Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 173: Pleasuring Him

Olivia's POV

The sight of him, hard and ready, sent a thrill through me. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin just above his length. Gabriel's hands tightened at his sides, his muscles flexing as he fought for control.

"You're perfect," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him. He was warm, velvety smooth over unyielding steel, and the weight of his cock in my hand sent a rush of heat through me.

"Olivia," he growled, his voice thick with need. "You don't have to be gentle."

His words emboldened me. I licked a slow stripe along the underside of him, savoring the way he shuddered under my touch. His taste was intoxicating, and when I took him into my mouth, his sharp inhale sent a thrill through me.

I started slowly, letting my tongue tease and explore him as I worked him with my hand. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me but never forcing, his restraint making my desire to please him burn hotter. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, and his low, guttural groan was like music to my ears.

"Goddess," he rasped, his voice strained. "You're going to drive me insane."

I smiled around him, letting the vibrations of my pleasure flow through him. I quickened my pace, my hand moving in time with my mouth as I worked to unravel him. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles taut as a bowstring as he hovered on the edge.

"I—" His words broke off into a growl as his control snapped. His hips bucked slightly, and I took him deeper, my name falling from his lips like a prayer as he shattered. His release was hot and powerful, and I swallowed it all, savoring the taste of him.

When he finally stilled, his breathing heavy and uneven, I pulled back, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as I looked up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression one of pure satisfaction and awe. He reached down, pulling me to my feet and into his arms.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. "I don't deserve you."

I smiled against his chest, my heart swelling at his words. "Maybe not," I teased lightly, "but I'm the one who decides that." I said and stepped away.

"I have to return," I added. By now, I knew they must be looking for me, and I didn't want them to see us together—not that I cared, just that I didn't want any fights.

Gabriel nodded, desire for me still in his eyes. "I will escort you!"

I smirked. "First to reach," I said, and didn't give him a chance before I swiftly shifted into my brown-furred wolf and began sprinting back toward my clothes.

I could hear the playful, annoyed grunt of Gabriel behind me as he shifted to chase after me. I giggled, wagged my tail, and increased my pace.noveldrama

Gabriel's dark-furred wolf was fast, his powerful strides closing the gap between us as I pushed myself harder, weaving through the trees. The cool afternoon air rushed past me, carrying the scent of pine and earth. My wolf, emboldened by the thrill of the chase, let out an excited yip as we dodged an outstretched branch.

But Gabriel was relentless. His deep growl echoed through the forest, a playful warning that he was catching up. I pushed myself faster, my paws pounding against the soft ground, my heart racing with exhilaration. The thought of him overtaking me sent a shiver of excitement through me, though I wasn't going to make it easy for him.

My wolf darted left, trying to outmaneuver him, but Gabriel anticipated my move, cutting me off with a burst of speed. He lunged, his massive form colliding with mine in a gentle but firm tackle that sent us rolling across the forest floor.

When we finally came to a stop, he pinned me beneath him, his sharp brown eyes gleaming with triumph. His wolf was breathtaking up close—his dark fur sleek and powerful, his presence commanding yet playful. He leaned down, his muzzle brushing against mine in a gesture both possessive and tender.

"Got you," he growled, the words laced with satisfaction.

I nipped at his ear in defiance, my wolf's pride refusing to admit defeat so easily. But the closeness of him, the way his body pressed against mine, made it difficult to hold onto my stubbornness. Slowly, I shifted back into my human form, the cool air caressing my bare skin as I gazed up at him.

Gabriel shifted as well, his strong arms caging me in as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. His expression was softer now, his eyes filled with something deeper than just desire—something that made my breath catch.

"I win," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was a tenderness in his gaze that made my heart ache.

I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips. "Fine, you win. But don't get used to it."

He laughed, the sound rich and warm, as he helped me to my feet. We both began making our way back to where I left my clothes, the playful tension between us shifting into something more comfortable.

As I dressed, Gabriel's eyes lingered on me, his gaze softening as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face.

I blushed but looked away.

His presence was commanding, yet oddly comforting. For a moment, I thought he might say something—anything. But he didn't.

Instead, he simply leaned against a tree, his lips quirking into a soft smile. "See you tomorrow?" he asked, his voice low, sending a shiver through me.

I hesitated. I really wanted to see him again… to be with him. But was this even right?

"Gabriel…" I began, my voice trailing off. My throat felt dry, the words I wanted to say tangled up inside me.

"Yes?" he asked softly, tilting his head as he waited for me to finish.

I stared at him, not knowing if I should agree or refuse.

"I will check my schedule and let you know." My voice faltered again, and I let out a shaky breath, trying to mask the ache building in my chest.

His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, as though he could sense there was more I wanted to say. But he didn't press. He just smiled, that same soft, maddening smile, and stepped back. "Goodbye," he said, his tone gentle.

I nodded, turned around, and began walking away. I wanted to look back, to see if he was still standing there, but I held myself back and continued walking.

I was almost at the edge of the forest, close to the border of the pack, when I saw two pack warriors waiting for me.

Their faces looked worried, and I knew right away—the triplets must have sent them to find me.

I didn't stop or say anything. I just kept walking past them, pretending not to care. But my wolf inside me started to feel uneasy. Something wasn't right.

As I got closer to the pack house, I noticed the way people were looking at me. Some staff glanced at me, then quickly looked away. A maid even paused mid-step, staring at me like she'd seen something strange.

That's when I realized it.

It was Gabriel's scent on me.

It was still fresh on my skin and everyone could smell it. My face grew hot. I tried to stay calm and keep walking like nothing was wrong, but deep down, my stomach twisted.

And then… I felt it.

A strange energy in the air. Heavy… Wrong.

I turned the corner and saw Nora and Lolita hurrying through the hallway. Their faces were pale and serious.

"Nora!" I called out. "Lolita—what's going on?"

They both stopped fast, then looked at each other before looking at me. That look made my chest tighten.

"Luna," Lolita said, out of breath. "Where have you been?"

I frowned. "In the woods."

"You didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" I asked quickly, already scared of the answer.

Nora stepped forward. "The alphas… something happened."

My heart dropped. "What do you mean something happened?"

"They were at the combat grounds," she explained. "Training like normal. Then, all of a sudden, they started screaming in pain. Grabbing their chests like they couldn't breathe."

I froze. A cold chill ran through me.

"They screamed… then all three of them collapsed to the ground and went unconscious," Lolita added. "The warriors rushed them out. They're in their room now. The healers are with them."

My throat felt tight. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.

What I did with Gabriel… it hurt them more than I'd thought it would.

"What room are they in?" I finally asked.

"Alpha Lennox's," Nora answered.

I didn't wait. I turned and ran.

My footsteps echoed through the halls, but I barely heard them. My heart was pounding too hard. For a ridiculous reason, I was worried, scared.