Olivia’s POV
Levi came next. He sat on my other side and placed his hand over mine, too. His eyes were soft, full of regret. “Me too. I was wrong about everything.”
But it wasn’t over.
“Mine,” Lennox growled, his mouth on my breast again, sucking, biting. His thrusts were wild, claiming, each one pushing me closer.
Louis’s hands never stopped roaming my body. Strong and possessive, he stroked down my back, cupped my hips, then squeezed my ass hard enough to make me whimper. “You’re ours,” he said against my lips. “Say it.”
Louis smiled. “Then we start over,” he said. “Together. We’re not perfect, but we’ll keep trying. For you, Olivia. For all of us.”
Then Louis stepped forward, standing tall in front of us. His voice was strong. “No more pulling you apart. We’ll learn to do this right.”
“I love you,” he whispered before pushing inside me. His pace was different–slower, deeper, each thrust dragging out my pleasure. His forehead rested against mine, his kisses tender, his hand rubbing slow circles over my clit until I was shaking. “You’re everything to me,” he murmured. “Always.”
The room felt different now. For the first time in a long while, it wasn’t filled with anger. It was quiet, gentle–like after a big storm when everything is still, but you can finally breathe again.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, breathless.
Levi slid onto the bed beside me, his lips finding my free breast, his tongue flicking across my nipple while his hand stroked along my thigh. “You feel so good,” he murmured against my skin. His other hand slid down, pressing where Lennox’s thrusts made me ache, rubbing my clit in time with his brother’s thrusts until I was crying out.
Levi moved beside me, kissing my lips, swallowing my moans. His hand stroked my hair, gentler, soothing, even as Lennox pounded into me. When Lennox finally shuddered and spilled inside me, pulling out breathless, Levi slid between my legs. His eyes met mine–soft, worshipful, filled with love and need.
Louis stood in front of us, watching, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with heat. He placed his hand under my chin, tilting my face up until I had no choice but to look at him. His gaze held me still, full of command and desire. Then he bent and kissed me. His mouth was rough, claiming, forcing me to give in to him. My head spun as I was caught between all three of them–Lennox’s hungry kiss, Levi’s teasing mouth at my throat, and Louis’s steady, possessive grip.
Levi lifted his head, his voice low. “I promise too. No more jealousy. No more harsh words. I’ll work on it.” He looked at Lennox with guilt in his eyes. “And no more accusing you. I was wrong.”
I reached for them all. My fingers curled around Lennox’s wrist, my other hand held Levi’s, and my eyes locked with Louis’s steady gaze.
Lennox moved first. He knelt in front of me and took my hands, lowering his head until his forehead brushed my knuckles. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
My heart squeezed so tight it almost hurt. Relief. Love. Hope. For the first time, I felt like maybe–just maybe–we could really fix this.
He moved hard and steady, every push driving me higher. His lips stayed on my neck, sucking, biting softly, while his hips slammed into mine.
Lennox rubbed a hand over his face. When he looked at me again, his eyes weren’t hard anymore. They were tired and open. “No more fights,” he said softly. “I promise.”
Clothes fell to the floor one by one until there was nothing left between us but heat. Lennox lifted me, laying me back across the bed. His body pressed over mine, his eyes wild and dark as he kissed me again, slower now but deeper, pouring everything into it. His hand guided his cock against me, sliding between my folds until I was shaking with need. Then, with one deep thrust, he filled me. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders, the stretch sharp but perfect.
Inside me, my wolf stirred with approval as I breathed in the dangerous, addictive mix of their scents.
The four of us. Tangled. Messy. But together.
That was it–the last piece.
Levi pressed against my back, his chest warm and solid. His lips brushed my neck, slow at first, teasing, making my skin break out in shivers. Then his mouth opened, sucking at the soft spot under my ear until my head fell back on his shoulder. “I’ve missed this,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. His hand slid around my stomach, down to my thighs, spreading them wider.
More tears fell, soaking Levi’s shirt, but this time I didn’t hide them. “Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Let this be the start. No more breaking. Just us. Together.”
Slowly, we leaned into each other. Levi’s arm came around my shoulders, Lennox pressed his forehead against my temple, and Louis rested a firm hand on my back.
Tears slid down my cheeks as I gave a shaky smile. “Thank you,” I whispered. “This is all I ever wanted–for us to stop hurting each other…”
I moaned, and they all froze for a heartbeat, like that sound broke something inside them. Then they moved at once. Hands slid under my clothes, pulling, tugging, peeling fabric away. Soon my top was gone, and Lennox’s mouth was on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before sucking hard. I cried out, arching into him, while Levi’s hand slipped lower, brushing over me between my thighs, teasing until my legs trembled.
I cried out his name as I came, my body clenching tight around him. He groaned, thrusting harder, faster, before spilling inside me, holding me close as my body shuddered through the release.
Louis climbed behind me, his hands lifting my hips, steadying me. He leaned down, kissing the back of my neck, my shoulder, trailing fire across my skin.
Then Lennox moved first again. He pulled me into his lap, his strong hands gripping my hips. His mouth found mine in a hard, hungry kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was possessive, full of need, like he had been waiting too long to taste me again. I gasped against his lips, and he groaned, kissing me harder, forcing my mouth open so his tongue could slide against mine.