Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 345: After Care

Louis’s POV

Her body collapsed against mine, trembling, drained but still clinging as if she feared I’d vanish if she let go. I tightened my hold, one arm wrapped around her back, the other cradling the back of her head. She was damp with sweat and tears, her breath hot against my neck.

My chest clenched at the sound of it—those broken sobs she couldn’t swallow. Even though I knew she wasn’t crying out of pain, I still felt terrible hearing her cry. I lowered us carefully onto the bed, refusing to let her slip from my arms. She was light in my hold, far too light for the weight she carried inside her, and I knew I had pushed her hard. Maybe too hard. The thought made me feel regretful. I pulled the blanket over her bare body, wrapping it snug around her before she could shiver. My fingers brushed her cheek, tracing away the dampness there, and for the first time since I had touched her tonight, my hands trembled.

"Breathe with me," I whispered, pressing my forehead against hers. My voice was hoarse, stripped raw of command, yet I kept speaking softly, steadily, the way I would soothe a wolf in pain. "In... slow. Good. Now out. Again. That’s it, Olivia."

Her lashes fluttered, her eyes glassy, but she followed. Every breath she took steadied mine. I kissed her temple, lingering there.

"You scare me when you cry like that," I admitted quietly, almost ashamed of the truth. "I think I’ve gone too far, that I’ve broken something I can’t fix. But then you look at me... and you beg me to stay. Goddess, you undo me."

I stroked her hair, slow and rhythmic, until her trembling eased. I held her gaze, unable to look away. Damn, she was beautiful like this—flushed, damp, eyes glassy from tears and pleasure. My wolf howled in possession, demanding I claim her again, but I forced him down. Right now, she needed my care more than my hunger.

Reluctantly, I eased her back against the pillows and stood. "Stay here," I said, my tone low, firm, the same command I’d give in the heat of play—except this time it carried tenderness instead of fire.

I crossed the room to the mini fridge tucked against the wall. The cool air hit me as I opened it, pulling out a chilled bottle of water. When I returned, she was still watching me, lips parted, chest rising and falling in soft, uneven breaths.

"Here," I murmured, twisting the cap and holding it to her lips. She drank slowly, her throat working with each swallow, and I kept my hand steady, making sure she didn’t rush. A few drops slid down her chin, and I caught them with my thumb, brushing them away before pressing a kiss to the same spot.

She whispered, "Thank you."

said, the word rough, because it wasn’t

I stroked her hair back from her damp face, tucking the strands gently behind her ear. "I’m going to prepare a bath for you,"

simply nodded. I kissed her forehead again, lingering, and then straightened, pulled on my pants, and headed for the bathroom. The sound of rushing water filled the air as I tested the temperature, making sure it was warm enough to soothe without being too hot. I poured a stream of lavender oil into the water, watching ripples spread the scent across the surface. The air grew

bed, she was still awake... most subs fall asleep immediately

she could protest. She fit against me so easily, her arms curling instinctively around my neck. I

head falling back against the porcelain edge. I knelt beside the tub,

and glistening. I worked shampoo through them slowly, massaging her scalp with my fingers until I felt the tension

murmured, her eyes half-closed. "So fucking

faintly, my hands still in her hair. "That’s because you’re

Her cheeks flushed.

into her eyes. Then I reached for the sponge, lathering it slowly before sliding it down her arm, across her shoulder, over the curve

parting under the water, teasing, testing me.

my mouth brushing her ear

sponge across her collarbone, down to her stomach, slowly and carefully. "All you need is rest. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll fuck you until you can’t use

trying to hide the blush blooming on her

I finished, I pressed a kiss to her damp temple and whispered, "It’s time for your massage." I lifted her from the bath. Her damp body curled against me like it belonged there, her head tucked under my chin.