He gave a slow nod, and then, with one smooth move, he reached between us and pushed my panties away.
Brothr 139
Olivia’s POV
I gasped when the tip of his Cock brushed against my entrance. Hot, heavy, and throbbing-but he kept his word. He didn’t push in. He just aligned us, letting the thick head of his cock sit flush against my soaked folds.
“Lennox…” I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shirt as my body trembled from the contact.
“Shh… I’ve got you,” he said, his voice nearly a growl. “Just let it happen. Just feel.”
The friction-the delicious, maddening friction of his shaft sliding between my slick folds as he held me close-was too much. I was wetter than I’d ever been, and the ache between my legs grew unbearable. His scent filled the car, his warmth surrounded me, and all I could do was move with him.
My hips rocked on their own, desperate for more of the contact, chasing the edge I hadn’t realized I was so close to. The tension between us built, his groans vibrating against my skin, his hands guiding me perfectly over him, never going too far-but never stopping either.
And gods, I loved it. I loved every second of it. Even if he never pushed inside, even if it was just this-it was enough to drive me wild.
“Lennox,” I moaned again, my head falling to his shoulder, my whole body shaking.
“I told you,” he whispered, voice tight with restraint, “I’m not fucking you, Olivia. I’m just helping my mate.”
His mate.
The words wrapped around me like a second skin, and I realized just how far gone I already was.
His breath was hot against my neck, one strong arm wrapped firmly around my waist while the other slipped beneath the top of my dress. Slowly, deliberately, he tugged the fabric down until it bunched just below my chest. My breathing hitched as the cool air kissed my skin, my lace-covered breasts rising and falling with each shallow gasp.
“Lennox…” I whispered, my voice trembling with something between warning and want.
“I’m not going in,” he murmured against my collarbone, his voice hoarse. “You just need relief, Olivia. Let me help you. Just trust me.”
His words vibrated against my skin, deep and soothing, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I did trust him.
I gasped as his hands roamed my sides, one brushing over the sensitive skin beneath my bra, the other guiding my hips forward. My soaked folds slid once more over his rigid length, the heat and hardness of him pressing right against my entrance-so close, yet still outside. My nerves were on fire. Every stroke, every drag of my body against his, sent jolts through me that stole my breath.
My head fell back as I moaned softly, trying to stay quiet, but it was impossible to contain. I clutched his shoulders, fingernails digging into the fabric of his shirt. The wet friction was unbearable and perfect, and I felt myself pulsing, tightening as if my body believed he was already inside.
Outside, through the tinted windows, I could still see his guards spread out, keeping watch. The road was empty. Secured. We were alone, but not really. The thought should have embarrassed me. Instead, it only made the thrill more intense.
Lennox’s hand moved again, this time cupping my breast, brushing his thumb over my hardened nipple through the lace. I cried out softly, biting my lower lip, pressing my forehead into his neck. The scent of him was maddening-woodsy, spicy, with a hint of wild that always made my wolf stir.
His other hand slipped beneath me, adjusting the angle as my folds glided along the length of him again and again, his tip brushing teasingly at my entrance. I was drenched. Every glide made a wet sound between us, my body betraying just how much I wanted this- how much I wanted him.
“Olivia,” he groaned, his own hips jerking up against me. “You’re so warm. So wet… and I haven’t even touched you properly.”
I clenched around nothing, and that unbearable pressure built and built until-
“Lennox-” I choked, breath ragged. “I… I can’t-“
“Come for me baby,” he whispered against my ear. “Just let go.”
And I did.
The climax hit me hard, a wave of heat and trembling ecstasy rolling through me. My body convulsed against his, and he held me tightly, grounding me while I cried out softly into his shoulder. I felt him shudder underneath me, his cock twitching and pulsing against me, thick release spilling between my thighs, hot and slick.
He didn’t speak for a long moment. Just wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. One hand cradled the back of my head as I sagged against him, spent and dazed.
He rested his chin on my shoulder, breathing hard, arms wrapped tightly around me like he didn’t want t let go. I remained slumped against him, boneless and dazed, resting my cheek against his chest as his scent surrounded me.
“You smell so good,” he whispered again, voice softer now, more vulnerable. “So good it drives me insane. I could hold you like this forever,” he murmured, lips brushing my temple.
He kissed the side of my head, then tilted his head down, eyes searching mine. “Are you feeling okay now?”
That question snapped me out of it.
I straightened suddenly, pulling away from his lap. My dress slipped back over my chest as I reached for my panties, yanking them back up with shaking hands. My cheeks were burning.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, not meeting his eyes. “Thank
But you can’t tell anyone about this. Ever.” you. But
He leaned back in his seat, still catching his breath, a smug yet utterly wrecked look on his face. He groaned low in his throat, his voice dark and teasing. “You’re thanking me?”
