Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 298: First Time

Olivia’s POV

I couldn’t move.

Every part of felt heavy, like I’d been wrung out completely. My legs trembled without lifting, and my breath ca in soft, uneven waves. I was floating sowhere between reality and the stars, my body humming with lingering pleasure, my mind blank and full at the sa ti.

I felt Louis pull out slowly, and then his warmth shifted beside . I reached out blindly, needing him close, and the mont our lips t, I lted into him. It was soft... unhurried... like he was pouring every unspoken word into that kiss.

And when he pulled away, I let myself fall back against the mattress.

My limbs refused to move.

I couldn’t even lift my head, but I didn’t feel afraid. I felt... safe.

Louis tucked himself beside , brushing damp hair from my face. Levi’s lips were warm against my shoulder, and Lennox was still pressing kisses to my stomach, his touch delicate now, like he was afraid to break .

"You okay?" Louis asked, his voice low and gentle, fingers brushing over the back of my hand.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah," I whispered, though even I could hear the exhaustion in my voice. "Just... tired."

"Your body’s limp," Levi murmured near my ear, concern threading through his voice.

I tried to smile. "I can’t move."

Louis kissed my temple. "You don’t have to. Let us take care of you."

I barely registered it when Levi disappeared, only to return with a warm cloth. The bed shifted gently as he cleaned between my thighs with slow, careful strokes. I winced once—my body too sensitive—but he murmured an apology and soothed the spot with his lips.

Then Lennox was at my side, wrapping the blanket over my body, tucking it around like I was sothing precious.

Louis cradled my hand in his, his thumb stroking across my knuckles. "You did amazingly," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I blinked slowly, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes—not from pain, not even from the pleasure—but from the way they looked at now. Like I was made of sothing rare. Sothing sacred.

Lennox climbed into bed beside , his chest pressed to my back, while Levi curled at my other side. Louis remained in front of , his forehead resting against mine.

I was cocooned between them. Warm. Protected. Held.

No words were needed now. Their hands said enough—the way they stroked my arms, threaded fingers through my hair, kissed the spots they’d once claid with fire.

And slowly... gently...

I drifted off to sleep with their hearts beating around mine.

In my dream, I was thirteen again.

I was sitting cross-legged on the library carpet, tucked between two towering shelves of books that slled of old paper and stories long forgotten. The room was quiet, except for the distant sound of a ticking clock and pages turning.

Lennox, Levi, and Louis sat nearby—sprawled out lazily on the rug, bored out of their minds. They had followed there after training, still wearing their sweat-damp shirts and looking completely out of place in a room full of silence and books.

"Why are we even here?" Lennox grumbled, flipping through a comic book without reading a word. "You said this would be five minutes."

I ignored him, flipping through the novel I’d just found. My eyes widened as I reached a particular paragraph, and my cheeks instantly flushed.

"Whoa," I whispered.

Levi looked over, curious. "What?"

I hesitated, then turned the book toward him, pointing to the passage. "It says... the girl’s first ti was sweet and pleasurable. What does that even an?"

Everything went still.

Levi blinked. "Wait, what?"

Louis leaned over to peek at the page, but before he could read it, Lennox was already snatching the book out of my hands.

"Olivia!" he barked. "You shouldn’t be reading stuff like this!"

My eyes narrowed, my face burning more from embarrassnt than guilt. "Why not? I just wanted to know."

"You’re thirteen!" he shouted, waving the book in the air like it was sothing dangerous. "You’re not supposed to read stuff about... that!"

"Fine," I snapped, crossing my arms. "I’ll just ask soone else!"

I stood abruptly, but Louis was faster. He gently caught my arm and guided back to the floor, his voice calm and soothing.

"Hey, hey, relax," he said softly. "You don’t need to go asking soone else. If you’re really curious... ask us."

I glanced at him, surprised.

Louis gave a small smile. "You can always ask us anything, rember?"

Levi scratched the back of his neck, clearly flustered. "Yeah, just... maybe not here. Or, like, out loud."

Lennox groaned. "Seriously?"

