Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 285: Just The Tip

Olivia’s POV

Levi’s kiss deepened, slow at first, then laced with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. His hands framed my face, gentle yet possessive. Louis’s presence pressed in next, his scent wrapping around me like smoke and spice. He came closer, his hand brushing over my arm, then trailing down to my waist. His touch was firmer, bolder, and it made my breath hitch.

"You’re burning up," he murmured, his voice husky.

"I know," I whispered, trembling between them. "Please... don’t stop."

Levi’s lips traced a path down my jaw, kissing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. Louis leaned in from the other side, his fingers brushing over the straps of my dress before sliding them down, exposing my shoulders to the cool air.

They were working in sync, wordless but connected—like they’d done this a thousand times in dreams they never admitted.

Louis kissed the curve of my shoulder while Levi’s hands caressed my thighs through the thin fabric of my dress. My skin tingled under every touch and every breath they took around me.

My dress slipped lower. I didn’t stop them.

They touched me like I was sacred—like they needed to memorize every inch before I disappeared again. Soft lips. Strong hands. Gentle pressure.

They worshipped me.

Louis’s mouth moved down, lips brushing over my stomach. Levi cupped my cheek again, whispering something I couldn’t quite hear through the haze, but I felt it in his tone. It was adoration, desire, and love.

Then he lifted me and gently laid me on the bed. I gasped and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. As our mouths moved, I felt Louis tug at my panties, and I opened my legs for him. His breath hitched as he pulled them down, his lips brushing the inside of my thigh—soft and slow—making me tremble. noveldrama

Louis’s mouth moved lower, and the moment his lips touched me where I needed it most, I cried out, arching into him, my hands clutching the sheets. His tongue moved slowly at first, then with growing urgency, like he was drinking in every reaction I gave him.

Levi kissed along my collarbone, his hand cradling my jaw, grounding me. But I needed more—all of him.

Desperation took over.

I tore my lips from Levi’s, my hands shaking as they reached for his belt, unfastening it with frantic fingers. He tensed but didn’t stop me. His eyes darkened, his breath catching as I freed him from his pants.

I met his gaze, my need written across every inch of me.

Unexpectedly, I flipped us over and made Levi lay on the bed while I sat on him.

Levi’s hands gripped my waist as I straddled him, my body already aching, trembling from the heat Louis had ignited between my thighs. Levi’s eyes locked onto mine, pupils blown wide, a low growl rumbling in his chest as I settled against him. His arousal pressed hot and hard against my aching pussy.

Beneath me, he was tense—trying to hold back, to be gentle—but I could feel the war within him. Just like the one raging inside me.

I leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting his restraint. My hands moved between us, wrapping his hardened cock. His breath stuttered against my lips as I began to stroke him with slow, deliberate care, savoring the weight and heat of him.

Behind me, Louis hadn’t stopped. His hands were gripping my thighs, spreading me open with delicious possession. His mouth returned to my pussy like he belonged there—his tongue moving with slow, teasing strokes that had my body jerking in response. Every nerve in me caught fire.

"Oh, Moon Goddess..." I whispered, my voice breaking.

Levi’s hands tightened on my hips, his breath ragged as I increased my pace in stroking him.

I dipped down, pressing kisses along his jaw, then lower, tracing his chest with my tongue. My lips found their way down, worshipping the hard lines of his body, while Louis’s mouth never stopped licking me from behind.

Levi groaned as I took him between my lips, slow and careful, savoring the taste of him. His fingers curled into the sheets, his body arching slightly beneath mine.

"F-fuck, Olivia," he hissed, the sound strained, reverent.

Louis groaned behind me, and I felt the vibration of it shoot straight through my spine. His tongue moved with purpose now, fast and deep, his hands anchoring me in place as the two of them—gods—the two of them unraveled me at once.

I was suspended between them. One wrapped in my mouth, the other licking my pussy like I was made of starlight and sin.

The heat was unbearable—in the best, most wicked way.

Levi groaned under me, every sound he made vibrating through my lips as I sucked him. His hands tangled in my hair, not to force, but to anchor himself.

"Olivia," he rasped, his voice strained. "You’re going to break me."

Behind me, Louis pulled back only for a second, his finger sliding in where his mouth had just been, teasing the edge of my sanity. I gasped around Levi, my thighs trembling, my body caught in a relentless tide between them.

"Don’t stop," I begged, breathless. When I pulled off Levi for just a moment, my voice cracked open with need. "Please... don’t stop."

"I wasn’t planning to," Louis murmured, his voice rough and thick with desire. Then his mouth returned to my pussy, hungrier this time—more desperate, like he couldn’t get enough.

Levi pulled me back up, capturing my lips in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, tasting himself on me. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes searched mine, wild with hunger and possession.

Then he pulled me up into another kiss, his lips crashing against mine, full of hunger and restraint all at once. I could feel the tremble in his hands as they held my waist, the fire behind his darkened eyes.

"Levi," I breathed, pulling back just enough to look at him. "I’m no longer drugged. I know what I’m doing. And I’m not going in... I just want to feel you."

His jaw clenched. "Olivia..."

"Just the tip," I whispered, my voice barely holding together. "Please."