Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286: Pleasured

Olivia’s POV

Levi hesitated, torn, but the desire between us was undeniable. Slowly, carefully, he guided his cock to my entrance, the thick head brushing against the slick heat of me. We both moaned at the contact, the tension snapping taut as a bowstring. I rocked my hips slightly, letting the tip of him slide along my folds—wet and pulsing, so close, yet not inside. The friction was delicious and maddening. My breath came in shallow gasps as I moved, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my core. Levi’s grip on my hips tightened.

"Moon... you’re killing me," he groaned, his voice guttural.

Behind me, Louis wasn’t idle.

His fingers slid between my thighs again, spreading me gently. Then his thumb found my clit, circling it in slow, purposeful strokes that made my entire body jolt with sensation.

"Gods—Louis," I cried, my hips bucking between them.

Louis chuckled softly, his breath hot against my skin.

"I want to feel you fall apart," he murmured. "Right here. Between us."

Levi’s cock rubbed at my entrance, the swollen head teasing me with every rock of my hips. It was torture. Sweet, burning, sacred torture.

Our bodies moved in a rhythm that was all tension and longing, every brush of his tip making me whimper. Every flick of Louis’s thumb sent sparks bursting behind my eyes.

"Don’t stop," I whispered again, my voice shaking with emotion. "Don’t stop..."

And they didn’t.

Levi’s forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged. Louis kissed along my back, his fingers coaxing more pleasure from my body than I thought possible.

Levi’s cock pulsed at my entrance, hot and throbbing against my slick folds as I rocked my hips again, slower this time, savoring the friction. He let out a sharp breath, his hands flexing around my waist as if anchoring himself against the urge to thrust deeper.

His eyes locked on mine—dark, dilated, pleading.

"Olivia, you don’t know what you’re doing to me..."

"I do," I whispered, brushing my lips against his, teasing him. "I feel every twitch... every ache you’re holding back."

And gods, so did I.

Louis’s fingers never stopped circling my clit—slow, steady, devastating. His other hand slid up, splaying across my stomach, holding me close as he pressed his chest to my back, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear.

"She’s trembling," he murmured to Levi, his voice deep and full of praise. "So damn responsive."

Levi groaned, his hips shifting up instinctively, the thick head of him grinding against my entrance with more pressure. I gasped, clutching his shoulders, the sensation so intense I saw stars.

"I want you to feel all of it," Levi growled, his voice thick with strain, "even if I can’t be inside you."

Louis kissed my neck from behind, slow and savoring.

I whimpered in pleasure.

Louis reached around, his fingers replacing his thumb, now sliding in gentle strokes over my clit—up and down, slow at first, then firmer, more insistent. I bucked helplessly against Levi, the friction between his cock and my folds unbearable now, driving me wild with every movement. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"More," I gasped. "Don’t stop—please, more..."

Levi captured my mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and fire, his hips rising in sync with mine. Every motion rubbed him harder against my entrance, every stroke of Louis’s fingers pushing me closer to the edge.

My entire body was a storm of sensation—heat, friction, pressure. Levi’s cock teasing, Louis’s hands orchestrating my pleasure.

"Let go, Olivia," Louis said against my ear. "Let us feel you come apart."

I cried out, the sound raw and broken, as a wave of pleasure crashed through me—sharp, pulsing, endless. My legs trembled, my thighs clamped tight around Levi, my nails dug into his chest as the orgasm rolled through me like lightning.

Levi groaned beneath me, his own restraint shattering as he jerked against me, moaning low into my mouth. Louis held me tight, grounding me as I trembled, whispering praise against my skin like I was something divine.

I collapsed forward, my lips brushing Levi’s shoulder, my breath ragged, my heart pounding like a war drum. Louis’s arms wrapped around me from behind, solid and warm, and Levi cradled my face, his thumbs wiping away the stray tears I hadn’t realized had fallen.

"You didn’t even go in," I whispered, half-laughing, half-sobbing.

