Olivia’s POV
He didn’t smirk like Levi, nor did he growl like Lennox. He just stood there in the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable, watching the scene before him. But the heat in his gaze was undeniable. It wrapped around , making my skin prickle, my core clench with need all over again.
"You couldn’t wait for ," he said softly, his voice calm, but beneath it, I could hear the strain, the restraint barely holding him together.
"Louis..." I whispered, my voice hoarse, my body trembling from the pleasurable feelings Lennox and Levi had already unleashed on .
He stepped closer, each movent deliberate, controlled, as though fighting every instinct to simply take. His hand ca to my cheek, warm, steady, grounding. He brushed his thumb across my lips, his eyes locked on mine.
"Let ," he murmured. Not a demand, not a tease—just a promise.
And when I nodded, he leaned down and kissed .
It wasn’t a crashing, desperate kiss like Lennox’s, nor a taunting one like Levi’s. It was deep, consuming, tender in its slowness—yet sohow it set ablaze. His mouth moved against mine with reverence, savoring , tasting as if I were his salvation.
Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands beneath my thighs and lifted effortlessly from the counter. I gasped against his lips as he carried toward the wall, pressing gently but firmly against it. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my body arching to him, craving more.
When he finally entered , it wasn’t with a harsh thrust—it was slow, deliberate, inch by inch, filling completely. A moan spilled from my throat, tears pricking my eyes at the overwhelming sensation.
"Olivia..." Louis breathed, his forehead pressed to mine. "I love you. Only you."
He moved slowly at first, each stroke long, deep, asured. His control was maddening, drawing out the pleasure until my body shook with the need for more. Every roll of his hips stroked that aching spot inside , dragging higher and higher.
"Louis—please..." I whimpered, clawing at his back.
His composure cracked, just barely. His pace quickened, his breath coming in harsh pants against my ear as his thrusts grew harder, deeper, the sound of our bodies eting filling the steam-heavy air.
When his hand slipped between us, circling my clit with devastating precision, my body broke apart again. My cry was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed through my climax, his hips driving into until he finally let go too, his groan low and rough as he spilled inside .
For a mont, he held there, still joined, his arms strong and steady, his breath hot against my skin. Unlike the others, he didn’t pull away imdiately. He just stayed inside , whispering softly, "You’re ours."
I smiled faintly and kissed him again, my lips lingering on his as his warmth surrounded . Louis kissed back slowly, tenderly, like he had all the ti in the world, like I wasn’t already trembling from being claid over and over. His hand cupped the back of my head, keeping close.
When Louis finally pulled back, his lips lingering on mine, he didn’t rush. His hand cradled the back of my head, keeping close. For once, there was no hurry, no fire—just his warmth surrounding , holding together.
Before I could even catch my breath, Lennox’s strong arms scooped up, carrying out of the steam and back toward the waiting tub. Levi was already there, sleeves rolled up, filling it with warm water that slled faintly of herbs.
"Sit," Levi murmured, his hands surprisingly gentle as he guided down into the water.
Steam curled around again, but this ti it wasn’t about passion—it was about care. Lennox knelt behind , running warm water over my hair, his touch slow and steady. Louis was on my right, carefully wiping my arms with a soft cloth. Levi on my left, brushing the water over my legs with almost reverent hands.
I leaned back, my wolf sighing inside as the three of them cared for like I was their most precious jewelry.
When they finished, Levi wrapped in a thick towel and lifted to my feet. Louis pressed a kiss to my temple. Lennox’s hand lingered against my lower back.
We went back to the room together, the sll of food waiting for us. A tray sat on the table—warm bread, eggs, and fruit. My stomach rumbled, reminding how long it had been since I last ate.
We ate quietly, but their eyes never left . Every bite I took, every sip of water—I could feel their worry, their love.
When I finally set my fork down, I looked at the three of them, my chest tight. "I need to go ho," I said softly. "I need to change. And after that..." I swallowed hard. "I’m going to Frederick."
The silence was heavy. Levi’s jaw tightened. Lennox’s hand fisted against the table. Louis’s gaze sharpened, his calm mask slipping for a second.
"I’ll be fine," I whispered.
For a long mont, none of them spoke. Then, one by one, they nodded. Slowly. Reluctantly. But they nodded.
"We’ll be close," Lennox muttered, his voice rough.
"Reach through the mind link if anything goes wrong," Levi added, his eyes full of worry.
"Don’t keep any information away from us," Louis finished, his hand covering mine.
I gave them a small smile, even though my heart felt heavy. "I’ll be fine," I whispered again, more to myself than to them. "I have to be."
Louis’s hand squeezed mine tighter. Levi’s wolf brushed against mine, restless but loyal. And Lennox—he didn’t speak, but his eyes said everything. Anger. Fear. And love, even if he tried to hide it behind his hard stare.
For a mont, I looked at them one by one, trying to rember their faces. They looked at as if this could be the last ti. My chest hurt at the thought.
"I love you three," I said softly, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
All three answered together. "And we love you."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and stood up. While holding their gazes , I teleported away.
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