Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 149: His Touch

Olivia's POV

He rose from the chair slowly. I stood frozen, like a prey caught in the gaze of a predator. My body reacted before I could stop it, heat rushing down my spine and settling between my thighs.

"Take off your clothes," he said, his voice low and commanding.

I flinched, eyes wide. "No…"

His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but certainty. "Now."

My breath hitched. Something in his tone didn't leave room for refusal. My hands trembled as I reached for the thin strap on my shoulder, dragging it down slowly. Then the other.

The silk slipped off, dropping at my feet.

I stood there, naked.

Shivering, not from cold, but from the overwhelming awareness of his gaze raking over every inch of my body.

And then I saw it.

Desire.

Raw. Hungry. Unfiltered.

It gleamed in his eyes, darkening them, tightening his jaw.

He moved—one step, then another—until he was in front of me. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

His hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly down my arm. I gasped at the touch—so gentle, but electric. My nipples hardened painfully as his fingers ghosted over my skin.

"You're burning," he murmured, almost to himself. "Your body's begging for relief."

He pulled me closer, and my chest pressed against his. The contact sent sparks shooting through me. Then Suddenly, his mouth descended on mine as he kissed me.

I whimpered.

The kiss deepened. His tongue brushed against mine, coaxing, exploring. My knees buckled slightly, but his arm was already around my waist, holding me up.

His mouth trailed down my throat, his stubble scraping just enough to make me shiver. He kissed lower, his warm breath brushing over my chest. Then he took a nipple into his mouth.

I moaned.

Loudly.

My hands tangled in his hair as he sucked, gently at first, then harder. My thighs clenched together, my pussy aching. I could barely think—barely breathe.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, and lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I didn't fight it. I couldn't.

He carried me to the bed, laying me down like something precious. Then his hands moved to my thighs, spreading them apart.

"Please…" I whispered, not knowing if I was begging him to stop or to keep going.

He dipped his head between my legs, and the moment his tongue touched me, I cried out—arching off the bed. He licked slowly, thoroughly, tasting every part of me. My hips moved on their own, chasing his mouth.

I was losing my mind.

My fingers gripped the sheets, my eyes squeezing shut as he pushed me closer to organism. His tongue circled, flicked, then plunged, and I shattered. Moaning loudly, bucking under him.

I cried out, my hips lifting. He continued to lick slowly, deeply. My back arched, and I couldn't stop the sounds coming from my mouth.

I moaned louder as he sucked and tasted me. My hands pulled at his hair. My legs wrapped around his neck.

"Please," I whispered. "I can't…"

He kissed his way back up to my lips. I tasted myself on him.

Then his fingers slipped inside me.

I gasped, moaning louder. I was soaking, and his fingers moved perfectly, hitting all the right spots. My hips rocked against him. I couldn't think. My mind was foggy.

My mind tried to think of them—Louis… Lennox… Levi…—but the heat was too intense.

He kissed his way back up my body, and for a moment, I was completely lost in the feeling—until he suddenly stopped.

I opened my eyes.

His fingers moved slowly out of me, brushing my hair aside. Then he froze again.

His eyes were on the side of my neck.

Where the marks of the triplets were imprinted.

His breath caught. He stared at it like it meant something big.

My chest rose and fell quickly. I was dizzy from everything, but I knew something had changed.

He stared at the mark on my neck for a long time. His brows pulled together, and I could feel the tension roll off him.

Then his eyes drifted lower—to the other side of my neck.

And then… lower still. To my shoulder.

His eyes narrowed.

"Why do you have three mate marks?" he asked quietly.

My breath caught in my throat. I froze. I hadn't realized he'd noticed all of them. I even thought he had seen them but didn't care.

I swallowed hard. My lips trembled as I whispered, "Because… I have three mates."

A tense silence hung in the air.

His eyes widened. "Three?"

I nodded slowly.

His expression shifted. Confusion. Shock. Maybe even worry. He sat back, studying me harder now—like he was seeing me for the first time.

"Which pack are you from?" he asked.

I hesitated.

Fear twisted in my stomach. I couldn't answer. I didn't know if it was safe to tell him… what if he used me against the triplets?

So I stayed quiet.

He stood up abruptly. "Which pack?"

I flinched at the harsh tone of his voice.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked, confused.

He cursed under his breath. "Shit. Shit!"

He ran a hand through his hair and stepped away from the bed. I watched him walk over to a table, grab his phone, and unlock it quickly. His fingers moved fast across the screen.

Then he stopped.

His whole body stilled as he stared at something on his screen.

His face went pale.

His eyes slowly lifted to mine.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said in a low, disbelieving growl.

My heart dropped.

I had no idea what he'd seen.

But I knew something wasn't right…

"Damn it!" He hurled the phone at the wall, and I flinched in fear.

He looked back at me. This time, there was no trace of desire in him, the only thing I could see was anger and pain.

"You're Olivia," he said, and my eyes widened. How did he know that? What did he see on his phone? Had the triplets posted something? A missing person alert?

The heat inside me vanished instantly. My stomach turned. "Do you know me?" I asked, my voice shaking.

He scoffed bitterly and ran both hands through his hair. "Of course I do!" he growled. "You're my nephews' wife. Lennox, Levi, and Louis… they're my nephews."

My eyes widened in horror.

What!