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 and loud.

"One..." I said quietly.

repeated, his palm resting heavy and

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

I whispered louder this time, trying to stay still, even as my

sharp sting. I flinched, a soft gasp

"Three..."

thin fabric between my legs stuck to me,

little lower, his thumb brushing the top of

"Four."

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

"Five."

froze—not from fear, but something far more alarming. His cock was hard. I could feel it clearly now beneath me, pressing against my stomach. And for a second, I forgot who he was—forgot that he was Alpha

the pulse, the way his body responded to

on instinct. My face buried deeper into

little harder, and I

words came as

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

my

of my gestrin. I flinched, half from the sensation and half from panic. "Don’t!" But I didn’t move. I didn’t mean it. Not

low, husky,

wrong. I could feel it—every inch of soaked fabric clinging to me, revealing far too much. And when he tugged

said weakly, lifting my head. "Damien, we

he said, his voice hard and