I have three mates.

She nodded against me, her breath warm on my skin. “Then promise me it’ll be soon.”

I knelt between her legs, my chest heaving as I looked down at her. My cock twitched again, already hardening despite what just happened.

But my hands shook at my sides.

Then I dipped my head between her thighs and tasted her.

“I want to feel you,” she said, her voice hoarse. “You don’t have to go all the way in… I just want to feel your cock between my thighs. Please.”

She was stunning.

“I want you,” she said softly, but her voice didn’t waver. “The last time I checked, I have three mates, Lennox. Not two.”

I should’ve pulled back.

My wolf howled, wild and feral, pounding against the walls of my chest, begging me to close the gap. To take her. Claim her. Mark her all over again.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered, locking eyes with her.

And then… she kissed me.

Only then did I rise, kissing my way back up her body, tasting her release on my lips as I hovered over her once more.

“I do,” I whispered, lifting my gaze to meet hers. “Because I want this—us—to be right. Not rushed. Not stolen in a moment of weakness. You have three mates, remember?”

My wolf roared with approval, and I could only nod, my hand brushing through her hair as she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.

“Lennox…” she breathed, her voice trembling.

I wanted to. Goddess, I craved it.

Her breath hitched—once, twice—and then she shattered.

I have three mates:

She cried out softly, her hips bucking at the first stroke of my tongue. Sweet and slick, her scent and taste ignited something feral in me. I licked her slowly, deliberately, dragging my tongue through her folds before focusing on her clit—suckling gently, then flicking with precision.

She came on my mouth, her body convulsing as her climax tore through her. I didn’t stop. I held her there, carried her through it, tasted every drop of her pleasure until she was trembling, drained, glowing.

She reached for my belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuckled it, then unzipped me. I sucked in a sharp breath as she freed me, her gaze flicking up to meet mine. There was no hesitation in her eyes, just desire.

Her hand gripped mine, fingers laced tightly, grounding herself as I devoured her like a man starved. Because I was. Starved of her. Of this. Of everything we’d lost.

The heat of her lips, the wet suction, the way her tongue moved with slow, deliberate strokes—it was maddening. She sucked gently at first, then deeper, her hand wrapped around my base as she worked me with exquisite skill.

Lennox’s POV

I could barely speak. I could barely breathe.

I laid her down gently, reverently, her back pressing against the cool wood while her heat scorched into me like wildfire. Her hair spilled like ink over the desk, her eyes fixed on mine—glassy, vulnerable, but full of need.

Her thighs trembled around my head.

The sight of her there—naked, flushed, eyes wide with devotion and hunger—nearly undid me.

To take in the soft rise and fall of her chest as my thumbs brushed across her hardened nipples. She trembled. I dipped my head and took one into my mouth, sucking gently while my hand caressed the other. Her back arched, a soft cry leaving her lips as her fingers clutched at my hair.

Her kiss was everything. Rage, longing, heartbreak, love. It shattered my control and rewrote the rules of restraint. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging me. I didn’t hesitate. I gave in. Fully. Finally.

I have three mates.

No hesitation. No asking.

The taste of her drove me mad.

“Yes,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I need you, Lennox… even if it’s just like this.”

She gave a breathless laugh—half desperate, half amused—as she buried her fingers in my hair. “I don’t care."

I leaned down, my mouth finding her breasts again, sucking one nipple gently into my mouth while my hips rolled against hers.

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and full of something deeper than lust.

“Fuck… Olivia,” I groaned, one hand braced on the desk, the other tangled in her hair as her mouth worked me. Every flick of her tongue, every sound she made, had my legs trembling. I was close—too close—and she knew it.

I leaned in, brushing my nose against hers. “That was just the beginning, Olivia. I’ll spend forever making up for the lost time.”

And still, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Love.

I rocked against her one last time, slowly, deeply, letting her feel every inch of me without taking that final step. Then I stopped.

I inhaled sharply, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, the tension coiling tightly in my gut. Slowly, I forced my eyes back up to her face.