Levi chuckled hoarsely. "Didn’t have to. You broke me anyway."

Louis kissed my spine, a smile in his voice. "And you’re not done yet..."

My body was still shaking from the aftermath, the waves of pleasure still humming under my skin when Louis’s grip on my waist shifted, strong, possessive.

"Switch," he said flatly to Levi.

Levi blinked, breathless and dazed, still beneath me. "What?"

"You’ve had your turn. Move."

There was no arguing with that voice. A chill skated down my spine at how quickly the dynamic changed.

Levi groaned but obeyed, sliding out from under me, his cock slick and hard, his breath uneven as he moved to the side. I barely had time to gasp before Louis took his place on the bed, lying back.

"Come here," Louis said, pulling me onto his lap, positioning me over him.

His hand gripped my jaw, making me meet his gaze. "Look at me. Stay right here. You don’t move until I say so."

I nodded, trembling, but the challenge in his eyes said he wasn’t satisfied.

He leaned forward slightly, his mouth brushing my ear. "You’ll learn not to test me, Olivia."

Then came the sting—his palm slapped the inside of my thigh, not harsh but sharp enough to jolt me, send another rush of arousal through my already-overstimulated body.

"Keep those legs open. I don’t like repeating myself."

I whimpered, the sound strangled by shock and desire, and obeyed.

Beneath me, his cock pressed against my folds, teasing and hot. He didn’t push in, but the weight of him there was torture. My hips rolled instinctively, seeking more, but Louis’s hands locked onto my thighs.

"No."

My breath hitched.

"You’ll take what I give you," he said, and then—gods—his fingers returned to my clit, circling it with precise, controlled pressure. "And you’ll thank me for it."

"Louis," I moaned, my hips twitching against his restraint.

To my side, Levi watched with parted lips, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with dark hunger. He reached down, wrapping a hand around himself, stroking in slow, rhythmic motions as he watched Louis dominate the moment.

"She’s beautiful like this," Levi said hoarsely. "Completely undone."

Louis didn’t take his eyes off me. "Not undone yet," he said. "But she will be."

Like I was more than desire. Like I was everything.

And yet... as warm and secure as their arms were, something in me ached.

Something missing.

I closed my eyes, my heart pounding with the aftermath of pleasure, and then I thought of Lennox.

The thought of him rose like a tidal wave, stealing the air from my lungs. I saw his eyes again, the way they darkened when he pushed me toward Levi. The way his voice had cracked when he said he was going to get water.

"Where is Lennox?" I asked quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Levi stirred. "He should be around somewhere," he said softly, but even he sounded unsure.

I sat up slowly, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself. The warmth of their touch couldn’t chase away the hollow in my chest.

"I want to see him," I murmured, trying to stand.

Louis reached for me, his fingers catching mine. "Liv... he’s struggling."

I turned to him. "With what?"

He exhaled deeply. "With you. With this. Lennox is... intense. You know that."

A sharp pang twisted through my chest. "That was a one-time thing," I said softly but firmly. "It’s okay for him to lose control sometimes.... he’s my mate. You all are..." My throat tightened. "I need to talk to him right now. I don’t want him feeling like I left him behind."

Louis’s jaw clenched, but he nodded slowly, releasing my hand.

I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket, closing my eyes. I let the memory of Lennox guide me—his scent, his presence, the storm in his eyes—and reached for that invisible tether between us.

The room around me faded.

And when I opened my eyes again, I was standing in the study.

The fire was low, casting flickering shadows across the room. Books were scattered across the desk.

And there—seated in the chair, facing away from me—was Lennox.

His posture was tense. A glass of whiskey in his hand. His head was bowed, hair falling over his eyes.

He didn’t look at me.

But I could feel it—the pain raging inside him.

"Lennox..." I whispered.

His body went rigid.

Slowly, he turned toward me.

His eyes met mine.

And the pain I saw in them nearly brought me to my knees.