Catch Me If You Can
I disappeared again.
The silence was immediate. The sudden absence of heat and hands and mouths gave me just enough clarity to grin to myself.
Lennox stood there. Waiting. Like he knew I would come.
It didn’t take long. The door burst open again, and I caught sight of them—frustrated, wild-eyed, breathless.
His palm landed hard on my ass, making me jolt and whimper, the sting blooming deliciously.
And I was gone.
“You like making us chase you?” he murmured against my ear, nipping at the shell before trailing his tongue down my neck.
My legs trembled. My body ached. My mind spun in a haze of heat and touch and mouths and them.
I nodded, my heart pounding, eyes burning.
My smirk returned. “I know.”
I was melting between them when Lennox returned, possessive, growling, not to be left out.
“You want to play games?” he growled, his hands already bunching the fabric at my hips.
My wolf huffed inside me, impatient and restless. She wanted movement. Action. Now.
Then he crushed his mouth to mine.
Folding them, I placed the papers on the bed and smiled to myself.
The scent of roasted meats and leftover wine filled the room. I pressed my hand to my racing heart and leaned against the counter, my cheeks flushed, my thighs pressed together.
There was no hesitation. No teasing. No more games.
I twirled once, laughing softly to myself, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew they were tracking me by my scent, by our bond, by instinct.
Levi, always the first to sense what I tried to hide, stepped forward. His voice was low and rough as gravel. “Do you want just one of us tonight, little bird?”
“Okay,” I muttered, my voice light and trembling. “If none of you can choose…”
Fingers unfolded the paper. Expressions stayed guarded.
Levi pressed a kiss to my exposed shoulder. “Tell us, baby… your wish is our command.”
“Beautiful,” Louis murmured reverently, his lips pressing hot kisses down the curve of my spine. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”
To the kitchen.
“Olivia!” Lennox’s voice was rough, almost pained.
Poof.
I didn’t even have time to reply before he ripped my dress down the front. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room like thunder. I gasped, then laughed—a breathy, teasing sound—as cool air brushed my bare skin.
He ducked his head and wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking hard, making my head fall back with a moan that echoed off the walls.
Then—rip—he tore away my underwear in one swift, ruthless motion. The cold air kissed my bare skin, and I let out a shaky breath, dizzy with anticipation.
Behind me, Louis came closer. I felt the heat of his presence first, then the soft graze of his fingers along my waist.
Then came Levi—bursting in, breathless, eyes wild.
“Choose among yourselves,” I suggested.
They were all part of me. All threads in the same bond. All pieces of the same longing. I blinked rapidly, trying to focus, but it was like asking me to pick which part of my soul should speak first.
Slowly, like they had all the time in the world to unravel me.
“One each,” I said. “No trading. And no announcing what you got.”
Olivia’s POV
I perched atop the grand oak desk in the center, crossing my legs with a smirk. My body still thrummed with desire, but teasing them… gods, teasing them was its own kind of delicious.
“Catch me if you can,” I purred, and with one last wink—I vanished.
“We’re greedy, sweetheart,” Levi said with a rough chuckle. “We can’t decide either.”
“We’ll be gentle,” he murmured, his voice a gravelled promise. “As best as we can be.”
This time, back to the rooftop.
I couldn’t look away.
He stormed forward and yanked me from Lennox’s grip, spinning me around and pulling me flush against him. His lips were parted, eyes dark with a hunger that stole the breath from my lungs.
“Okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Turn around.”
I bit my lip, playing innocent even as my body trembled against his. “Maybe.”
They did—and each of them approached the bed, eyes flicking between the tiny folded slips.
Lennox stepped closer, his dark eyes softening just enough to make my chest tighten.
Seconds later, the rooftop hatch flung open.
The door creaked softly behind me. I waited, my heart in my throat, flushed and trembling. This game was driving me as crazy as it was them.
I tilted my head sweetly, biting my bottom lip.
Smack.
Poof.
Followed by Louis.
Levi didn’t wait.
The door opened.
Lennox looked back at them and smirked. “Brothers, how do we make her pay?”
“You think you’re clever, little bird?” he growled, his voice low and trembling with restraint.
“No,” I whispered. “I want you all.”
“Mine,” he rasped against my lips.
A wicked smile curled my lips as I pulled back slightly from Lennox, my arms still draped around his shoulders.
My body arched, instinctively pressing back against him as his hands explored my hips, his lips trailing fire down my back.
Shirts were pulled over heads, muscles flexing and rippling in the low light. Pants slid down, and soon they were standing bare before me.
