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

"One..." I said quietly.

rested on my waist again. "Louder, Olivia," Damien repeated, his palm

touch, his voice, the heat spreading across my skin. My cheeks were already on fire, but now

louder this time, trying to stay still,

down again. Another sharp sting. I

"Three..."

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

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

"Four."

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

"Five."

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

pulse, the way

on instinct. My face buried deeper into my arm, hoping he couldn’t hear the

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

words came as a

My wolf groaned inside me,

down my spine. His hand was still on me—warmer now, heavier. It

clenched my eyes

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

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

soaked fabric clinging to me, revealing far

I said weakly, lifting my head.

nephews’ wife," he said, his voice hard and husky. "I know