His hand gripped my jaw, making me meet his gaze. “Look at me. Stay right here. You don’t move until I say so.” He exhaled deeply. “With you. With this. Lennox is… intense. You know that.” He leaned forward slightly, his mouth brushing my ear. “You’ll learn not to test me, Olivia.”

His posture was tense, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His head was bowed, hair falling over his eyes. The fire was low, casting flickering shadows across the room. Books were scattered across the desk. “More,” I gasped. “Don’t stop–please, more…” I whimpered in pleasure.

Beneath me, his cock pressed against my folds, teasing and hot. He didn’t push in, but the weight of him there was torture. My hips rolled instinctively, seeking more, Louis’s hands locked onto my thighs. But I could feel it–the pain raging inside him. “Keep those legs open. I don’t like repeating myself.” He brought me forward, dragging my folds slowly over his length–tip to base and back again. I cried out, the stimulation unbearable in the best way. Still, he didn’t enter. Not even a little.

I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket, closing my eyes. I let the memory of Lennox guide me–his scent, his presence, the storm in his eyes–and reached for that invisible tether between us. I cried out, the sound raw and broken, as a wave of pleasure crashed through me–sharp, pulsing, endless. My legs trembled, my thighs clamped tight around Levi, my nails dug into his chest as the orgasm rolled through me like lightning.

“I’ll give you everything when you’ve earned it.” And the pain I saw in them nearly brought me to my knees. “Just like that,” he growled. “Let me feel all of you.” “Louis-” I gasped, my fingers burying in his hair as I rode the ridge of him. “Don’t stop…” And the worst part? And they didn’t.

My body was still shaking from the aftermath, the waves of pleasure still humming under my skin when Louis’s grip on my waist shifted, strong, possessive. “You’re going to make him lose it,” Louis murmured against my skin, his mouth still close to my breast, his voice low and wicked. Levi’s cock rubbed at my entrance, the swollen head teasing me with every rock of my hips. It was torture–sweet, burning, sacred torture. My breath hitched. Levi’s forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged. Louis kissed along my back, his fingers coaxing more pleasure from my body than I thought possible. Louis’s grip tightened on my waist as I rolled my hips over him again and again, the thick length of him sliding along my soaked folds. The friction was maddening, every drag of his cock against me sparking lightning behind my eyes. Louis kissed my spine, a smile in his voice. “And you’re not done yet…” “I won’t,” he muttered against my skin, voice thick, lips never leaving my breast. “Not until you fall apart again.” To my side, Levi watched with parted lips, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with dark hunger. He reached down, wrapping a hand around himself, stroking in slow, rhythmic motions as he watched Louis dominate the moment. His fingers slid between my thighs again, spreading me gently. Then, my clit, circling it in slow, purposeful strokes that made my entire body jolt with sensation.

I sat up slowly, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself. The warmth of their touch couldn’t chase away the hollow in my chest. “I do,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his, teasing him. “I feel every twitch… every ache you’re holding back.” I watched as he tensed, his body straining as he came, his head tipped back, his face caught in that perfect, broken bliss. The sight sent another wave of heat rolling through me. The room around me faded. His body went rigid. Levi groaned, his hips shifting up instinctively, the thick head of him grinding against my entrance with more pressure. I gasped, clutching his shoulders, the sensation so intense I saw stars. His hands gripped me tight, stilling me mid-motion, and before I could speak, he pulled me off him with a sharp breath. “Switch,” he said flatly to Levi. To the side, I caught Levi watching us, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched, his hand wrapped around himself as he stroked slowly, almost reverently. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, watching every move I made. Louis’s arms circled me first, his chest rising and falling under me. Levi shifted in closer, his hand brushing my hair back, his lips ghosting over my temple. I never wanted it to stop. Behind me, Louis wasn’t idle. Louis reached for me, his fingers catching mine. “Liv… he’s struggling.” “I want to feel you fall apart,” he murmured. “Right here. Between us.” Our bodies moved in a rhythm that was all tension and longing, every brush of his tip making me whimper. Every flick of Louis’s thumb sent sparks bursting behind my eyes. And there–seated in the chair, facing away from me–was Lennox. And when I opened my eyes again, I was standing in the study. His eyes met mine. And gods, so did I. “Come here,” Louis said, pulling me onto his lap, positioning me over him. Levi stirred. “He should be around somewhere,” he said softly, but even he sounded unsure. “I want you to feel all of it,” Levi growled, his voice thick with strain, “even if I can’t be inside you.” “You said you just wanted to feel the tip,” Louis murmured. “So that’s all you get!” I moaned in response, and the vibration made Levi shudder. My entire body was a storm of sensation–heat, friction, pressure. Levi’s cock teasing, Louis’s hands orchestrating my pleasure. Then came the sting–his palm slapped the inside of my thigh, not harsh but sharp enough to jolt me, send another rush of arousal through my already–overstimulated body. “Louis,” I moaned, my hips twitching against his restraint. Levi chuckled hoarsely. “Didn’t have to. You broke me anyway.” “Where is Lennox?” I asked quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. I nodded, trembling, but the challenge in his eyes said he wasn’t satisfied. He obeyed instantly, kneeling beside us, and I leaned forward, brushing my lips down his chest, down his stomach. His cock pulsed in my grip as I brought him to my mouth, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact.

