. I’ll never let anything—anything—come before

his shirt as I pressed closer, feeling his hardness straining against me. "But satisfying you is my need," I whispered fiercely, my lips trembling with the truth of it. "If

His jaw clenched, his eyes searching mine, and for a long heartbeat, he

the back of my neck, holding me firmly but gently. "If we do this, we do it my way. You’ll give me your trust completely, and

throat, careful but purposeful, before his gaze deepened, demanding. "But first, Olivia...

what a safe word is.

gave a single nod and stepped back. His eyes

though they no longer belonged to me. His voice had changed; it wasn’t soft anymore, wasn’t coaxing. It was

frozen. The way his darkened eyes followed every flicker of hesitation, the way he stood so still yet felt like he was filling the

fabric sliding over my skin. My breath trembled as cool air

too fast, my hardened nipples straining against the lace of my bra.

he said, his voice low, steady, as though he had all the time