Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 58: Tasting Me

Chapter 58: Tasting Me

Olivia's POV

That was all Louis needed.

In an instant, he pulled me by the waist, his grip desperate and possessive, and crashed his lips against mine. I gasped as his mouth devoured mine, hot and urgent, like he'd been starved of me for years. His kiss was wild—raw, needy—and I melted into it before I could even think.

His hands slid down, squeezing my ass firmly, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His sweat-slicked body pressed against my naked skin, burning hot, every line of muscle rubbing against me and making me shudder. His hardness pressed against my stomach, throbbing and unrelenting, and I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He growled low in his throat, like he was losing what little control he had left, and suddenly—without warning—he scooped me up in his arms. I barely had time to gasp before he tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced lightly on the mattress, breathless, dazed.

Louis stood at the edge of the bed, chest heaving, eyes glued to me like I was a feast and he a starving beast.

Our eyes locked.

And then, slowly, deliberately, he reached down and began to unbuckle his belt. His gaze never left mine. His fingers worked the buckle loose with practiced ease, and the quiet clink of metal sent a tremor through me.

"Don't look away," he said, his voice rough, thick with lust. "I want you to watch."

And I did.

Helplessly.

The belt slipped free, falling to the floor with a dull thud. Louis's hands went to the button of his pants, and with one swift motion, he undid it and dragged the zipper down. My heart thundered as he pushed the fabric down his hips, letting both his pants and boxers fall to the ground.

And there he was—naked.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen him like this. I remembered catching a glimpse of him once at the combat grounds, just before he shifted into his wolf form. But this… this was different. This time, he was fully aroused.

My breath caught.

His cock stood thick and proud, the length of it hard and veined, twitching with the force of his need. My mouth went dry at the sheer size—long, wide, with a perfect curve that made my thighs instinctively clench. It was almost intimidating. No, it was intimidating. And somehow, impossibly… beautiful.

I couldn't tear my eyes away.

The veins running along the shaft pulsed, and the head was flushed and glistening. My cheeks burned, heat pooling between my legs. I didn't know whether to gasp, moan, or both.

And then a ridiculous, sinful thought crossed my mind—How the hell did Anita take not just him, but all three of them?

Same blood. Same dominant aura. And apparently… same size.

I couldn't help it—my lips parted slightly, an involuntary mix of awe and disbelief. Whatever magic or madness drove Anita, I had to give her credit. Taking one of them seemed like a challenge. Three? That was a damn miracle.

My gaze flicked back to Louis, and he was watching me closely—his eyes dark and stormy, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. A cocky little smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not fucking you."

I swallowed hard and nodded faintly, unable to look away.

I had never felt so wanted… so owned… without even being touched.

Louis's eyes never left mine as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His sweat-slicked body hovered over mine, radiating heat and pure need. He looked like a man on the brink of madness—but still holding on… for me.

His lips descended, brushing over my collarbone, then lower, igniting trails of fire across my skin. I gasped when his mouth closed around my nipple, sucking gently at first—then with a hunger that made my back arch off the bed. His tongue flicked and circled while one hand cupped my other breast, kneading it with worshipful care.

"You drive me insane," he rasped between kisses. "Your scent… your skin… all of it. Mine."

He kissed down my stomach, slow and deliberate, each press of his lips leaving sparks in their wake. I trembled beneath him, both nervous and aching with anticipation. When he reached the inside of my thighs, he spread them gently, reverently—as if he were opening a gift he'd waited too long to touch.

His gaze flicked up to mine, dark with desire but tender, too.

"I know," he whispered. "I know no one's ever tasted you here."

My breath hitched.

"I'm glad I'm the first," he said, voice thick with emotion. "Because I have dreamt of this."

And then he lowered his head.

The moment his lips touched me, I shattered—silently, completely. Every thought vanished, every breath stolen. All that existed was his mouth and the overwhelming waves of pleasure he gave me with it. Slow at first. Then deep. Intentional. Like he was memorizing the taste of me, savoring every reaction.

My fingers tangled in his hair as he groaned against me, his own heat pulsing just as wildly as mine.

He was on fire.

And he was setting me ablaze with him.

"Fuck!"

I barely had time to process his words before His tongue darted out again to taste me, sending a shudder rippling through my body.

"You taste like heaven," he murmured before his mouth located its target—my opening.

The first stroke of his tongue was slow, deliberate, and devastating. My body jerked in response, my hands tightening in his hair as a cry escaped my lips.

"Louis," I gasped, my voice trembling as the pleasure built inside me. "I—oh, Goddess…"

He growled again, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me as his tongue worked me with a precision that left me breathless. His lips and tongue teased and tormented, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, firm movements that had me writhing against the bed.

My legs trembled, and he held me steady, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me like a man starved. The heat between us was unbearable, every sensation amplified by the tension that had been building for so long.

"Don't stop," I whimpered, my voice broken as I felt myself teetering on the edge of release. My entire body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with the pleasure he was giving me.

He growled against me, his tongue moving faster, more demanding, until the tension inside me snapped. My climax hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I cried out his name. He didn't stop, his tongue coaxing me through every wave of pleasure until I was trembling and came.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened, and his eyes were wild with satisfaction. He moved up, his hands framing my face as he kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips. The kiss was slow, unhurried, but it carried a weight that left me breathless.

"I'm painfully hard," he groaned into the kiss.

"Can you please suck me off?"