Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 669: Extra

Olivia’s POV

​A few days later, it was finally Louis’s turn. I knew he had been stewing in his own head. While Lennox was the king and Levi was the "yes" man, Louis was the soldier, the enforcer—and sometimes, the man who felt like he was standing just outside the circle of our hearts.

​We were at the private lake house, the water as still as glass under the moonlight. Louis was standing on the deck, his large back to me, his shoulders tight enough to snap. When I approached and wrapped my arms around his waist, he didn’t lean back. He stayed rigid.

​"You’ve been quiet all evening, Louis," I murmured, pressing my cheek against his spine.

​"I’m used to the quiet, Olivia," he rasped, finally turning in my arms. His eyes were dark, filled with a familiar, brooding pain. "Lennox is the heart of this pack. Levi is the charm. They’ve always had this... connection with you. Sometimes I feel invisible. Like I’m just the ’extra’ person in this bond. The one who’s there to guard the door while the three of you are a trio."

​"Louis, no," I breathed, my heart aching. I reached up, cupping his jaw, forcing him to look at me. "Don’t you ever say that."

​"It’s hard not to feel it," he said, his voice dropping. "I’m the one who stayed angry when they were soft. I’m the one who’s hard to love. Do you even know why you’re here with me tonight, or is it just because it’s ’my turn’ on the calendar?"

​I pulled his head down until our foreheads clashed. "You aren’t the extra, Louis," I whispered, my fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw. "You are the one who loves me so deeply it scares you. I know you find it hard to hurt me, even when you’re angry. You carry the weight of being the enforcer, the one who has to be strong for everyone else, but with me... I see the man who would tear the world apart just to keep me safe."

​I stepped even closer, my body flushing against his. "Lennox and Levi have their places, but you are my foundation. I’ve been so caught up in the chaos of Lennox’s recovery and Levi’s guilt that I haven’t shown you how much you mean to me. But I’m going to make sure you see it now. Every single day. You are the anchor that keeps my soul from drifting, Louis."

​A low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest—a sound of pure, possessive relief. The wall he’d built around his heart didn’t just crack; it shattered.

​"I need to know you’re mine, Olivia," he rasped, his eyes turning a dark, predatory shade. "I need to feel it."

​"I am yours," I promised, my voice fierce. "Completely."

​I leaned up, capturing his lips in a kiss that was raw, commanding, and filled with years of unspoken longing. It was a claim, deep and punishing, and as he lifted me off my feet, I felt the sheer power of his need. He carried me toward the bedroom of the lake house, his movements heavy and slow.

​He set me down on the edge of the large, dark bed, but before he could move away to strip, I reached out and caught his hand. I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing the Alpha, the dominant force that always made my blood sing with a different kind of fire.

​I leaned in close to his ear, my breath hot against his skin, and whispered the one word that I knew would bridge the gap between us.

​"Master."

​The word hit him like a physical blow. His entire body went rigid, and the growl that ripped from his throat was primal. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them over my head as he pushed me back onto the mattress, his massive frame hovering over mine with a terrifying, beautiful intensity.

​"Say it again," he commanded, his voice a low, vibrating warning.

​"Master," I repeated, my voice steady as I licked my lips, watching his eyes turn pitch black with a hunger that made my skin tingle.

​Louis didn’t waste another second. He stripped off his clothes with a brutal, fast energy, tossing his shirt to the floor. When he stood over me, naked and pulsing, he looked massive—a wall of hard muscle and raw power. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out two soft leather cuffs.

​"Do you want this?" he asked, wanting to obtain my consent.

​"Yes," I breathed, my heart thudding against my ribs. "Take it all."

​He clicked the leather around my wrists, pinning them to the heavy wooden headboard. Being trapped and unable to move sent a jolt of heat straight to my pussy. He then moved to my ankles, spreading my legs wide and tying them down too. I was completely open, a gift laid out just for him.

​Louis didn’t go for a soft kiss. He leaned down and bit the skin where my neck met my shoulder, marking me before he even touched me. "You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re helpless for me," he hissed.

​He reached for a small leather flogger in the drawer. The first sting across my inner thigh was light, just a taste. I gasped, my back arching off the bed. The next one was harder—a sharp thwack that made my skin sting and my toes curl.

​"Who do you belong to?" he commanded, his large hand coming up to grip my throat—not to hurt, but to show me who was in charge.

​"To you," I sobbed, the feeling of the sting and his hand on me pushing me to the edge. "I’m yours, Master."

​He dropped the leather and shoved his fingers deep into my soaking wet heat. He was rough, his movements fast and demanding as he stretched me out. He found my clit and pinned it down with a heavy, blunt pressure that made my vision blur.

​"You’re dripping for me," he growled.

​He moved between my legs, his massive, stone-hard cock pressing against my entrance. He didn’t tease me. He didn’t go slow. He lunged, burying his entire thick length inside me in one devastating, powerful shove.

​I let out a loud, sharp scream as my head slammed back against the pillow. He was so thick, filling every inch of me until I felt like I might break. It was exactly what I needed.

​"Look at me," he roared.

​I forced my eyes open, meeting his burning stare. He began to fuck me with a relentless, punishing rhythm. Every thrust was deep and hard, his balls slapping against my ass with a wet, rhythmic sound that echoed in the quiet room. The bed frame groaned under the force of his body.

​"You aren’t going anywhere," he rasped, his hands grabbing my face, his thumbs bruising my cheeks. "I’ve got you. I’ve always had you."

​The friction was incredible. The lack of control, the sting on my skin, and the sheer power of his cock hammering into me drove me over the cliff. I felt my walls clench around him, milking him as a violent climax ripped through my body.

​"Master! Master, please!" I screamed as I broke, wave after wave of pleasure shattering my senses.

​Louis let out a guttural, animal roar, his body tensing like a bowstring as he drove into me one last, final time. He stayed deep inside, his hot, heavy cum pulsing into me in thick waves as he collapsed his weight onto my chest.

​He stayed there for a long time, his breathing loud and jagged in the silence. He reached up, his fingers trembling slightly as he unclipped the cuffs from my wrists, immediately pulling my hands down to wrap around his neck.

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