Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296: Second Sex

Olivia’s POV

As Lennox finally pulled back, his lips brushing mine in a final kiss, my body trembled with aftershocks. I barely had time to catch my breath before Levi was there, positioning himself into the space between my thighs.

Our eyes locked.

His usual playfulness was gone, replaced by something intense. Reverent. As though I were a gift he had waited his entire life to unwrap.

"Hey," he whispered, brushing my hair away from my face, his thumb trailing softly down my cheek.

"Hi," I breathed, my heart still racing.

His lips found mine in a kiss that started slow, but deepened quickly—hungry, desperate, and full of heat. He kissed like he was claiming me, branding me from the inside out. And I kissed him back, my hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer, anchoring myself to him.

Louis remained close, trailing soft kisses down my collarbone, his hand stroking gently over my side, soothing. Lennox settled beside me too, watching with hooded eyes, his fingers lazily brushing my stomach as though unwilling to let me go completely.

But Levi... Levi was everything in that moment.

He pulled back from the kiss just enough to press his forehead against mine.

"You’re perfect," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. "I’ve waited for this. For you."

His hand slid between my thighs, not rushing me, but feeling the way I pulsed—still sensitive, still aching. When his fingers brushed my clit, I arched into him instinctively, a broken sound escaping me.

"Yes," he murmured, kissing me again. "That’s my girl."

His hand stilled between my thighs, his eyes searching mine as he hovered over me. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, the heat of his skin pressed against mine. There was so much in his gaze—desire, reverence, and something deeper, something that made my chest ache.

"You ready?" he asked softly, his voice husky.

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. I was still trembling, sore and sensitive from Lennox, but the way Levi looked at me made me feel like I could take anything. Like I wanted to.

He guided himself to my entrance, rubbing gently against me before beginning to push in.

My breath hitched.

It wasn’t as painful as it had been with Lennox—my body was already stretched and slick—but the discomfort was still there. I winced, gasping softly as he inched deeper, his movements slow, patient.

"Gods, Olivia," Levi groaned, his voice shaking. "You’re so tight."

I clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as I breathed through the tension, trying to focus on the warmth of his breath on my neck, the softness in his gaze.

"I’ve got you," he murmured again, kissing the corner of my mouth. "Just a little more..."

And then he was fully inside me, buried to the hilt.

We both stilled.

His forehead dropped to mine, sweat beading at his temple as he tried to stay still, his body trembling with restraint. I felt stretched, full, but not overwhelmed. His presence was different—soothing and burning all at once.

I let out a shaky breath. "You can move."

He pulled back slowly, then pushed back in with a low groan that sent a shiver up my spine.

His first thrust was gentle, as if he was learning me, memorizing every reaction, every sound that left my lips. The discomfort dulled quickly, replaced by growing pleasure that curled hot and low in my belly.

My wolf stirred again, moaning with me, pushing against the bond, hungry for more.

Levi’s lips brushed my ear. "You feel like heaven," he whispered. "I don’t ever want to leave."

I arched into him, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper. He responded with a soft growl, thrusting harder, deeper, his pace gradually building.

Louis leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

Levi sucked a deep breath and whispered into my ear. "This... was the best sex of my life." I blushed, though I was still in a haze.

Louis leaned closer, his thumb brushing over my cheek, moving my gaze to his. There was heat there—something dark and intense behind his deep brown eyes. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips.

"One more to go," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made my skin tingle. I was sore, drained... but the way he looked at me made my body react before I could think. My thighs tightened involuntarily, my breath catching.

Louis smirked as if he knew he already had an effect on me.

"Tell me, baby girl, how do you want it?" he asked... suddenly inserting two fingers inside me while I gasped. "Soft and gentle? A bit faster? Or..." His smirk deepened. "Do you want my favorite?"

Levi shifted beside me, still close, his hand gently resting over my stomach.

"Louis," he said quietly, concern etched into his features. "No. Not now. She can’t take it."

I moaned, my pussy clenching around Louis’s fingers.

"What’s... your favorite?" I moaned out. "I want to try something new. I want your favorite."

Louis’s eyes darkened instantly.

"You’re sure?" he asked, his voice lower now, rougher.

I nodded slowly, my heart thudding. "Show me."

The air seemed to shift. Louis exhaled slowly, as though trying to control himself. His jaw flexed, and when he leaned in again, his lips barely brushed mine.

"You have no idea what you’re asking for," he whispered against my mouth. "But I’ll be gentle... at first."