Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 295: First Sex

Olivia’s POV

The bed dipped as they climbed on, surrounding .

It seed Louis would go in first because he settled between my thighs. His hands slid up my legs, thumbs circling the insides of my thighs, coaxing open. He looked up at with those rich brown eyes, full of hunger and desire.

Lennox and Levi stayed close—one on either side of . Levi took my breast into his mouth without a word, tongue flicking and sucking with a greed that had my hips lifting from the mattress. Lennox claid my mouth, kissing slow and deep, fingers threading into my hair as if he were grounding us both.

Louis leaned in.

But instead of pressing inside , he licked my pussy—one slow, possessive drag of his tongue that made my back arch and my mouth break from Lennox’s kiss in a gasp.

"Gods," I whispered, trembling.

Louis only smirked against my skin, then pressed another soft, devastating kiss before pulling back.

I blinked, confused for a mont... until Lennox slid between my legs, taking Louis’s place. He smirked at —that smirk he always wore when things went his way.

"I picked first, darling," he murmured, his voice a low, heated rumble that sent a shiver dancing down my spine.

I sucked a deep breath, feeling my wolf purring for action... The bitch was impatient. Not like they were shifting and taking in wolf form.

Lennox leaned down, his mouth hovering just above mine. "You still sure?" he whispered, eyes searching mine.

My whole body answered before my voice could. I nodded, pulling him down for a kiss that held nothing back.

Lennox pulled back slightly, his fingers brushing along my jaw before trailing lower. "Let’s open you up first," he whispered, and before I could brace myself, two of his fingers slid inside .

I gasped, my hips jerking, the sudden fullness startling and overwhelming. But before the sound could fully escape, Levi sealed my lips with his mouth, swallowing my moan as his tongue tangled with mine.

Louis, ever attuned to my every breath, took my nipple into his mouth, sucking softly—tenderly—his hand splayed over my chest as though trying to soothe the tremble coursing through .

Lennox moved his fingers slowly, carefully, curling them inside , stretching with deliberate intent. My thighs quivered, and a needy whimper slipped into Levi’s mouth. I was unraveling, undone by too much sensation and not enough—never enough—of them.

"Please," I whispered against Levi’s lips, my voice cracked and breathless. I broke the kiss, my gaze finding Lennox. "Please... go in."

His eyes darkened with restrained hunger, and he leaned closer, nuzzling my cheek. "You sure, baby?" he asked again, his voice hoarse with control.

I nodded—desperate now. "Please, Lennox..."

Then I felt it—the blunt, hot press of his tip nudging at my entrance.

My breath hitched.

It was bigger than I rembered. Or maybe it just felt that way because I was so overwheld.

I tensed instinctively, the pressure already bordering on pain.

"Breathe, love," Levi murmured beside , his hand coming to rest gently over my heart. "Look at him. Don’t fight it."

My eyes locked with Lennox’s, and he held my gaze like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. He moved slowly, inch by agonizing inch, every muscle in his body trembling with restraint.

Louis leaned up to brush a kiss against my jaw before lowering again, his tongue circling my nipple while his fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. "We’ve got you, mate," he whispered. "Every part of you."

My eyes stayed locked on Lennox’s as I felt him push deeper. There was a sudden sting—a sharp tear of discomfort that made gasp, my fingers curling into the sheets.

His eyes widened with worry, the heat in them instantly softened by concern. He froze.

"I’m sorry," he mouthed, lips barely moving.

But I didn’t want him to be sorry. I wanted him. I reached up, cupping his jaw, never breaking our gaze.

"It’s okay," I whispered. "Don’t stop."

He pulled back just slightly, enough to give a mont, and then slid back in—gentle, controlled—our eyes never wavering. The burn gave way to a deeper fullness, one that made my breath catch.

Louis was still at my breast, his tongue lapping softly, soothing the ache building in my chest. Levi’s lips trailed kisses down my shoulder and neck, his fingers brushing through my hair like he was trying to ease my discomfort.

My eyes locked on Lennox, who leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to my thigh—first one, then another.

Then he began to move.

Slow.

asured.

Deep.

Like he was morizing every gasp, every flutter of my lashes, every tremble that danced over my skin.

I moaned, the sound raw and deep, my fingers finding his back and holding him close as he rocked into .

"I’ve got you," he murmured, his voice shaking with restraint. "So perfect."

I released a soft moan, unable to speak, overwheld by pleasure.

Lennox began thrusting deeper into , stretching to take all of him. My gasp slipped into a moan, and he stilled again, teeth clenched, muscles taut like a bow pulled too tight.

Our eyes t, and it was like the world narrowed to the space between our breaths.

