Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 369: Leaving

Olivia’s POV

He didn’t smirk like Levi, nor did he growl like Lennox. He just stood there in the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable, watching the scene before him. But the heat in his gaze was undeniable. It wrapped around me, making my skin prickle, my core clench with need all over again.

"You couldn’t wait for me," he said softly, his voice calm, but beneath it, I could hear the strain, the restraint barely holding him together.

"Louis..." I whispered, my voice hoarse, my body trembling from the pleasurable feelings Lennox and Levi had already unleashed on me.

He stepped closer, each movement deliberate, controlled, as though fighting every instinct to simply take. His hand came to my cheek, warm, steady, grounding. He brushed his thumb across my lips, his eyes locked on mine.

"Let me," he murmured. Not a demand, not a tease—just a promise.

And when I nodded, he leaned down and kissed me.

It wasn’t a crashing, desperate kiss like Lennox’s, nor a taunting one like Levi’s. It was deep, consuming, tender in its slowness—yet somehow it set me ablaze. His mouth moved against mine with reverence, savoring me, tasting me as if I were his salvation.

Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands beneath my thighs and lifted me effortlessly from the counter. I gasped against his lips as he carried me toward the wall, pressing me gently but firmly against it. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my body arching to him, craving more.

When he finally entered me, it wasn’t with a harsh thrust—it was slow, deliberate, inch by inch, filling me completely. A moan spilled from my throat, tears pricking my eyes at the overwhelming sensation.

forehead pressed to mine. "I love

out the pleasure until my body shook with the need for more.

clawing

against my ear as his thrusts grew harder,

hand slipped between us, circling my clit with devastating precision, my body broke apart again. My cry was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me through my climax, his hips driving into me until he finally let go

my skin. Unlike the others, he didn’t pull away immediately. He just stayed inside me, whispering softly,

on his as his warmth surrounded me. Louis kissed me back slowly, tenderly, like he had all the time in the world, like I wasn’t already trembling from being

lingering on mine, he didn’t rush. His hand cradled the back of my head, keeping me close. For once, there was no hurry, no fire—just his warmth

my breath, Lennox’s strong arms scooped me up, carrying me out of the steam and back

surprisingly gentle as he guided me

running warm water over my hair, his touch slow and steady. Louis was on my right, carefully wiping my arms with a soft cloth. Levi on my left, brushing the water over my legs

leaned back, my wolf sighing inside me as the three of them cared

finished, Levi wrapped me in a thick towel and lifted me to my feet. Louis

smell of food waiting for us. A tray sat on the table—warm bread, eggs, and fruit. My stomach rumbled, reminding me how long it

left me. Every bite I took, every sip of water—I could feel their

three of them, my chest tight. "I need to go home," I said softly. "I need to change. And after that..." I swallowed hard.

against the table. Louis’s gaze sharpened, his calm