Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 294: Catch Me If You Can

Olivia’s POV

My breath was ragged. My lips swollen. My heart thundered like a war drum.

Levi pressed a kiss to my exposed shoulder. "Tell us, baby... your wish is our command."

A wicked smile curled my lips as I pulled back slightly from Lennox, my arms still draped around his shoulders.

I leaned close, brushing my mouth against his ear, and whispered, "Come find me."

Then, in the blink of an eye, I teleported.

To the kitchen.

The silence was immediate. The sudden absence of heat and hands and mouths gave me just enough clarity to grin to myself.

The scent of roasted meats and leftover wine filled the room. I pressed my hand to my racing heart and leaned against the counter, my cheeks flushed, my thighs pressed together.

I could already hear it—the heavy footsteps pounding up the hall, fast and hungry.

And then... their scents hit me. Smoky cedar. Pine and amber. Rain-drenched leather.

I smirked, just as the door creaked open. Three sets of wide, confused, burning eyes locked onto mine.

Before they could even speak, I gave them a wink. "Too slow."

Poof.

I disappeared again.

To the library.

Dim light. Books. Velvet chairs and silence.

I perched atop the grand oak desk in the center, crossing my legs with a smirk. My body still thrummed with desire, but teasing them... gods, teasing them was its own kind of delicious.

It didn’t take long. The door burst open again, and I caught sight of them—frustrated, wild-eyed, breathless.

Louis cursed under his breath. Levi muttered my name like it was both a prayer and a threat.

I tilted my head sweetly, biting my bottom lip.

And teleported again.

This time, back to the rooftop.

I twirled once, laughing softly to myself, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew they were tracking me by my scent, by our bond, by instinct.

Seconds later, the rooftop hatch flung open.

"Olivia!" Lennox’s voice was rough, almost pained.

I blew him a kiss.

Poof.

I teleported to the garden.

Flowers swayed gently in the breeze, their fragrance wrapping around me. I strolled across the soft grass, goosebumps racing up my arms.

And then—they arrived. All three of them. Furious. Desperate.

"Catch me if you can," I purred, and with one last wink—I vanished.

To a guest room.

The door creaked softly behind me. I waited, my heart in my throat, flushed and trembling. This game was driving me as crazy as it was them.

The door opened.

Louis. Levi.

Both stepped in, eyes ablaze.

Louis moved first, reaching for me—his voice low. "Enough games, Liv—"

And I was gone.

Straight to Lennox’s room.

But this time... I wasn’t alone.

Lennox stood there. Waiting. Like he knew I would come.

His chest rose and fell like he’d just sprinted through hell, sweat glistening along his collarbone. His hair was tousled, lips parted, eyes dark as obsidian.

The moment our gazes met, he moved.

Before I could so much as smirk, his arms were around me, gripping my waist tight as he slammed me against the wall with a force that knocked the air from my lungs.

"You think you’re clever, little bird?" he growled, his voice low and trembling with restraint.

I bit my lip, playing innocent even as my body trembled against his. "Maybe."

His hand gripped my jaw gently, tipping my chin up until our noses brushed. "You’ve been driving us insane."

My smirk returned. "I know."

Then he crushed his mouth to mine.

There was no hesitation. No teasing. No more games.

His kiss was furious, possessive, and claiming. One hand tangled in my hair, the other pinned my hip, his thigh sliding between mine.

"Mine," he rasped against my lips.

Then came Levi—bursting in, breathless, eyes wild.

Followed by Louis.

The moment they saw me trapped against Lennox’s chest, flushed and trembling, they let out a sigh of relief.

Lennox looked back at them and smirked. "Brothers, how do we make her pay?"

Levi didn’t wait.

He stormed forward and yanked me from Lennox’s grip, spinning me around and pulling me flush against him. His lips were parted, eyes dark with a hunger that stole the breath from my lungs.

"You want to play games?" he growled, his hands already bunching the fabric at my hips.

I didn’t even have time to reply before he ripped my dress down the front. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room like thunder. I gasped, then laughed—a breathy, teasing sound—as cool air brushed my bare skin.

Smack.

His palm landed hard on my ass, making me jolt and whimper, the sting blooming deliciously.

"Levi!" I gasped out, half-laughing, half-moaning.

"You like making us chase you?" he murmured against my ear, nipping at the shell before trailing his tongue down my neck.

