“Three…”
The ache wasn’t just from the spanking anymore. Something else had awakened 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 he already had.
Damien said nothing, but I felt his hand slide just a little lower, his thumb brushing the top of my thigh. My breath hitched again.
“Four.”
My voice shook. My hips twitched before I could stop myself. I was losing control. Everything in me screamed that this was wrong, but I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.
“Five.”
I felt him shift beneath me, and then I 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 Damien. All I felt was the heat, the pulse, the way his body responded to mine.
“Six,” I breathed, my thighs pressing together on instinct. My face buried deeper into my arm, hoping he couldn’t hear the soft whimper that slipped out.
This time, his palm came a little harder, and I could feel my ass cheek bounce.
“Seven.” My words came as a moan.
Fuck! Olivia, get a grip of yourself! My wolf groaned inside me, but I totally ignored her.
Alpha Damien didn’t speak. He just exhaled through his nose, slow and deep, and the 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 in slow, deliberate strokes over the curve of my ass.
I clenched my eyes shut.
“Damien…” 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. I didn’t mean it. Not really. And somehow, he knew.
“I haven’t even given you ten yet,” he murmured, his voice low, husky, impossibly calm. “But look at you. So wet you’re sticking to me.”
He wasn’t wrong. I could feel it-every inch of soaked fabric clinging to me, revealing far too much. And when he tugged my panties down, slowly, purposefully, baring me completely, I whimpered.
“No,” I said weakly, lifting my head. “Damien, we can’t…”
“You’re my nephews’ wife,” he said, his voice hard and husky. “I know that.”
His hand didn’t leave me. It cupped my bare ass now, fingers splaying, squeezing lightly. My hips trembled under his touch. The shame burned hotter than before, but it was tangled with something darker, hungrier.
“This is wrong,” I said again, trying to wriggle out of his lap.
He held me tighter.
He whispered against my ear. “But don’t lie to me, Olivia. Your body’s screaming yes.”
I shivered. He was right, and it terrified me. I hated how much I wanted this, how every part of me throbbed for more.
“Please don’t…” I whispered, even as my thighs parted slightly on their own. “Please don’t put your finger in… we can’t… I’m not-“
His fingers moved lower, brushing the slick folds of my entrance, and I gasped.
“Damien!”
He groaned, deep and raw, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Fuck, Olivia. You’re soaked.”
I twisted on his lap and slapped his arm, hard. “Don’t touch me, I don’t belong to you!” I snapped.
But my voice cracked at the end, betraying me. I wasn’t pulling away anymore. I was pressing back into him, my skin flushed, my core throbbing for his touch.
His mouth was at my ear again, his breath hot. “No, you’re not mine… but have been.” you should
Then, with maddening slowness, his fingertips traced my entrance-just barely- teasing me with the promise of more. My entire body jerked, hips twitching involuntarily.
A broken sound left my throat. “Damien… please…”
He brushed the tip of his finger over my slick folds again, not entering-just enough to make me arch and tremble. 2
Olivia’s POV
His touch was almost unbearable-teasing, slow, driving me Mad. My whole body ached with confusion. Shame. Desire. Regret.
But then-
A flash.
Levi’s face. Lifeless. Pale. The way he’d looked just hours ago, lying there unconscious. “You’re still their wife.” A voice which wasn’t that of my wolf echoed in my head.
My breath caught sharply in my throat.
No.
I couldn’t do this.
In that split second, while Damien’s guard was down, drunk on the moment-my body jolted with speed. I twisted, yanked myself upright with everything I had left, and stood.
His eyes widened in surprise, hand still reaching for where I had just been.
I grabbed my gown, yanked it down, my fingers trembling as I fixed my underwear. My breath was ragged, my heart pounding like a drum.
“No,” I said, barely able to get the word out.
“Olivia-” he started, his voice low, strained.
But I shook my head, taking a shaky step backward. “Don’t. Just… don’t.”
I didn’t wait for his response. I turned and rushed out of my room, my feet flying over the tiled floors.
A few staff furrowed their brows as they glanced at me, but I didn’t care. I ran like I w trying to escape a storm.
Because maybe I was.
I didn’t stop until I reached the garden. Only then did I collapse onto the grass, burying my face in my hands. My whole body still burned from where he had touched face in my hands. My whole body me.
“Damn it! What is wrong with me!” I groaned, angry at myself.
I pulled my hand from my face and stared up at the night sky. The stars blurred as unshed tears clung stubbornly to my lashes.
“What is wrong with me…” I whispered again-this time softer. Less angry. More confused.
My hands curled into the grass.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm the storm inside me.
“I’m just confused…” I said aloud, needing to hear the words. Maybe if I said it enough times, it would feel true.
“I’m confused,” I repeated. “That’s all. That’s why my body reacted. It didn’t mean anything”
But even as I said it, I didn’t believe it.
Because it had meant something. Not love, no-at least, I hoped not. But it wasn’t nothing either. It was the ache of loneliness. The pain of betrayal. The hunger of someone who hadn’t been touched gently.
That was the worst part. It wasn’t Damien I had wanted-it was the comfort. The illusion of being loved. Of being seen.
I pressed my fists to my eyes and let out a long, trembling breath.
I thought of them.
“I’m still their wife,” I reminded myself, my voice barely a whisper now. “Still their mate.” I wished that truth didn’t hurt.
And until the Council settles all of this mess, I won’t let anybody touch me. Not because I care for them, but because of my own sanity. My own conscience.
I stayed in the garden a little longer, gathering what little strength I had.
Eventually, I rose and returned to my room. Alpha Damien was gone, but his scent still lingered in the air.
I locked the door and crawled straight into bed.
Lying beneath the blankets, I stared up at the ceiling.
The truth was, I didn’t know who I was anymore. Not since
The triplets.
My mates.
Men I had grown to love… so deeply it scared me. all of this began.
Lennox-fierce, impulsive, reckless. He made my blood boil and my heart race all in one breath.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.