Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 404: Make Up Sex

Louis’ POV

The click of the buckle echoed loudly in the quiet room, my chest rising and falling harder with anticipation. She slid the leather free, then popped the button, then the zipper, slow—like she wanted to drive me insane. Her fingers brushed against my already hardened cock, and my body jerked in response. A growl rumbled out of me, deep and low, my wolf restless and clawing at the edge of my skin.

"Still think I haven’t convinced you?" she whispered, lips curved into a dangerous smile.

She took out my cock. Her hand wrapped around me. She stroked me once, then again. Heat shot through me, my breath catching as her thumb brushed across the tip of my cock, making me groan. Then she leaned forward. Her lips closed over my cock, hot and wet, and my knees nearly buckled. My hand shot out, gripping the edge of the bed just to keep myself steady.

She moved slowly at first, teasing, her tongue sliding against me, every pull of her mouth dragging a sound out of my chest. My wolf clawed at me, wanting to take control, but all I could do was hold on. Her pace quickened, her mouth working me deeper, and the pressure in my stomach built fast. My fingers tangled in her hair before I even realized, guiding her, demanding more.

"F–fuck..." The word tore from me as she hollowed her cheeks and took me harder. The world blurred; there was nothing but her mouth, her hands, and the heat coiling tight inside me. I couldn’t hold back. My body went rigid, a shudder running through me as the release hit, fierce and consuming. Her name ripped from my throat as I released in her mouth, every nerve on fire.

When it was over, I slumped back, my chest heaving, still trembling. She pulled away slowly, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, eyes shining with triumph.

"Convinced now?" she teased, her voice low and satisfied.

floor. In one smooth motion, I turned and laid her back on the bed, pressing her down against the sheets. Her eyes widened, but there was no fear—only that fierce spark that always made me lose control. She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off with a

smirked down at her. "My

heady, intoxicating—and my wolf went wild. I didn’t waste another second. I spread her thighs wide and lowered my mouth to her. The first taste of her tongue-slick heat made me

shot into my hair, gripping tight as a moan spilled from her lips. That sound pushed me further. I sucked her clit into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, hard and relentless. She writhed under me, her thighs trembling, her cries growing louder with every

from her throat, desperate

as I devoured her. My tongue thrust into her, then back up to her clit, working her in quick, messy strokes that had her body jerking. Her taste filled my mouth, sweet and addictive. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop—not until I felt her fall apart. And gods, she was close. Her legs shook

me," I growled against her, my

high as she screamed my name, climax ripping through her in hot waves. I held her through it, licking, sucking, drinking in every drop until she finally collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and drained. When I pulled back, my

"Now we’re even."

arms. Her chest was rising and falling fast, her lips parted,

pulled back just enough to look at her. "I need you," I growled, my voice

she whispered, no hesitation in

enough to feel her legs hook around my waist, pulling me in. Then I pushed forward, sinking into her inch by

panted, forehead pressed against

voice breaking in a