295 First Sex

I gasped, my hips jerking, the sudden fullness startling and overwhelming. But before the sound could fully escape, Levi sealed my lips with his mouth, swallowing my moan as his tongue tangled with mine.

Lennox pulled back slightly, his fingers brushing along my jaw before trailing lower. “Let’s open you up first,” he whispered, and before I could brace myself, two of his fingers slid inside me.

Louis leaned in.

And when he hit that spot again… stars exploded behind my eyes.

His rhythm faltered for a heartbeat.

“Olivia—” Lennox growled, his hips jerking as he came inside me. My walls clenched around him, milking every drop of him as he came inside me with a loud, guttural moan. The heat of him filled me so completely it made my entire body tremble.

Olivia’s POV

“I love you,” I gasped suddenly, my voice breaking as I stared up at Lennox.

Deep.

Then he began to move.

Gods.

I sucked a deep breath, feeling my wolf purring for action… The bitch was impatient. Not like they were shifting and taking me in wolf form.

“Please,” I whispered against Levi’s lips, my voice cracked and breathless. I broke the kiss, my gaze finding Lennox. “Please… go in.”

His eyes darkened with restrained hunger, and he leaned closer, nuzzling my cheek. “You sure, baby?” he asked again, his voice hoarse with control.

The rhythm of Lennox’s hips grew rougher, faster, and I could feel him–every inch of him–deep inside, hitting a part of me that sent my vision spinning.

He pulled out slowly, lingering just a moment longer inside me, like he didn’t want to leave. And when he finally moved, settling beside me, my breath was still catching in my throat.

The first real thrust sent sparks up my spine. He rocked into me slow, then deeper, hips rolling with a rhythm that made my entire body quake beneath him. My fingers clutched his back, my mouth falling open in a moan I didn’t try to hide.

“Don’t,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into me. “Don’t hold back.”

Louis only smirked against my skin, then pressed another soft, devastating kiss before pulling back.

“Lennox!” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Oh gods-” I moaned into Levi’s mouth, as pleasure crashed through me, my walls clenched around him.

“Fuck, Olivia,” Levi whispered at my ear, brushing my hair back and kissing the sensitive skin behind it. His lips trailed down my throat, teeth grazing lightly. “You’re doing so good.”

Slow.

The pressure inside me coiled impossibly tight, Levi’s fingers never stopping, the wet sounds of his strokes mixing with Lennox’s deep grunts and the desperate cries spilling from my lips.

His eyes widened, pupils blown, and I saw the effect of those three words. His thrusts faltered, then deepened. More intense. More urgent. His entire body locked as he drove into me one last time and groaned my name like it was the only word that mattered.

“I picked first, darling,” he murmured, his voice a low, heated rumble that sent a shiver dancing down my spine.

My eyes locked on Lennox, who leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to my thigh–first one, then another.

His eyes widened with worry, the heat in them instantly softened by concern. He froze.

“I’m sorry,” he mouthed, lips barely moving.

I released a soft moan, unable to speak, overwhelmed by pleasure.

The next thrust knocked the breath from my lips, and I moaned aloud–helplessly, shamelessly. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he moved faster, harder, filling me so completely I thought I might collapse out of pleasure.

Lennox moved his fingers slowly, carefully, curling them inside me, stretching me with deliberate intent. My thighs quivered, and a needy whimper slipped into Levi’s mouth. I was unraveling, undone by too much sensation and not enough–never enough—of them.

Louis’s hands moved over my body, coaxing pleasure to bloom where Lennox left none while Levi’s fingers found my clit, circling it with skilled, feather-light touches that had my hips jerking and my mouth falling open in a cry I couldn’t contain.

I blinked, confused for a moment… until Lennox slid between my legs, taking Louis’s place. He smirked at me–that smirk he always wore when things went his way.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”

His pace changed.

Lennox leaned down, his mouth hovering just above mine. “You still sure?” he whispered, eyes searching mine.

The bed dipped as they climbed on, surrounding me.

I whimpered, then cried out as Lennox changed angle, hitting something that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I held his gaze, watching the pleasure unravel him the same way it was consuming me. His amber eyes locked with mine, and it wasn’t just our bodies that were joined. It was everything. Our souls, wolves, hearts.

Levi pulled back just as Lennox leaned down, kissing me, slow and tender this time, like he was sealing something sacred between us. His breath was still ragged, his body trembling as he held himself above me.

My eyes stayed locked on Lennox’s as I felt him push deeper. There was a sudden sting–a sharp tear of discomfort that made me gasp, my fingers curling into the sheets.

