Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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.