Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Let Me Touch You

Olivia's POV

I was about going to bed when I got a whiff of a familiar smell. I instantly knew it was Louis.

I didn't need to check—I already knew he was right outside my door. His scent was too close, too intense.

Not wanting him to barge into my room, I sprang out of bed and headed for the door, deciding that whatever he had to say, he could say it from the hallway. But the moment I pulled the door open, I was met with a sight that made me hesitate.

Louis stood there, breathing heavily, his body glistening with sweat, and his usually cool brown eyes now burned with something wild? Hunger? Desperation? I couldn't tell. Before I could even form a sentence, he shoved me gently but firmly back into the room, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. Then he pressed himself against the door.

I furrowed my brow, confused. "Louis, what—?"

But the moment I saw his eyes—those burning, untamed eyes—I knew something was wrong.

He didn't say a word. Just leaned against the door like he was trying to hold himself together, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with the effort of restraint. His shirt clung to him, soaked with sweat, and then, unexpectedly, he began to undo the remaining buttons.

One. Two. Three.

I watched, dumbfounded, as he shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor like it meant nothing. And gods… his chest. All muscle and heat and raw power, flexing with every breath he took. His body was tensed like a predator fighting a leash.

My eyes dropped lower—unintentionally.

His pants did nothing to hide the bulge pressing against them, thick and hard and twitching under the fabric. My mouth went dry. My legs weakened slightly, and I instinctively took a step back.

He took a step forward.

"Please, I need your help," he rasped, voice hoarse and broken. "Don't run from me."

I didn't speak. I couldn't. My throat felt tight, my heart pounding in my ears. The heat rolling from him hit me in waves. His scent—earthy, dominant, wild—was thick in the air, and it wrapped around me like a blanket. My sexually starved wolf was purring in my head, desiring him.

"What… happened?" I asked, even though deep down, I already knew.

"I was drugged," he responded immediately, jaw clenched. "Something in the drink. A sexual craving potion… but it's not working the way it's supposed to. I don't want them. I only want you."

My lips parted slightly. "Louis…"

"I tried to fight it." He moved closer, his bare chest inches from me now, his hands trembling at his sides. "Tried to leave, to stay away from you, but this—" He grabbed my wrist suddenly, pressing it against his chest so I could feel the thunder of his heart. "—this is burning me alive."

I could feel the heat of his skin. The way his heart raced. And the way his cock twitched beneath the fabric of his pants, pressing harder as he stared down at me.

"Please, Olivia, I need your help… I promise I won't go far… just a few touches from you and it will die down…" Louis pleaded desperately, his breathing coming ragged.

I yanked my hand back and took a sharp step away. My wolf whimpered from the distance, aching for his touch, but I didn't care.