Leaving

We went back to the room together, the smell of food waiting for us. A tray sat on the table–warm bread, eggs, and fruit. My stomach rumbled, reminding me how long it had been since I last ate.

Olivia’s POV

Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands beneath my thighs and lifted me effortlessly from the counter. I gasped against his lips as he carried me toward the wall, pressing me gently but firmly against it. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my body arching to him, craving more.

For a moment, I looked at them one by one, trying to remember their faces. They looked at me as if this could be the last time. My chest hurt at the thought.

“Reach through the mind link if anything goes wrong,” Levi added, his eyes full of worry.

“You couldn’t wait for me,” he said softly, his voice calm, but beneath it, I could hear the strain, the restraint barely holding him together.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and stood up. While holding their gazes, I teleported away.

Before I could even catch my breath, Lennox’s strong arms scooped me up, carrying me out of the steam and back toward the waiting tub. Levi was already there, sleeves rolled up, filling it with warm water that smelled faintly of herbs.

I leaned back, my wolf sighing inside me as the three of them cared for me like I was their most precious jewelry.

When Louis finally pulled back, his lips lingering on mine, he didn’t rush. His hand cradled the back of my head, keeping me close. For once, there was no hurry, no fire—just his warmth surrounding me, holding me together.

“I love you three,” I said softly, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

For a long moment, none of them spoke. Then, one by one, they nodded. Slowly. Reluctantly. But they nodded.

Leaving

He moved slowly at first, each stroke long, deep, measured. His control was maddening, drawing out the pleasure until my body shook with the need for more. Every roll of his hips stroked that aching spot inside me, dragging me higher and higher.

“I’ll be fine,” I whispered.

His composure cracked, just barely. His pace quickened, his breath coming in harsh pants against my ear as his thrusts grew harder, deeper, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the steam–heavy air.

“Louis…” I whispered, my voice hoarse, my body trembling from the pleasurable feelings Lennox and Levi had already unleashed on me.

When they finished, Levi wrapped me in a thick towel and lifted me to my feet. Louis pressed a kiss to my temple. Lennox’s hand lingered against my lower back.

The silence was heavy. Levi’s jaw tightened. Lennox’s hand fisted against the table. Louis’s gaze sharpened, his calm mask slipping for a second.

When I finally set my fork down, I looked at the three of them, my chest tight. “I need to go home,” I said softly. “I need to change. And after that…” I swallowed hard. “I’m going to Frederick.”

I smiled faintly and kissed him again, my lips lingering on his as his warmth surrounded me. Louis kissed me back slowly, tenderly, like he had all the time in the world, like I wasn’t already trembling from being claimed over and over. His hand cupped the back of my head, keeping me close.

For a moment, he held me there, still joined, his arms strong and steady, his breath hot against my skin. Unlike the others, he didn’t pull away immediately. He just stayed inside me, whispering softly, “You’re ours.”

It wasn’t a crashing, desperate kiss like Lennox’s, nor a taunting one like Levi’s. It was deep, consuming, tender in its slowness–yet somehow it set me ablaze. His mouth moved against mine with reverence, savoring me, tasting me as if I were his salvation. “Let me,” he murmured. Not a demand, not a tease—just a promise.

He stepped closer, each movement deliberate, controlled, as though fighting every instinct to simply take. His hand came to my cheek, warm, steady, grounding. He brushed his thumb across my lips, his eyes locked on mine.

Leaving

“Don’t keep any information away from us,” Louis finished, his hand covering mine.

I gave them a small smile, even though my heart felt heavy. “I’ll be fine,” I whispered again, more to myself than to them. “I have to be.”

He didn’t smirk like Levi, nor did he growl like Lennox. He just stood there in the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable, watching the scene before him. But the heat in his gaze was undeniable. It wrapped around me, making my skin prickle, my core clench with need all over again.

When he finally entered me, it wasn’t with a harsh thrust—it was slow, deliberate, inch by inch, filling me completely. A moan spilled from my throat, tears pricking my eyes at the overwhelming sensation.

Steam curled around me again, but this time it wasn’t about passion—it was about care. Lennox knelt behind me, running warm water over my hair, his touch slow and steady. Louis was on my right, carefully wiping my arms with a soft cloth. Levi on my left, brushing the water over my legs with almost reverent hands.

All three answered together. “And we love you.”

“Olivia…” Louis breathed, his forehead pressed to mine. “I love you. Only you.”

When his hand slipped between us, circling my clit with devastating precision, my body broke apart again. My cry was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me through my climax, his hips driving into me until he finally let go too, his groan low and rough as he spilled inside me.

We ate quietly, but their eyes never left me. Every bite I took, every sip of water–I could feel their worry, their love.

Louis’s hand squeezed mine tighter. Levi’s wolf brushed against mine, restless but loyal. And Lennox–he didn’t speak, but his eyes said everything. Anger. Fear. And love, even if he tried to hide it behind his hard stare.

“We’ll be close,” Lennox muttered, his voice rough.

“Louis–please…” I whimpered, clawing at his back.

“Sit,” Levi murmured, his hands surprisingly gentle as he guided me down into the water.

And when I nodded, he leaned down and kissed me.