Louis was still at my breast, his tongue lapping softly, soothing the ache building in my chest. Levi’s lips trailed kisses down my shoulder and neck, his fingers brushing through my hair like he was trying to ease my discomfort.

The discomfort had melted into heat, pure, molten pleasure that stole the breath from my lungs.

Like he was memorizing every gasp, every flutter of my lashes, every tremble that danced over my skin.

“Breathe, love,” Levi murmured beside me, his hand coming to rest gently over my heart. “Look at him. Don’t fight it.”

Lennox groaned above me, his pace shifting, his thrusts turning faster, almost frantic. I could feel him pulsing deep inside me, his body tightening as he drove into me again and again.

It seemed Louis would go in first because he settled between my thighs. His hands slid up my legs, thumbs circling the insides of my thighs, coaxing me open. He looked up at me with those rich brown eyes, full of hunger and desire.

My whole body answered before my voice could. I nodded, pulling him down for a kiss that held nothing back.

Levi’s lips crashed into mine, passionate and heated, while still circling my clit in slow, tantalizing strokes that had my body writhing beneath their touch. The dual sensations–his mouth and fingers—kept me hovering at the edge, my cries swallowed into his kiss as I trembled.

Louis hadn’t let up. His mouth was hot and wet around my nipple, tugging, sucking, his other hand stroking himself as if the sight of me under his brothers, flushed and trembling–was all he needed. I opened my eyes just for a moment and caught his expression: eyes dark, lips parted, desire etched in every line of his face. He was close, but holding back.

“Lennox," I gasped, my eyes fluttering.

“Gods," I whispered, trembling.

Then, through the haze of pleasure, I whispered again, “I love you."

But I didn’t want him to be sorry, I wanted him. I reached up, cupping his jaw, never breaking our gaze.

“I love you,” he breathed, his voice ragged as his thrusts grew desperate. “I’ve always loved you.”

My hips arched to meet him.

Louis leaned up to brush a kiss against my jaw before lowering again, his tongue circling my nipple while his fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. “We’ve got you, mate,” he whispered. “Every part of you.”

But instead of pressing inside me, he licked my pussy–one slow, possessive drag of his tongue that made my back arch and my mouth break from Lennox’s kiss in a gasp.

Then I felt it–the blunt, hot press of his tip nudging at my entrance.

Our eyes met, and it was like the world narrowed to the space between our breaths. My moans grew louder.

My breath hitched.

My wolf stirred, her moans echoing through my mind, pressing against the edges of me, purring, wild, needy. She wanted this. All of it. So did I.

Lennox and Levi stayed close–one on either side of me. Levi took my breast into his mouth without a word, tongue flicking and sucking with a greed that had my hips lifting from the mattress. Lennox claimed my mouth, kissing me slow and deep, fingers threading into my hair as if he were grounding us both.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he groaned against my throat, his lips brushing my skin.

Louis’s mouth closed around my other breast, tongue circling, suckling softly, his hands holding me steady while Lennox rocked deeper.

His thrusts became stronger, deeper, primal.

Lennox began thrusting deeper into me, stretching me to take all of him. My gasp slipped into a moan, and he stilled again, teeth clenched, muscles taut like a bow pulled too tight.

Levi didn’t wait. His fingers slid beneath my knees, lifting and spreading me gently, taking his position between my thighs with a grin that promised no mercy.

Louis, ever attuned to my every breath, took my nipple into his mouth, sucking softly–tenderly–his hand splayed over my chest as though trying to soothe the tremble coursing through me.

He was holding back. I could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way his muscles flexed as if straining against a leash. His restraint was noble… but I didn’t want it.

His eyes widened, then softened, and something broke open in him.

Trodded–desperate now. “Please, Lennox…”

I tensed instinctively, the pressure already bordering on pain.

I moaned, the sound raw and deep, my fingers finding his back and holding him close as he rocked into me.

Lennox buried his face in the crook of my neck, groaning like the restraint he’d clung to was finally unraveling. And then he let loose.

My eyes locked with Lennox’s, and he held my gaze like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. He moved slowly, inch by agonizing inch, every muscle in his body trembling with restraint.

It was bigger than I remembered. Or maybe it just felt that way because I was so overwhelmed.

He pulled back just slightly, enough to give me a moment, and then slid back in–gentle, controlled–our eyes never wavering. The burn gave way to a deeper fullness, one that made my breath catch.

My body burned, my wolf howled with pure, wild joy, the sound echoing inside me, fueling my pleasure. I was surrounded by them–claimed by them–worshipped by them.

Measured.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice shaking with restraint. “So perfect.”

His eyes darkened–blazing amber now–and then he moved.

“Thank you,” he whispered against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. “That was perfect.”