Her hand pressed tighter over her lips, shoulders tensing. My mouth was still at her chest, and when I heard her muffled gasp, I suckled her nipple again, flicking it lightly with my tongue. I moved carefully, brushing her hair behind her ear. My hand drifted lower, fingers grazing down her side until I reached the heat of her center. She tensed slightly, her breath hitching, and I felt her hand wrap around my wrist.
“Lennox,” she whispered, barely a breath. “They might wake up.
I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Then be quiet, little fox.”
Her eyes fluttered shut as my finger traced her again-slow, teasing. She was already slick with need, her body betraying her soft protests. I couldn’t stop myself. I slid one finger inside her, slow and deep.
She gasped, biting down on her lip, one hand flying up to cover her mouth.
Helt her pussy clench around me, and it took everything in me not to groan. Her other hand reached down between us, shaky but determined, wrapping around me and stroking with trembling fingers.
We moved like shadows-slow, silent, desperate not to be found.
Her breath hitched as another linger brushed over her-so warm, so soft, already trembling beneath my touch. The way her thighs instinctively pressed together, the way her body arched. subtly toward me, pulled a low growl from my throat.
“I shouldn’t,” I whispered, but my hand didn’t stop.
brothers
“I know,” she murmured, barely audible, her hand still over her mouth. “But you already are…”
Her eyes fluttered shut as I dipped another finger into her.
Her hand clamped harder over her lips again, shoulders tensing. My mouth was still at her chest, and when I heard her muffled gasp, I suckled her nipple again, flicking it with my tongue. Her reaction was immediate-her free hand slid beneath the sheets, down my stomach, fingers curling cock me with trembling caution.
The jolt that went through me nearly made me groan aloud.
Her touch was slow, unsure… like she wasn’t quite certain what she was doing, but determined to keep going. And gods, I let her. My hips twitched into her hand, my mouth still latched to her nipple, while my fingers curled gently inside her,
Olivia writhed slowly, silently, like we were dancing to a rhythm only we knew-while Levi and Louis remained fast asleep around us.
It was reckless. Forbidden. And yet… it felt like more than just lust.
It felt like something we’d been denying far too long.
Olivia increased the pace of her strokes on my cock, while I matched her rhythm with my fingers inside her. Our eyes locked, and I watched how breathtaking she looked when lost in pleasure. She bit her lips hard to keep from moaning, and I had to clench my jaw to hold back at groan.
I knew I was close. Too close. And I couldn’t release-not here, not now. If I did, my brothers would notice.
So, with painful restraint, I grabbed Olivia’s wrist and stopped her. “I can’t cum,” I whispered, and the look she gave me told me she understood.
“But you can,” I whispered, and continued moving my fingers inside her. Olivia moaned, and I quickly y covered her mouth with my hand. She bit into my palm, lost in pleasure, but I didn’t pull away. I kept stroking her until she came undone around my fingers and collapsed into my chest, panting hard.
I sighed, deeply satisfied, and slowly pulled my fingers out of her before licking them clean. She tasted divine.
Gently, I pulled her away from my chest, and our eyes met.
Her lips parted slightly, like she wanted to speak-but instead, she exhaled softly and tucked her face against my chest again, her fingers resting lightly against my stomach.
I closed my eyes and held her close, careful not to move too much, aware that my brothers still lay asleep on either side of us. The weight of what we’d done lingered in the air-thick, heavy, like smoke that wouldn’t clear.
brothers:
When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads stayed pressed together. Eyes closed. Breathing cach other in.
She didn’t say anything.
Neither did I.
But everything I felt was in that kiss.
My Love.
My Anger.
My Pain.
I poured them out through that kiss.
And I knew she felt it too.
Olivia’s POV
I woke up.
The room was quiet, wrapped in the soft haze of dawn. Light filtered through the curtains in pale streaks. brushing over the tangle of limbs and sheets I found myself in.
Warmth surrounded me-solid, heavy warmth-and for a second, I didn’t move. My body was sore in places I hadn’t felt in years. My lips still tingled, and my skin held traces of last night’s touches.
Then I remembered.
Lennox.
His fingers, his mouth, his whispered words in the dark.
My heart slammed against my ribs as I shifted slightly-only to realize I couldn’t. I was trapped between bodies.
I swallowed hard.
To my left was Lennox, chest bare, an arm thrown loosely around my waist. His brow was furrowed in sleep, jaw tight even in unconsciousness. His breath was warm against the top of my head.
To my right was Levi, one arm folded beneath his head, the other stretched toward me but not quite touching me. His face looked softer while he slept-less cold, less cruel. But I knew better.
And just on my legs, Louis, sprawled, one leg tangled over the sheets, his expression unreadable even in sleep. His lips were parted slightly, his breathing steady, calm.
Three Alphas,
Three men who hated me.
Three men who had only returned to this bed because of the fever that had nearly broken me last night. Their instincts brought them here-not their hearts.
My breath caught as I turned back to him, studying his face.
What did last night mean?
Was it real, or was it just a fever-drenched mistake in the silence of the dark?
I barely had time to think before Lennox stirred beside me
His eyes blinked open, hazy for a moment, then sharp and alert.
His gaze found mine instantly.
We didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to. His jaw clenched as his arm slippers waist, as if realizing where it had been.
As if remembering what he’d done. around my
Levi groaned beside me, rubbing a hand across his face as he turned slightly and then paused- his gaze snapping to me.
Cold.
Sharp.
Angry.
“You are finally awake. Thought you wouldn’t make it,” Levi said, but not coldly.
Louis sat up next, hair tousled, eyes narrowed as he scanned the bed.
Lennox sat up slowly, a muscle ticking in his jaw, but he didn’t say a word. He wouldn’t look at me.
He was already building his walls back up.
“You were burning up,” Louis muttered, brushing past Levi. “That’s the only reason we were here. Don’t flatter yourself.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
Because I already knew.
I knew none of them wanted to be here. That Lennox would probably pretend last night never happened.
Maybe that was for the best.
I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around me. My body still pulsed with the memory of Lennox’s touch, and yet now… all I felt was cold.
They moved around me like I was in the way.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.