Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 286

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Something missing.

His hand gripped my jaw, making me meet his gaze. “Look at me. Stay right here. You don’t move until I say so.

He exhaled deeply. “With you. With this. Lennox is… intense. You know that.

He leaned forward slightly, his mouth brushing my car. “You’ll learn not to test me, Olivia.”

His posture was tense. A glass of whiskey in his hand. His head was bowed, hair falling over his eyes.

The fire was low, casting flickering shadows across the room. Books were scattered across the desk.

“More,” I gasped. “Don’t stop–please, more…”

I whimpered in pleasure.

but

Beneath me, his cock pressed against my folds, teasing and hot. He didn’t push in, but the weight of him there was torture. My hips rolled instinctively, seeking more, Louis’s hands locked onto my thighs.

But I could feel it–the pain raging inside him.

“Keep those legs open. I don’t like repeating myself.”

He brought me forward, dragging my folds slowly over his length–tip to base and back again. I cried out, the stimulation unbearable in the best way. Still, he didn’t enter. Not even a little.

I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket, closing my eyes. I let the memory of Lennox guide me–his scent, his presence, the storm in his eyes–and reached for that invisible tether between us.

I cried out, the sound raw and broken, as a wave of pleasure crashed through me sharp, pulsing, endless. My/legs trembled, my thighs clamped tight around Levi, my nails dug into his chest as the orgasm rolled through me like lightning.

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“I’ll give you everything when you’ve earned it.

And the pain I saw in them nearly brought me to my knees.

“Just like that,” he growled. “Let me feel all of you,”

“Louis-“I gasped, my fingers burying in his hair as I rode the ridge of him. “Don’t stop…”

And the worst part?

And they didn’t.

My body was still shaking from the aftermath, the waves of pleasure still humming under my skin when Louis’s grip on my waist shifted, strong, possessive.

You’re going to make him lose it,” Louis murmured against my skin, his mouth still close to my breast, his voice low and wicked.

Levi’s cock rubbed at my entrance, the swollen head teasing me with every rock of my hips. It was torture. Sweet, burning, sacred torture.

My breath hitched.

Levi’s forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged. Louis kissed along my back, his fingers coaxing more pleasure from my body than I thought possible.

Louis’s grip tightened on my waist as I rolled my hips over him again and again, the thick length of him sliding along my soaked folds. The friction was maddening, every drag of his cock against me sparking lightning behind my eyes.

Louis kissed my spine, a smile in his voice. “And you’re not done yet…”

“I won’t,” he muttered around my skin, voice thick, lips never leaving my breast. “Not until you fall apart again.”

To my side, Levi watched with parted lips, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with dark hunger. He reached down, wrapping a hand around himself, stroking in slow, rhythmic motions as he watched Louis dominate the moment.

His fingers slid between my thighs again, spreading me gently. Then.

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my clit, circling it in slow, purposeful strokes that made my entire body jolt with

sensation.

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I sat up slowly, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself. The warmth of their touch couldn’t chase away the hollow in my chest.

“I do,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his, teasing him. “I feel every twitch…. every ache you’re holding back.”

I watched as he tensed, his body straining as he came, his head tipped back, his face caught in that perfect, broken bliss. The sight sent another wave of heat rolling through me.

The room around me faded.

His body went rigid.

Levi groaned, his hips shifting up instinctively, the thick head of him grinding against my entrance with more pressure. I gasped, clutching his shoulders, the sensation so intense I saw stars.

His hands gripped me tight, stilling me mid–motion, and before I could speak, he pulled me off him with a sharp breath.

“Switch,” he said flatly to Levi.

To the side, I caught Levi watching us, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched, his hand wrapped around himself as he stroked slowly, almost reverently. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, watching every move I made.

Louis’s arms circled me first, his chest rising and falling under me. Levi shifted in closer, his hand brushing my hair back, his lips ghosting over my temple.

I never wanted it to stop.

Behind me, Louis wasn’t idle.

Louis reached for me, his fingers catching mine. “Liv… he’s struggling.”

“I want to feel you fall apart,” he murmured. “Right here. Between us.”

Our bodies moved in a rhythm that was all tension and longing, every brush of his tip making me whimper. Every flick of Louis’s thumb sent sparks burstin

And there–seated in the chair, facing away from me–was Lennox.

And when I opened my eyes again, I was standing in the study.

hind my eyes.

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His eyes met mine.

And gods, so did I.

“Come here,” Louis said, pulling me onto his lap, positioning me over him.

Levi stirred. “He should be around somewhere,” he said softly, but even he sounded

unsure.

“I want you to feel all of it,” Levi growled, his voice thick with strain, “even if I can’t be inside you.”

“You said you just wanted to feel the tip,” Louis murmured. “So that’s all you get!

I moaned in response, and the vibration made Levi shudder.

My entire body was a storm of sensation–heat, friction, pressure. Levi’s cock teasing, Louis’s hands orchestrating my pleasure.

Then came the sting–his palm slapped the inside of my thigh, not harsh but sharp enough to jolt me, send another rush of arousal through my already–overstimulated body.

“Louis,” I moaned, my hips twitching against his restraint.

Levi chuckled hoarsely. “Didn’t have to. You broke me anyway.”

Levi groaned–deep, guttural–as I took his cock into my mouth, matching the rhythm of my hips against Louis with the motion of my mouth around him. The combination was too much. The push and pull. The dominance and surrender. The way Louis’s hands guided my movement while Levi trembled under my touch.

Louis moved beneath me with new purpose. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me harder, faster along his length. I cried out, the rhythm turning wild, desperate, perfect.

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