Olivia’s POV

I swallowed hard, his words vibrating against my lips. Louis’s eyes searched mine, burning with desire but also restraint—like he was asking, not demanding, as if my pleasure meant more to him than his own. That thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me.

I wanted to refuse… damn, but I couldn’t. If we had come this far, then a simple blow job wouldn’t harm, and besides, I’m doing this for a reason. I will benefit from it when all this is over.

I nodded slowly, deliberately, and pushed gently at his chest. He let me guide him, breath ragged, until he was lying back against the pillows, his dark hair tousled, his body stretched out and glorious before me. His cock stood proud between us, flushed and aching, and I licked my lips instinctively.

Louis cursed under his breath, his abs tightening.

“I’ve never done this before,” I murmured, crawling over him, my lips brushing against the skin of his lower stomach.

He looked at me with dark, reverent eyes. “You don’t have to be perfect,” he said, voice low and rough. “Just do what feels right.”

I kissed down his chest, letting my tongue flick over his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat, feeling the tension in every muscle as I worked my way lower. When I reached the base of his cock, I paused, letting my breath fan over the swollen head.

He shuddered.

“Olivia…” His voice was a warning and a plea all at once.

I pressed a soft kiss to the tip. He groaned, head tipping back, and I took that as encouragement. Slowly, I opened my mouth and took him in—inch by inch—until I couldn’t take anymore. The stretch made my throat tighten, but I pushed past the discomfort, letting my tongue swirl around him as I moved back. Louis growled, his hand flying to my hair, not pushing—just holding, anchoring himself to me. “Fuck, Ol… you’re perfect,” he rasped.

I began to move, finding a rhythm, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him slowly, then faster. The sounds he made—the low curses, the broken groans—only pushed me further. I wanted to give him everything he’d just given me. I wanted to make him unravel. Ridiculously, I wanted to do better than Anita; I wanted him to never forget it. I wanted him to go back and tell his brothers what they missed… what they tossed away. I wanted to drop an impression.

I glanced up and found him watching me, jaw clenched, eyes wild.

“Look at you,” he choked out. “Taking me like that. You’re going to fucking ruin me.”

His words made something dark and hungry bloom in my chest, and I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse again. I let one of my hands wrap around his base, stroking him in sync with my mouth, my other hand braced on his thigh as it tensed beneath my palm.

Louis was losing control—his breathing sharp, his hips beginning to jerk up to meet each stroke. “Stop, baby,” he gasped, tugging gently at my hair. “If you don’t stop, I’ll come.”

But I didn’t stop. I wanted to see him cum. I wanted to taste that final moment when he lost himself completely. So I tightened my lips around him and sucked harder, faster, my hand matching every movement. His grip in my hair tightened, and he threw his head back with a strangled growl.

“Fuck, Olivia—”

And then he came. Hot and thick, pulsing against my tongue. I swallowed instinctively, not pulling back, not wanting to waste a drop. He groaned so loudly it echoed off the walls, his body trembling beneath me. I only moved away when I felt him twitch. Overly sensitive.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then crawled up to straddle his waist again, heart pounding. Louis looked wrecked. Beautifully, utterly wrecked. His eyes were still wild, but now softened with awe. He cupped my face, pulling me down into a slow, lingering kiss.

“That,” he whispered against my lips, “was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

I smiled, a little breathless. He grinned, then flipped us over again in one smooth motion, hovering over me with that dark, dangerous look.

“Round two?”

I looked at Louis. He was hovering over me, smirking the way he always did. His skin was flushed. His lips were swollen. His eyes were shining with confidence again. He seemed fine now.

“You seem better,” I said softly, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “The potion… it’s like it’s gone.”

Louis froze for a second. His eyes darkened with something I couldn’t name. Then he shook his head quickly.

“No,” he said in a low voice. “Not fully.”

But I saw it. He was lying. His voice didn’t match his eyes. He didn’t want us to stop. Not yet.

I reached up and slid my fingers through his hair. I pulled him closer.

“You are lying to me…” Louis didn’t let me complete the word before slamming his lips against mine and kissing me gently. His lips moved slowly, like he was taking his time. Like he was savoring the moment. He kissed down my neck, warm and careful.

When he reached my breasts, he paused. He looked into my eyes.

“Just the last one,” he said. His voice was low and rough.

I decided to let him. He leaned down and kissed my nipple. Then he took it into his mouth. He sucked gently at first. Then deeper. His tongue flicked over my nipple, and I gasped. My back arched into him. He kept going, slow and focused.

His hand slid down my waist, tracing every curve. When he reached my thighs, he hesitated. Then he gently brushed between them. I tensed, nervous. He felt it and paused.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, his lips still on my skin. “I won’t go deeper.”

I nodded. I trusted him. Louis kissed my stomach, my hip, lower and lower. Then he slid his fingers down again. This time with more purpose. His fingers circled softly at my entrance. I gasped at the sensation. It felt new. It felt intense.

He kissed my breast again, sucking deeply. His fingers moved lower, pressing in slowly. I gasped again. I was tight. He was careful. He gave me time to adjust.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “So warm.”

His fingers moved deeper. He curled them just right. My hips lifted without me meaning to. His touch was slow but sure. I felt myself getting closer with every movement. He sucked harder on my nipple. His teeth grazed me gently. Sparks flew through my body. His fingers moved faster, working in rhythm.

I buried my face in his neck. I moaned against his skin.

“Louis,” I whimpered. “Please… I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he said. “You’re almost there.”

He was right. The pressure inside me exploded. My body clenched around his fingers. A wave of pleasure rushed through me. I cried out. My body shook. I held onto him tightly. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Louis kissed my forehead. His fingers slipped out slowly. His hands were gentle now. He held me close.

“This was amazing, Olivia,” he whispered. “And I’ll never forget it.”

I didn’t say anything. Because in that moment… I didn’t know what to feel.

Louis slowly moved away from me and fell back to the space beside me. We lay beside each other naked, my pussy aching for more of him. We lay in silence. The air between us was thick and warm. My body still trembled from the high. My skin was damp. My heart was racing.

Louis’s chest rose and fell beside me. His breath was heavy, uneven. His hand brushed mine, but he didn’t speak yet.

I turned to look at him. His hair was messy. His lips were swollen. His eyes were half-closed, like he was lost in the feeling. His cock still stood tall and proud. The sight of it made something twist low in my belly again. I felt my wolf stir inside me.

She purred. She wanted him again. She wanted to feel that rush one more time. She wanted to let him claim—

But I shoved the thought aside. No. This wasn’t lovemaking. My body was just an antidote to detoxify the drugs he was given. Nothing else. After this, we would go back to our lives.

Louis turned his head slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. His gaze was intense, full of heat, but also something else. Something softer.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice rough and quiet.

I blinked and swallowed hard.

“For… everything,” he said. “For taking care of me. For helping me…”

I looked at him, trying to ignore the warmth those words brought to my chest. My wolf purred louder. She liked the way he said my name.

Louis reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers brushed against my cheek.

“I’m indebted to you,” he said. “Now tell me, Olivia, what is your one request?”