He was holding back. I could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way his muscles flexed as if straining against a leash. His restraint was noble... but I didn’t want it.

"Don’t," I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into . "Don’t hold back."

His eyes darkened—blazing amber now—and then he moved.

Gods.

The first real thrust sent sparks up my spine. He rocked into slow, then deeper, hips rolling with a rhythm that made my entire body quake beneath him. My fingers clutched his back, my mouth falling open in a moan I didn’t try to hide.

My wolf stirred, her moans echoing through my mind, pressing against the edges of , purring, wild, needy. She wanted this. All of it. So did I.

"Fuck, Olivia," Levi whispered at my ear, brushing my hair back and kissing the sensitive skin behind it. His lips trailed down my throat, teeth grazing lightly. "You’re doing so good."

Louis’s mouth closed around my other breast, tongue circling, suckling softly, his hands holding steady while Lennox rocked deeper.

I whimpered, then cried out as Lennox changed angle, hitting sothing that made stars burst behind my eyes.

My hips arched to et him.

My moans grew louder.

The discomfort had lted into heat, pure, molten pleasure that stole the breath from my lungs.

Lennox buried his face in the crook of my neck, groaning like the restraint he’d clung to was finally unraveling. And then he let loose.

His pace changed.

His thrusts beca stronger, deeper, primal.

I held his gaze, watching the pleasure unravel him the sa way it was consuming . His amber eyes locked with mine, and it wasn’t just our bodies that were joined. It was everything. Our souls, wolves, hearts.

"I love you," he breathed, his voice ragged as his thrusts grew desperate. "I’ve always loved you."

The next thrust knocked the breath from my lips, and I moaned aloud—helplessly, shalessly. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he moved faster, harder, filling so completely I thought I might collapse out of pleasure.

"Lennox," I gasped, my eyes fluttering.

"I’ve got you, baby," he groaned against my throat, his lips brushing my skin.

Louis’s hands moved over my body, coaxing pleasure to bloom where Lennox left none, while Levi’s fingers found my clit, circling it with skilled, feather-light touches that had my hips jerking and my mouth falling open in a cry I couldn’t contain.

My body burned, my wolf howled with pure, wild joy, the sound echoing inside , fueling my pleasure. I was surrounded by them—claid by them—worshipped by them.

The rhythm of Lennox’s hips grew rougher, faster, and I could feel him—every inch of him—deep inside, hitting a part of that sent my vision spinning.

"I love you," I gasped suddenly, my voice breaking as I stared up at Lennox.

His rhythm faltered for a heartbeat.

His eyes widened, then softened, and sothing broke open in him.

And when he hit that spot again... stars exploded behind my eyes.

Levi’s lips crashed into mine, passionate and heated, while still circling my clit in slow, tantalizing strokes that had my body writhing beneath their touch. The dual sensations—his mouth and fingers—kept hovering at the edge, my cries swallowed into his kiss as I trembled.

Louis hadn’t let up. His mouth was hot and wet around my nipple, tugging, sucking, his other hand stroking himself as if the sight of under his brothers, flushed and trembling—was all he needed. I opened my eyes just for a mont and caught his expression: eyes dark, lips parted, desire etched in every line of his face. He was close, but holding back.

Lennox groaned above , his pace shifting, his thrusts turning faster, almost frantic. I could feel him pulsing deep inside , his body tightening as he drove into again and again.

"Oh gods—" I moaned into Levi’s mouth, as pleasure crashed through , my walls clenched around him.

"Lennox!" I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

The pressure inside coiled impossibly tight, Levi’s fingers never stopping, the wet sounds of his strokes mixing with Lennox’s deep grunts and the desperate cries spilling from my lips.

Then, through the haze of pleasure, I whispered again, "I love you."

His eyes widened, pupils blown, and I saw the effect of those three words. His thrusts faltered, then deepened. More intense. More urgent. His entire body locked as he drove into one last ti and groaned my na like it was the only word that mattered.

"Olivia—" Lennox growled, his hips jerking as he ca inside . My walls clenched around him, milking every drop of him as he ca inside with a loud, guttural moan. The heat of him filled so completely it made my entire body tremble.

Levi pulled back just as Lennox leaned down, kissing , slow and tender this ti, like he was sealing sothing sacred between us. His breath was still ragged, his body trembling as he held himself above .

"Thank you," he whispered against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. "That was perfect."

He pulled out slowly, lingering just a mont longer inside , like he didn’t want to leave. And when he finally moved, settling beside , my breath was still catching in my throat.

Levi didn’t wait. His fingers slid beneath my knees, lifting and spreading gently, taking his position between my thighs with a grin that promised no rcy.