Louis didn’t take his eyes off me. “Not undone yet,” he said. “But she will be.” I reached for him, fingers curling around his wrist to stop him. “Moon… you’re killing me,” he groaned, his voice guttural. And yet… as warm and secure as their arms were, something in me… Louis’s jaw clenched, but he nodded slowly, releasing my hand.

Olivia’s POV

Levi groaned beneath me, his own restraint shattering as he jerked against me, moaning low into my mouth. Louis held me tight, grounding me as I trembled, whispering praise against my skin like I was something divine. His eyes locked on mine–dark, dilated, pleading. Levi groaned–deep, guttural–as I took his cock into my mouth, matching the rhythm of my hips against Louis with the motion of my mouth around him. The combination was too much. The push and pull. The dominance and surrender. The way Louis’s hands guided my movement while Levi trembled under my touch. They held me like I was fragile. Then suddenly–he stopped. My body bucked, caught between his wicked touch and Levi’s gaze–both of them working me from opposite ends of a twisted heaven. “Don’t stop,” I whispered again, my voice shaking with emotion. “Don’t stop…” Levi’s cock pulsed at my entrance, hot and throbbing against my slick folds as I rocked my hips again, slower this time, savoring the friction. He let out a sharp breath, his hands flexing around my waist as if anchoring himself against the urge to thrust deeper. I blinked, confused–until I saw his jaw lock, his muscles trembling. Levi groaned but obeyed, sliding out from under me, his cock slick and hard, his breath uneven as he moved to the side. I barely had time to gasp before Louis took his place on the bed, lying back. Louis reached around, his fingers replacing his thumb, now sliding in gentle strokes over my clit–up and down, slow at first, then firmer, more insistent. I bucked helplessly against Levi, the friction between his cock and my folds unbearable now, driving me wild with every movement. “She’s beautiful like this,” Levi said hoarsely. “Completely undone.” Louis moved beneath me with new purpose. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me harder, faster along his length. I cried out, the rhythm turning wild, desperate, perfect.

I closed my eyes, my heart pounding with the aftermath of pleasure, and then I thought of Lennox. “She’s trembling,” he murmured to Levi, his voice deep and full of praise. “So damn responsive.” “Come closer,” I said, my voice hoarse with need. “Let go, Olivia,” Louis said against my ear. “Let us feel you come apart.” “No.” I turned to him. “With what?” “You’ve had your turn. Move.” Louis kissed my neck from behind, slow and savoring. “I want to see him,” I murmured, trying to stand. Levi captured my mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and fire, his hips rising in sync with mine. Every motion rubbed him harder against my entrance, every stroke of Louis’s fingers pushing me closer to the edge. “You didn’t even go in,” I whispered, half-laughing, half-sobbing. Like I was more than desire. Like I was everything. “Gods–Louis,” I cried, my hips bucking between them. I collapsed forward, my lips brushing Levi’s shoulder, my breath ragged, my heart pounding like a war drum. Louis’s arms wrapped around me from behind, solid and warm, and Levi cradled my face, his thumbs wiping away the stray tears I hadn’t realized had fallen. I whimpered, the sound strangled by shock and desire, and obeyed. There was no arguing with that voice. A chill skated down my spine at how quickly the dynamic changed.

Levi hesitated, torn, but the desire between us was undeniable. He carefully guided his cock to my entrance, the thick head brushing against the slick heat of me. We both moaned at the contact, the tension snapping taut as a bowstring. I rocked my hips slightly, letting the tip of him slide along my folds–wet and pulsing, so close, yet not inside. The friction was delicious and maddening. My breath came in shallow gasps as I moved, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my core. Levi’s grip on my hips tightened. Slowly, he turned toward me. His mouth trailed up my chest, slow and deliberate, until his lips found my nipple. He took it between his lips with a soft growl, sucking hard enough to make me cry out, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak until my back arched in a helpless curve. Louis’s fingers never stopped circling my clit–slow, steady, devastating. His other hand slid up, splaying across my stomach, holding me close as he pressed his chest to my back, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear. “Olivia, you don’t know what you’re doing to me…” My fingers dug into his chest as I ground against him, hips rocking in frantic need, every movement bringing me closer to the edge again. His mouth returned to my breast, sucking with fierce hunger as his body tensed under mine. Louis chuckled softly, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll take what I give you,” he said, and then–gods–his fingers returned to my clit, circling it with precise, controlled pressure. “And you’ll thank me for it.” A sharp pang twisted through my chest. “That was a one-time thing,” I said softly but firmly. “It’s okay for him to lose control sometimes… he’s my mate. You all are…” My throat tightened. “I need to talk to him right now. I don’t want him feeling like I left him behind.” Levi blinked, breathless and dazed, still beneath me. “What?” “Lennox…” I whispered. He didn’t look at me. Louis’s head fell back, his chest rising in hard, ragged gasps, and he let out a low, raw groan as he released his cum all over his lap. My body felt boneless–wrung out, completely drained. Then his hand struck again–another soft slap to my thigh, punishment and reward tangled in one. The thought of him rose like a tidal wave, stealing the air from my lungs. I saw his eyes again, the way they darkened when he pushed me toward Levi. The way his voice had cracked when he said he was going to get water. “Fuck,” Levi hissed, his hands fisting the sheets as he suddenly pulled back, his breath ragged. “I–Olivia, I’m gonna…”