Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 357: His Play

Olivia’s POV

I lay on the bed, my heart beating fast. Louis positioned himself in front of , his eyes dark, heavy with lust. Levi and Lennox were close too, but they stayed back, waiting. I looked at Louis, my chest rising and falling, and I whispered, "Louis... I want you to... control . Tie . Blindfold . I want it."

His lips curved into a slow smile, deep and dangerous. "You want to give yourself to ?" he asked, his voice low like thunder.

"Yes," I breathed out, my cheeks warm. "All of ."

He leaned down, his hand grabbing my chin, tilting my head up. His eyes burned into mine. "Really?"

"Yes, Alpha," I whispered, my voice shaking.

"Good girl," he said, kissing hard before pulling away.

Louis took a cloth and tied it over my eyes. Darkness fell, and my body trembled with excitent. Not seeing made everything sharper—the sound of his steps, the brush of his fingers, even my own breath. He tied my wrists to the bedposts, strong but not painful, and I gasped softly, feeling how helpless I was now.

"Perfect," he murmured against my ear. "Now, you belong to ."

I felt his hands trail down my body, slow and teasing. He didn’t rush. He dragged his fingers over my skin, making shiver. Then his lips touched my neck, sucking lightly before biting just enough to make moan.

Behind him, I heard Levi’s breath. Lennox’s soft growl. Louis’s voice cut through the air. "You two do not touch her until I give the word."

"Yes, sir," they said together.

I almost smiled to myself ... were they joining in the play...?

Louis moved lower, kissing between my breasts, his hand squeezing one while his tongue circled the other. I arched my back, my body begging for more, but the ropes held down. I pulled against them, helpless, needy.

"Please," I whispered.

"Not yet," Louis said firmly. He pulled back, and I whimpered at the loss. Then I felt the bed dip—Levi on one side, Lennox on the other. I could differentiate them through their scent. Louis’s voice commanded, "Kiss her. But nothing more."

Their lips brushed my shoulders, my collarbone, moving in soft, teasing touches. I gasped, my chest rising high, the heat building between my legs. I wanted more. I wanted all of them.

"Louis," I begged, "please... I need—"

Louis groaned. "Levi, lick her. Slowly. Lennox, hold her legs open. Don’t stop until I say."

"Yes, sir," they answered in unison.

I gasped as Levi’s tongue slid over my pussy, slow and teasing, while Lennox’s hands forced my thighs wide, keeping open. I squird, but Louis’s hand pressed down on my stomach, pinning .

"Stay still," he ordered. His other hand slapped my inner thigh, making whimper. "If you move, I stop."

Levi’s tongue worked harder, sucking, flicking, sending sparks racing through . My moans filled the room. I was so close, trembling under the heat.

But just as I was about to break, Louis’s voice cut sharp. "Stop."

Levi pulled away instantly. I cried out in frustration, my body shaking.

Louis leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. "You don’t co until I let you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I begged. "Please, Louis... I need..."

He silenced with a kiss so rough it stole my breath. His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers brushing just enough to make cry out. "You don’t get to need. You get what I give."

I moaned, my body shaking under his control. Every touch was fire. Every second he delayed made ache more. Finally, he pushed two fingers inside , slow, deep. I gasped loudly, my legs pulling against the ropes, but I couldn’t close them. He moved his fingers steadily, twisting them just right, and I scread his na.

Louis’s breath was hot against my ear. "Not yet, Olivia. Hold it."

I cried, shaking, my body begging for release. He pulled his fingers out, and I heard him lick them clean. "Delicious," he growled.

Then I felt him push my legs wider, his hard length pressing against . He thrust in deep, filling in one stroke, and I cried out, the ropes holding as he pounded into . His pace was hard, each thrust shaking the bed.

"Master!" I scread, my voice breaking.

"Say who owns you," he growled, his hand wrapping around my throat lightly, forcing my head back.

"You do! You all!" I gasped.

"Louder!"

"You all! You own !"

"Good girl," he said, slamming harder.

I could hear Levi groaning, Lennox growling, holding themselves back because Louis hadn’t given the word. My body was on fire, every nerve alive.

Finally, Louis whispered in my ear, "Now, darling. Co for ."

The mont the words left him, my whole body shattered. I scread his na as waves of pleasure tore through , harder than ever. My body shook, my breath broke, but Louis didn’t stop. He thrust deeper, riding through it, until, with a low growl, he spilled inside , his body pressing down into the sheets.

The ropes dug into my skin, the blindfold still tight, and all I could feel was Louis’s weight, his breath, his power.

"Mine," he whispered, kissing rough again. "Always mine."

Louis untied my wrists and removed the blindfold, his big hands gentle now. My wrists tingled where the ties had been, and as soon as the last knot ca loose, I fell forward into his chest. He caught easily, pulling against him, his arms wrapping up tight.

Levi and Lennox moved closer, surrounding . Levi kissed the side of my face softly, whispering, "You were perfect." Lennox’s hand stroked my hair, strong and protective. I felt safe, wrapped up in all of them.

Louis kissed my temple and held even closer. His voice was softer now. "Rest, darling. You belong here."

I breathed out slowly, my body lting in their warmth. My head rested on Louis’s shoulder, Levi’s arm circled my waist, and Lennox’s chest pressed to my back. For a while, there was nothing but their breathing, the steady rhythm calming .

And then—

A sharp whisper cut through my mind.

"Olivia."

I froze, my eyes snapping open.

It was Sofia.

"Olivia, please... I need your help. It’s urgent."