I looked between them, still pouting but a little calr. "I just... I don’t understand what it ans when they say it was ’sweet.’ Isn’t sex supposed to hurt the first ti?"

The triplets all froze.

Levi coughed. Lennox looked like he wanted to jump out a window. Louis just rubbed his temples slowly.

"Well," Louis said eventually, choosing his words carefully, "for so people... it can hurt a little at first. But if it’s with soone who really cares about you, soone who’s gentle and patient... then yeah, it can be sweet and pleasurable."

I looked at him, wide-eyed. "Oh..."

"Why are we even having this conversation?" Lennox muttered under his breath, shoving the book into his jacket like it was a threat to national security.

I thought about what Louis had said—if it’s with soone who really cares about you... soone gentle... then it can be sweet.

I looked at them.

At Lennox, who was still pretending to read his comic, but his jaw was tense.

At Levi, who had turned a little red and was scratching behind his ear, awkwardly avoiding my gaze.

At Louis, who still sat beside , calm but lost in his thoughts.

The words ca out before I could stop them. "Then I’d like my first ti to be with you guys."

Silence.

All three of them stared at .

Levi choked on air. Lennox looked like he’d just short-circuited. And Louis—his mouth opened slightly, then closed again.

"What?" Levi asked, his voice a cracked whisper.

"I’m serious," I said, hugging my knees to my chest. "If it’s supposed to be sweet and pleasurable... if it’s supposed to an sothing... then I want it to be with you. With all of you."

Lennox shot up from the floor like he’d been burned. "Okay, that’s it." He pointed at the book tucked in his jacket. "From now on, before you read anything, I’m going to approve it first. You’re banned from the romance section."

I flinched, his tone sharper than I expected.

Louis exhaled slowly. "Olivia..."

"What?" I asked, defensive now. "I’m not a kid anymore. I’m thirteen. I can have feelings."

"You’re still young," Levi said gently. "You’ll understand more as you grow up."

"No!" I snapped. "That’s what you all say! ’You’re too young. You don’t know what you’re talking about.’ But I do know how I feel."

None of them spoke. Just silence.

And that silence hurt more than anything.

I rose to my feet, my fists clenched at my sides. "Fine. If you don’t want to be my first, I’ll give it to soone else who does."

That made Lennox move. Fast.

He stepped in front of , his eyes blazing with possession. "Take that back."

I looked up at him, tears burning behind my eyes. "Why? Because it’s true?"

"Take it back, Olivia," he said, his voice low and but full of warning.

I shook my head, lips trembling. "No. I ant it."

Levi stood slowly, walking over and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Oli," he said softly. "We’re not saying we don’t want to. But this conversation—it’s just too soon."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the sting in my chest.

He tilted his head, pressing his forehead to mine. "Can we... have this talk again when you’re older? When we’ve all grown up a bit?"

I blinked, and a tear slid down my cheek. Levi wiped it gently with his thumb.

"Okay?" he asked, voice tender.

I didn’t answer. I just nodded slowly, burying my face against Levi’s chest as more tears slipped down my cheeks.

The room was quiet. Too quiet. I felt their discomfort, their confusion... and sothing else. Sothing heavier.

Then I heard footsteps approaching.

And before I could pull away, Lennox was standing right in front of .

He cupped my face unexpectedly, tilting it up to et his eyes. His brows were drawn, mouth tight, and I saw real pain behind his gaze.

"Stop crying," he whispered, his voice rough. "I... I hate seeing your tears."

I blinked, startled. "Lennox—"

He didn’t let finish.

He pulled away from Levi and straight into his arms, holding tight. Like he needed it too. Like letting go wasn’t an option. His chin rested on top of my head, and I felt his chest rise and fall, slow and heavy.

Then, he leaned down—his breath warm against my ear—and whispered so only I could hear:

"Okay... fine. I promise. One day, when the ti is right... we’ll be your first."

I froze for a mont, my breath catching.

Then slowly, my lips curved.

A small, shy smile broke through the sadness.

I nodded into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist, holding on like it ant everything. Because to , it did.