Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288: I have three mates

Lennox’s POV

I could barely speak. I could barely breathe.

My gaze raked over her naked form—her firm breasts, the delicate peaks of her pink, hardened nipples. Then my eyes drifted lower—to the gentle curve of her stomach, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips—until they landed on her neatly shaved pussy.

I inhaled sharply, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, the tension coiling tightly in my gut. Slowly, I forced my eyes back up to her face.

"Olivia..." I managed, my voice barely a whisper. "What... what are you doing?"

She stepped closer, the space between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth of her skin brushing the edge of my restraint.

"I want you," she said softly, but her voice didn’t waver. "The last time I checked, I have three mates, Lennox. Not two."

My wolf howled, wild and feral, pounding against the walls of my chest, begging me to close the gap. To take her. Claim her. Mark her all over again.

I wanted to. Goddess, I craved it.

But my hands shook at my sides.

"Olivia..." I rasped, forcing myself to take a shaky breath. "I don’t trust myself. If I touch you now, I might lose control again. I don’t want to hurt you."

She didn’t respond.

Not with words.

She simply climbed back into my lap, her thighs straddling me, her bare skin pressing into mine like a brand.

And then... she kissed me.

No hesitation. No asking.

Just her lips on mine—soft, warm and desperate.

Everything in me shattered.

Her kiss was fire. Need and nostalgia. It stole my breath and gave it back in pieces, wrapped in everything we’d lost... and everything we still could be.

I groaned into her mouth, my arms locking around her out of instinct. My hands skated over her back, memorizing the feel of her skin, the way she trembled—not from fear, but from desire.

I should’ve pulled back.

But the second her tongue brushed mine, I lost it.

The taste of her drove me mad.

Her kiss was everything. Rage, longing, heartbreak, love. It shattered my control and rewrote the rules of restraint. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging me deeper, and I didn’t hesitate. I gave in. Fully. Finally.

I stood abruptly, my arms wrapped around her, her legs instinctively locking around my waist. The chair scraped back behind me as I carried her to the desk, knocking aside papers and books like none of it mattered. Because it didn’t.

Only she did.

I laid her down gently, reverently, her back pressing against the cool wood while her heat scorched into me like wildfire. Her hair spilled like ink over the desk, her eyes fixed on mine—glassy, vulnerable, but full of need.

She was stunning.

And she was mine.

I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the soft whimper she gave when our mouths met. My hands trailed down her arms, her ribs, her hips—every inch of her like scripture I needed to memorize. She arched slightly, offering herself to me, and I worshipped her like the goddess she was.

My lips left her mouth to explore her jaw, the delicate curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat. I kissed every inch, tasting her skin, dragging my tongue across the places that made her gasp. And when I reached her breasts—Goddess, I paused.

Just to look.

To feel.

To take in the soft rise and fall of her chest as my thumbs brushed across her hardened nipples. She trembled. I dipped my head and took one into my mouth, sucking gently while my hand caressed the other. Her back arched, a soft cry leaving her lips as her fingers clutched at my hair.

I moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach, my hands spreading her thighs open, baring the most sacred part of her.

"Lennox..." she breathed, her voice trembling.

"I’ve got you," I whispered, locking eyes with her.

Then I dipped my head between her thighs and tasted her.

She cried out softly, her hips bucking at the first stroke of my tongue. Sweet and slick, her scent and taste ignited something feral in me. I licked her slowly, deliberately, dragging my tongue through her folds before focusing on her clit—suckling gently, then flicking with precision.

Her thighs trembled around my head.

Her moans were like prayers.

My finger slid into her slowly, curling just right, matching the rhythm of my tongue. She was already so close, already gasping my name like it was the only word she remembered.

Her hand gripped mine, fingers laced tightly, grounding herself as I devoured her like a man starved. Because I was. Starved of her. Of this. Of everything we’d lost.

I positioned myself between her thighs, sliding my length against her slick folds—not entering—just gliding, teasing, giving her exactly what she asked for. The friction made us both gasp.

She arched her hips toward me, her hands clutching at my arms as I rocked against her, the length of me gliding between her wetness with each thrust.

Her moans were soft and needy, mine ragged and desperate.

Her hips rocked in time with mine, desperate for more, for all of me. But I kept the pace slow, controlled, savoring every gasp, every tremble.

I leaned down, my mouth finding her breasts again, sucking one nipple gently into my mouth while my hips rolled against hers.

"Lennox..." she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please..."

I flicked my tongue over her hardened nipple, then kissed across to the other. "Please what?" I murmured, my lips brushing her skin.

She arched under me, her breath ragged. "Please... I need you inside me. Just—just once. Please. Just go in."

I groaned, the plea slicing through my already fraying restraint. My cock throbbed as I pressed harder between her thighs, our bodies moving like we’d never been apart.

But I didn’t give in.

Instead, I chuckled low against her skin, the sound vibrating against her breast. "If I do that, Olivia... my brothers will kill me."

She gave a breathless laugh—half desperate, half amused—as she buried her fingers in my hair. "I don’t care."

"I do," I whispered, lifting my gaze to meet hers. "Because I want this—us—to be right. Not rushed. Not stolen in a moment of weakness. You have three mates, remember?"

She swallowed hard but nodded in agreement.

I rocked against her one last time, slowly, deeply, letting her feel every inch of me without taking that final step. Then I stopped.

Her breathing was uneven, her body trembling.

And still, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Gently, I pulled away, brushing her hair back from her face. I laid beside her, one arm wrapping around her as she curled into me, her cheek pressed to my chest.

"I want you more than anything," I whispered into her hair. "But let’s have that talk tomorrow, alright?"

She nodded against me, her breath warm on my skin. "Then promise me it’ll be soon."

I kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter. "Soon," I vowed.