His Touch

Olivia’s POV

He rose from the chair slowly. I stood frozen, like prey caught in a predator’s gaze. My body reacted before I could stop it—heat rushed down my spine and settled between my thighs.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

I flinched, eyes wide. “No…”

His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but with certainty.

“Now.”

My breath hitched. Something in his tone brooked no refusal. My hands trembled as I reached for the thin strap on my shoulder, slowly dragging it down. Then the other.

The silk slipped off, falling at my feet. I stood there, naked.

Shivering, not from cold, but from the overwhelming awareness of his gaze raking over my body, I saw it: desire. Raw. Hungry. Unfiltered. It gleamed in his eyes, darkening them, tightening his jaw.

He moved—one step, then another—until he stood before me, close enough that I felt the heat radiating from his body. His hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly down my arm. I gasped at the touch—so gentle, yet electric. My nipples hardened painfully as his fingers ghosted over my skin.

“You’re burning,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Your body’s begging for relief.”

He pulled me closer, my chest pressing against his. The contact sent sparks shooting through me. Then, suddenly, his mouth descended on mine.

I whimpered. The kiss deepened. His tongue brushed against mine, coaxing, exploring. My knees buckled slightly, but his arm was already around my waist, holding me up. His mouth trailed down my throat, his stubble scraping just enough to make me shiver. He kissed lower, his warm breath brushing over my chest. Then he took a nipple into his mouth.

I moaned, loudly. My hands tangled in his hair as he sucked, gently at first, then harder. My thighs clenched together, my pussy aching. I could barely think, barely breathe.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, and effortlessly lifted me into his arms. I didn’t fight it; I couldn’t. He carried me to the bed, laying me down as if I were something precious. Then his hands moved to my thighs, spreading them apart.

“Please…” I whispered, unsure if I was begging him to stop or continue.

He dipped his head between my legs, and the moment his tongue touched me, I cried out, arching off the bed. He licked slowly, thoroughly, tasting every part of me. My hips moved on their own, chasing his mouth.

I was losing my mind. My fingers gripped the sheets, my eyes squeezed shut as he pushed me closer to orgasm. His tongue circled, flicked, then plunged, and I shattered, moaning loudly, bucking beneath him.

I cried out, my hips lifting. He continued to lick slowly, deeply. My back arched, and I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping my mouth. I moaned louder as he sucked and tasted me. My hands pulled at his hair; my legs wrapped around his neck.

“Please,” I whispered. “I can’t…”

He kissed his way back up to my lips. I tasted myself on him. Then his fingers slipped inside me.

I gasped, moaning louder. I was soaking, and his fingers moved perfectly, hitting all the right spots. My hips rocked against him. I couldn’t think; my mind was foggy. My mind tried to recall them—Louis… Lennox… Levi…—but the heat was too intense.

He kissed his way back up my body, and for a moment, I was completely lost in the feeling—until he suddenly stopped.

I opened my eyes. His fingers moved slowly out of me, brushing my hair aside. Then he froze. His eyes were on the side of my neck, where the triplets’ marks were imprinted.

His breath caught. He stared at it as if it held immense significance. My chest rose and fell quickly. I was dizzy from everything, but I knew something had changed.

He stared at the mark for a long time. His brows pulled together, and I felt the tension roll off him. Then his eyes drifted lower—to the other side of my neck… and then lower still, to my shoulder.

His eyes narrowed. “Why do you have three mate marks?” he asked quietly.

My breath caught in my throat. I froze. I hadn’t realized he’d noticed them all. I’d even thought he’d seen them but didn’t care. I swallowed hard. My lips trembled as I whispered, “Because… I have three mates.”

A tense silence hung in the air. His eyes widened. “Three?”

I nodded slowly. His expression shifted—confusion, shock, maybe even worry. He sat back, studying me harder now, as if seeing me for the first time.

“Which pack are you from?” he asked.

I hesitated. Fear twisted in my stomach. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know if it was safe to tell him… what if he used me against the triplets?

So I stayed quiet. He stood up abruptly. “Which pack?”

I flinched at the harsh tone. “Why do you want to know?” I asked, confused.

He cursed under his breath. “Shit. Shit!” He ran a hand through his hair and stepped away from the bed. I watched him walk to a table, grab his phone, and quickly unlock it. His fingers moved fast across the screen. Then he stopped.

His whole body stilled as he stared at something on his screen. His face went pale. His eyes slowly lifted to mine.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he said in a low, disbelieving growl.

My heart dropped. I had no idea what he’d seen, but I knew something wasn’t right.

“Damn it!” He hurled the phone at the wall, and I flinched in fear. He looked back at me. This time, there was no trace of desire; only anger and pain.

“You’re Olivia,” he said, and my eyes widened. How did he know that? What did he see on his phone? Had the triplets posted something? A missing person alert?

The heat inside me vanished instantly. My stomach turned. “Do you know me?” I asked, my voice shaking.

He scoffed bitterly and ran both hands through his hair. “Of course I do!” he growled. “You’re my nephews’ wife. Lennox, Levi, and Louis… they’re my nephews.”

My eyes widened in horror. What!