I groaned, the plea slicing through my already fraying restraint. My cock throbbed as I pressed harder between her thighs, our bodies moving like we’d never been apart.

“Olivia…” I rasped, forcing myself to take a shaky breath. “I don’t trust myself. If I touch you now, I might lose control again. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Not with words.

She simply climbed back into my lap, her thighs straddling me, her bare skin pressing into mine like a brand.

I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the soft whimper she gave when our mouths met. My hands trailed down her arms, her ribs, her hips—every inch of her like scripture I needed to memorize. She arched slightly, offering herself to me, and I worshipped her like the goddess she was.

Her hips rocked in time with mine, desperate for more, for all of me. But I kept the pace slow, controlled, savoring every gasp, every tremble.

She arched under me, her breath ragged. “Please… I need you inside me. Just—just once. Please. Just go in.”

I stood abruptly, my arms wrapped around her, her legs instinctively locking around my waist. The chair scraped back behind me as I carried her to the desk, knocking aside papers and books like none of it mattered. Because it didn’t.

My lips left her mouth to explore her jaw, the delicate curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat. I kissed every inch, tasting her skin, dragging my tongue across the places that made her gasp. And when I reached her breasts—Goddess, I paused.

Until I could feel the…

She stepped closer, the space between us of her skin brushing the edge of my restraint.

I flicked my tongue over her hardened nipple, then kissed across to the other. “Please what?” I murmured, my lips brushing her skin.

Olivia nodded, and her fingers ghosted over my chest, her touch soft, sexy. Then, without a word, she slid down from the desk and sank to her knees before me.

She arched her hips toward me, her hands clutching at my arms as I rocked against her, the length of me gliding between her wetness with each thrust.

I kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter. “Soon,” I vowed.

“Lennox…” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please…”

Just her lips on mine—soft, warm and desperate.

Gently, I pulled away, brushing her hair back from her face. I laid beside her, one arm wrapping around her as she curled into me, her cheek pressed to my chest.

“Olivia…” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. “What… what are you doing?” Everything in me shattered.

I have three mates.

Then she laid back on the floor, spreading her legs for me, her body bathed in moonlight and firelight.

To feel.

But the second her tongue brushed mine, I lost it.

Her breathing was uneven, her body trembling.

She swallowed hard but nodded in agreement.

She reached up, cupping my cheek. “Lennox…”

Only she did.

Her kiss was fire. Need and nostalgia. It stole my breath and gave it back in pieces, wrapped in everything we’d lost… and everything we still could be.

I moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down her…

my hands spreading her thighs open, baring the most sacred part of her.

Just to look.

I tried to warn her. “I’m going to-”

Her moans were like prayers.

My finger slid into her slowly, curling just right, matching the rhythm of my tongue. She was already so close, already gasping my name like it was the only word she remembered.

I positioned myself between her thighs, sliding my length against her slick folds—not entering—just gliding, teasing, giving her exactly what she asked for. The friction made us both gasp.

I groaned into her mouth, my arms locking around her out of instinct. My hands skated over her back, memorizing the feel of her skin, the way she trembled—not from fear, but from desire.

She didn’t respond.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered. “Let me.”

She moaned around me, the vibration sending me spiraling. My hips bucked forward as…

I have three mates.

I came, hard, spilling into her mouth with a guttural growl. She swallowed it all—every drop—never breaking eye contact.

Her moans were soft and needy, mine ragged and desperate.

“You sure?” I asked, cupping her cheek.

“I want you more than anything,” I whispered into her hair. “But let’s have that talk tomorrow, alright?”

And she was mine.

But she didn’t stop.

My gaze raked over her naked form—her firm breasts, the delicate peaks of her pink, hardened nipples. Then my eyes drifted lower—to the gentle curve of her stomach, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips—until they landed on her neatly shaved pussy.

When I finally opened my eyes, she was wiping her lips with the back of her hand, still kneeling. Glowing. Smirking slightly.

But I didn’t give in.

Instead, I chuckled low against her skin, the sound vibrating against her breast. “If I do that, Olivia… my brothers will kill me.”