Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 115:

Olivia's POV

"Lennox…" I moaned, my voice barely a whisper, yet laced with desire.

Warm hands slid up my thighs, spreading heat in their wake. My skin tingled, hypersensitive, as soft lips brushed over my collarbone, followed by another mouth pressing reverently against the inside of my wrist. Every touch was precise—worshipful. I gasped as a hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head gently back, exposing my throat.

A low growl sounded in my ear, unmistakably Louis. "You're ours, Olivia."

My heart fluttered wildly as Levi kissed down my stomach, his tongue leaving a trail of fire. Lennox's voice was deeper, darker—his lips hovering just above mine. "Say our names again, little mate."

I whimpered, body arching. Fingers gripped my hips, holding me steady as the triplets took turns driving me insane. Each sensation was overwhelming—Lennox's mouth against my pulse, Louis's hands kneading my thighs, Levi's teeth scraping lightly along the shell of my ear.

It was too much. Too good. My entire body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure coiled tightly inside me. "Lennox… Louis… Levi…" I breathed, lost in them.

Then, a sudden chill.

I blinked.

The ceiling above me came into view. My breath caught in my throat.

I was in my bed. My room. The scent of pine and musk still lingered faintly in the air like a cruel reminder, but the warmth—their touch—was gone.