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.

the first smack—sharp and loud.

"One..." I said quietly.

repeated, his palm resting heavy and warm on my lower

loud I could barely hear myself think. Everything felt too much—his touch, his voice, the heat spreading

trying to stay still, even as

sharp sting. I flinched, a soft gasp

"Three..."

inside me—something I didn’t understand. I was wet. Soaked. The thin fabric between my legs stuck to me, and I could only hope he didn’t notice. But a part of me knew

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

"Four."

stop myself. I was losing control. Everything in me screamed that this was wrong, but I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want

"Five."

more alarming. His cock was hard. I could feel it clearly now beneath me,

the heat, the pulse, the way his body responded to

together on instinct. My face buried deeper into my arm,

time, his palm came a little harder, and I could feel my

My words came as

Olivia, get a grip of yourself! My wolf

chill down my spine. His hand was still on me—warmer now, heavier. It slid over my skin, not to spank

clenched my eyes

when his fingers brushed beneath the thin strap of my gestrin. I flinched, half from the sensation and half

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

wasn’t wrong. I could feel it—every inch of soaked fabric clinging to me, revealing far too much. And when he tugged my

I said weakly, lifting my

he said, his