I sat up straighter, an idea forming as my fingers reached for the nightstand and pulled a small piece of paper and a pen from the drawer. “Turn around,” I told them, already scribbling quickly. “No peeking.”
They held my gaze, and in their silence, I felt their understanding. No tension, no jealousy. Just quiet acceptance.
I shook my head.
I smirked, just as the door creaked open. Three sets of wide, confused, burning eyes locked onto mine.
My gaze flicked up to his, wide, breathless. I could feel the question ripple through the air like a dare. But the answer came as naturally as breathing.
His kiss was furious, possessive, and claiming. One hand tangled in my hair, the other pinned my hip, his thigh sliding between mine.
I froze.
Their gazes pinned me in place, heat, and hunger in every slow breath they took. My body trembled—not from fear, not even from hesitation—but from the weight of it all.
The weight of them. The weight of this moment.
They picked.
They noticed.
His hand gripped my jaw gently, tipping my chin up until our noses brushed. “You’ve been driving us insane.”
And then—they arrived. All three of them. Furious. Desperate.
Louis, Levi.
I could barely breathe.
I met each of their eyes in turn, my voice low. “It doesn’t matter who goes first. It’s still all of you. It’s still… us.”
And teleported again.
They exchanged glances, confused but amused, and slowly turned their backs to me. I could already hear it—the heavy footsteps pounding up the hall, fast and hungry. Even though I’d seen them naked before, it hit differently now—because tonight, I wouldn’t just feel their cocks against me. I would feel them inside me.
I wrote three words across three slips: First. Second. Third.
With my heart pounding, pulse quickening, I sat up and looked at them.
His chest rose and fell like he’d just sprinted through hell, sweat glistening along his collarbone. His hair was tousled, lips parted, eyes dark as obsidian.
The moment our gazes met, he moved.
Then, in the blink of an eye, I teleported.
“I-“ I shook my head, my breath catching. “I can’t. I don’t know. If… if all three of you could-“ I broke off, flustered. “But that’s not possible.”
Louis cursed under his breath. Levi muttered my name like it was both a prayer and a threat.
I tensed, my throat tightening around a shaky breath.
The moment they saw me trapped against Lennox’s chest, flushed and trembling, they let out a sigh of relief.
Louis smirked and whispered, “It’s your night, Olivia. You get to choose who goes first.”
And then… their scents hit me. Smoky cedar. Pine and amber. Rain-drenched leather.
They all smirked—equally amused, equally starved.
I barely had time to catch my breath before Louis’s hands were on me. With a growl low in his throat, he swept me off my feet and tossed me onto the bed. I landed with a soft bounce, a startled laugh slipping past my lips as the three of them stood before me.
Louis moved first, reaching for me—his voice low. “Enough games, Liv—”
Three pairs of eyes, full of fire and longing, locked on me. My mouth parted, but no sound came. How could I choose?
But this time… I wasn’t alone.
My breath was ragged. My lips swollen. My heart thundered like a war drum.
Before they could even speak, I gave them a wink. “Too slow.”
I blew him a kiss.
To the library.
Then Levi tilted my chin, claiming my mouth with a kiss that left me breathless. His tongue demanded, explored, owned. One hand cradled the back of my head, the other squeezed my waist, pulling me tighter against his body.
Before I could so much as smirk, his arms were around me, gripping my waist tight as he slammed me against the wall with a force that knocked the air from my lungs.
The sight of them standing there—completely bare, aroused—sent a flush of heat rushing through me. Their desire was bold and unhidden, heavy between their thighs. My breath stuttered as I took them in, every detail more intense under the weight of my anticipation.
I teleported to the garden.
Both stepped in, eyes ablaze.
Flowers swayed gently in the breeze, their fragrance wrapping around me. I strolled across the soft grass, goosebumps racing up my arms.
They stood there, the three of them, hungry eyes on me.
Dim light. Books, Velvet chairs and silence.
Then—without another word—they climbed onto the bed.
Straight to Lennox’s room.
I leaned close, brushing my mouth against his ear, and whispered, “Come find me.”
“Oh gods-”
I swallowed hard.
“Levi!” I gasped out, half–laughing, half–moaning.
To a guest room.
Flowers swayed gently in the breeze, their fragrance wrapping around me. I strolled across the soft grass, goosebumps racing up my arms.
They stood there, the three of them, hungry eyes on me.
Dim light. Books. Velvet chairs and silence.
Then—without another word—they climbed onto the bed.
Straight to Lennox’s room.
I leaned close, brushing my mouth against his ear, and whispered, “Come find me.”
“Oh gods-”
I swallowed hard.
“Levi!” I gasped out, half–laughing, half–moaning.
To a guest room.