I glanced at him, swallowing the knot of heat in my throat. “Yeah. Thank you.”
His jaw tensed, nostrils flaring like he was holding himself back from saying something else. Instead, he just nodded once, eyes never leaving mine.
Lennox didn’t say a word as he reached to his driver through the mind link. “Get back in the car,” he said curtly, his voice hoarse but steady.
A few seconds later, the passenger door opened, and his driver returned to his seat. The vehicle hummed back to life, smoothly rolling down the secluded road. Neither of us spoke. I could still feel the ghost of his hands on my skin, the wetness between my thighs a physical reminder of what just happened.
I shifted in my seat, keeping my eyes out the window to avoid looking desperate. My heart was still pounding in my chest, but I forced myself to regain control. I was supposed to hate him. I had to remember that.
By the time we pulled up at the pack house, the sun had fully risen. The guards at the gates stepped aside quickly, heads bowed in respect, as our car passed. The sight of the familiar building, brought back a strange mix of comfort and dread. This place held so many memories-some sweet, most bitter.
The car came to a stop. Lennox stepped out first, motioning for me to follow. I obeyed, climbing out slowly, trying not to show how unsteady my legs still were.
We walked in silence through the main hallway, the grand walls towering over us. I could still feel the heat of his body, the way he held me so intimately just minutes ago. My mind screamed a million things at once, but I kept my expression cool.
“So,” I said, careful to keep my tone casual, “are you still going to show me what your wife did to you? Or was that just part of the mind games?”
He stopped walking.
The tension crackled between us. He didn’t turn around immediately, but when he finally did, his face was unreadable. For a moment, I thought he would refuse, push me away again, maybe throw out another cryptic answer to drive me mad.
But instead, he gave a slow nod. “Follow me.”
He turned and started walking again, and I followed.
Olivia’s POV
Lennox led me to his room. He pushed the door open and stepped aside, letting me go in first. I was nervous. My steps were slow and unsure. I had no idea what he was about to show me, but I could feel it was going to be something big.
I turned just in time to see him walk in after me and close the door gently behind us.
He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look at me. He just walked across the room, not to the usual safe-the one where he kept my father’s papers-but to a different part of the room. He stopped in front of a painting on the wall and slid it aside, revealing another safe hidden behind it.
This safe looked newer. More private.
He typed in a code, his fingers moving with practiced ease. I heard the low beep, then the mechanical click as the safe unlocked.
He opened it, and after a moment of stillness, he reached inside and pulled out a thick, sealed envelope. It looked old. Handled. Important. He stared at it for a second too long, as if whatever it contained was too heavy to hand over.
Then, silently, he turned around and extended it toward me.
My breath caught.
“Take it,” he said, his voice low.
I hesitated before walking closer. When I was finally close enough, I reached out and took the envelope from his hand, brushing my fingers against his.
“What’s inside?” I asked in a small voice.
Lennox sighed. “I never wanted anyone to see it,” he said in a low voice, but I could feel his pain… I could feel the hurt in his voice.
“I don’t know why I’m showing this to you,” he said, and I swallowed hard. What could really be inside here? What did I really do without knowing? Did I hurt him and his brothers without knowing? At that moment, I searched my memory, but I can’t remember doing anything to amount to such level of hate for me.
“What is in here?” I asked again while trying my best not to come out of my act. I still remember that I have to pretend I have memory loss.
He looked at me with a hard expression. “Proof,” he said. “Of what happened. Of what she did to me… proof of why I hated her.”
I swallowed hard and looked down at the envelope in hand. It felt heavy.
“Open it,” he said again.
And with trembling fingers, I started to tear it open.
When I opened the envelope, I took out the first content and my breath hitched. It was a necklace-a necklace Lennox had gotten for me on my eleventh birthday. This necklace went missing after my fourteenth birthday… I searched everywhere, but it vanished. So how did Lennox end up with it?I wanted to ask Lennox how he got back this necklace, but I held back and simply said, “This is beautiful. Was this hers?” I asked reluctantly.
Lennox hesitated for a moment before he nodded, his eyes fixed on the gold necklace in my hand. “It was a gift I gave to her on her eleventh birthday, but she returned it to me,” he said, and my eyes widened. What does he mean that I returned it to him? I never did! I lost this!
I wish I could say it to him, but I held back myself.
Getting more curious and eager, I went for the next item in the envelope. With shaky fingers, I reached into the envelope again, still holding the necklace in my other hand. My heart beat faster, like it already knew what was coming next.
I pulled out a folded piece of paper-slightly yellowed, carefully kept, like something precious. My eyes flicked up to Lennox, and for the first time since I opened the envelope, I saw something shift in his expression. He drew in a slow, deep breath. His jaw tensed.
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