Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 182: On His Lap

Olivia’s POV

My breath caught in my throat as I tried to get off his lap, but Alpha Damien held me down firmly. I struggled, but it was no use. He was too strong.

"Let me go!" I murmured, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I didn’t like how hot my body was getting. It was confusing. Wrong.

I had never been in a position like this. Bent over a man’s lap. Especially not a man like Damien.

"You’re staying right here," he said in a deep, calm voice. "You acted silly. Now you’ll count."

"Count?" I asked, confused.

Then I felt it. He lifted the back of my robe. My heart jumped as cool air hit my thighs. My gown was up, and I knew he could see everything. I was wearing a thin black gestrin, and it didn’t cover much.

"Damien!" I gasped, trying to move.

"If you struggle again, I’ll make it twenty," he said. "Ten if you behave."

I froze, swallowing hard. My face burned with shame... but also something else. My body felt warm, even needy, and I hated it.

"This is embarrassing," I muttered.

He leaned down, his voice low and close to my ear. "Don’t be shy now," Damien murmured, his voice like a slow ripple of thunder. "We’ve already done more than this, haven’t we?"

My body tensed as the memory replayed in my head.

I hid my face in my arms, trying to stay still.

came the first smack—sharp

"One..." I said quietly.

on my waist again. "Louder, Olivia," Damien repeated, his palm resting heavy and warm on my

myself think. Everything felt too much—his touch, his voice, the heat spreading across my skin. My cheeks were already on fire, but now that fire was sinking lower, curling deep in

I whispered louder this time, trying to

down again. Another sharp sting. I flinched,

"Three..."

I didn’t understand. I was wet. Soaked. The thin fabric between my legs stuck to me, and

hand slide just a little lower, his thumb brushing the top of my thigh. My breath hitched

"Four."

twitched before I could stop myself. I was losing control. Everything in me screamed that this was wrong, but I couldn’t pull

"Five."

then I froze—not from fear, but something far more alarming. His cock was hard. I could feel it clearly now beneath me,

the heat, the pulse,

thighs pressing together on instinct. My face buried deeper

palm came a little harder,

My words came

My wolf groaned

sound of his breathing sent a chill down my spine. His hand was still on me—warmer now, heavier. It slid over my skin, not to spank this time, but to caress. His palm moved

my eyes

I whispered, breath hitching when his fingers brushed beneath the thin strap of my gestrin. I flinched, half from the sensation and half from panic. "Don’t!" But I didn’t move.

he murmured, his voice low, husky, impossibly calm. "But look at you. So wet you’re sticking to

inch of soaked fabric clinging to me, revealing far too much. And when he tugged my panties down, slowly,

I said weakly, lifting my head.

wife," he said, his voice