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. Sothing 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 glead in his eyes, darkening them, tightening his jaw.
He moved—one step, then another—until he was in front of . 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 closer, and my chest pressed against his. The contact sent sparks shooting through . Then Suddenly, his mouth descended on mine as he kissed .
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 up.
His mouth trailed down my throat, his stubble scraping just enough to make 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 effortlessly into his arms. I didn't fight it. I couldn't.
He carried to the bed, laying down like sothing 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 mont his tongue touched , I cried out—arching off the bed. He licked slowly, thoroughly, tasting every part of . 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 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 . 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 .
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 mont, I was completely lost in the feeling—until he suddenly stopped.
I opened my eyes.
His fingers moved slowly out of , 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 ant sothing big.
My chest rose and fell quickly. I was dizzy from everything, but I knew sothing had changed.
He stared at the mark on my neck for a long ti. 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 harder now—like he was seeing for the first ti.
"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 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 sothing on his screen.
His face went pale.
His eyes slowly lifted to mine.
"You've got to be fucking kidding ," he said in a low, disbelieving growl.
My heart dropped.
I had no idea what he'd seen.
But I knew sothing wasn't right…
"Damn it!" He hurled the phone at the wall, and I flinched in fear.
He looked back at . This ti, 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 sothing? A missing person alert?
The heat inside vanished instantly. My stomach turned. "Do you know ?" 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.
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