Behind me, Louis came closer. I felt the heat of his presence first, then the soft graze of his fingers along my waist.

Then—rip—he tore away my underwear in one swift, ruthless motion. The cold air kissed my bare skin, and I let out a shaky breath, dizzy with anticipation.

"Beautiful," Louis murmured reverently, his lips pressing hot kisses down the curve of my spine. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."

My body arched, instinctively pressing back against him as his hands explored my hips, his lips trailing fire down my back.

Then Levi tilted my chin, claiming my mouth with a kiss that left me breathless. His tongue demanded, explored, owned. One hand cradled the back of my head, the other squeezed my waist, pulling me tighter against his body.

I was melting between them when Lennox returned, possessive, growling, not to be left out.

He ducked his head and wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking hard, making my head fall back with a moan that echoed off the walls.

"Oh gods—"

My legs trembled. My body ached. My mind spun in a haze of heat and touch and mouths and them.

I barely had time to catch my breath before Louis’s hands were on me. With a growl low in his throat, he swept me off my feet and tossed me onto the bed. I landed with a soft bounce, a startled laugh slipping past my lips as the three of them stood before me.

With my heart pounding, pulse quickening, I sat up and looked at them.

They stood there, the three of them, hungry eyes on me.

Slowly, like they had all the time in the world to unravel me.

Shirts were pulled over heads, muscles flexing and rippling in the low light. Pants slid down, and soon they were standing bare before me.

I swallowed hard.

Even though I’d seen them naked before, it hit differently now—because tonight, I wouldn’t just feel their cocks against me. I would feel them inside me.

The sight of them standing there—completely bare, aroused—sent a flush of heat rushing through me. Their desire was bold and unhidden, heavy between their thighs. My breath stuttered as I took them in, every detail more intense under the weight of my anticipation.

I couldn’t look away.

I tensed, my throat tightening around a shaky breath.

They noticed.

Levi, always the first to sense what I tried to hide, stepped forward. His voice was low and rough as gravel. "Do you want just one of us tonight, little bird?"

My gaze flicked up to his, wide, breathless. I could feel the question ripple through the air like a dare. But the answer came as naturally as breathing.

I shook my head.

"No," I whispered. "I want you all."

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Their gazes pinned me in place, heat, and hunger in every slow breath they took. My body trembled—not from fear, not even from hesitation—but from the weight of it all. The weight of them. The weight of this moment.

Lennox stepped closer, his dark eyes softening just enough to make my chest tighten.

"We’ll be gentle," he murmured, his voice a gravelled promise. "As best as we can be."

I nodded, my heart pounding, eyes burning.

Louis smirked and whispered, "It’s your night, Olivia. You get to choose who goes first."

I froze.

Three pairs of eyes, full of fire and longing, locked on me. My mouth parted, but no sound came. How could I choose?

They were all part of me. All threads in the same bond. All pieces of the same longing. I blinked rapidly, trying to focus, but it was like asking me to pick which part of my soul should speak first.

"I—" I shook my head, my breath catching. "I can’t. I don’t know. If... if all three of you could—" I broke off, flustered. "But that’s not possible."

They all smirked—equally amused, equally starved.

"Choose among yourselves." I suggested.

"We’re greedy, sweetheart," Levi said with a rough chuckle. "We can’t decide either."

My wolf huffed inside me, impatient and restless. She wanted movement. Action. Now.

"Okay," I muttered, my voice light and trembling. "If none of you can choose..."

I sat up straighter, an idea forming as my fingers reached for the nightstand and pulled a small piece of paper and a pen from the drawer. "Turn around," I told them, already scribbling quickly. "No peeking."

They exchanged glances, confused but amused, and slowly turned their backs to me.

I wrote three words across three slips: First. Second. Third.

Folding them, I placed the papers on the bed and smiled to myself.

"Okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Turn around."

They did—and each of them approached the bed, eyes flicking between the tiny folded slips.

"One each," I said. "No trading. And no announcing what you got."

They picked.

Fingers unfolded the paper. Expressions stayed guarded.

I met each of their eyes in turn, my voice low. "It doesn’t matter who goes first. It’s still all of you. It’s still... us."

They held my gaze, and in their silence, I felt their understanding. No tension, no jealousy. Just quiet acceptance.

Then—without another word—they climbed onto the bed.