Control! Get your control! But how could he when they were staring right back at him. She was craving for him too. Even if she wasn’t, her body wanted it.
Her nipples had stood erect and firm. Calling on his mouth to latch on and massage them with his lips and tongue.
What was he going to do now?
“Alpha,” Olive called and his eyes moved up to her face. She was looking scared, and vulnerable. He couldn’t hurt her ever. His wolf was so protective of her.
“Yes,” he replied.
He didn’t want her calling him Alpha, but at that point, he loved the sound of it on her lips. She bit those lips of hers and he cracked a small laugh. He then scooped water in his palms and began to pour on her shoulders. She sat still just watching his face. He rubbed his hands smoothly on her back and poured water on her again.
“Do you need a massage?” he asked, trying to swallow the urge to pull her to himself and latch her. Olive shyly nodded and he made her turn around.
The movement was so terrible for him. He felt his little man was going to explode with too much blood pumping into him as her butt rubbed against him.
He packed all her hair to the front and massaged her shoulders gently. She moaned under his touch and relaxed against his ministrations. Wayne was glad he wasn’t acting rash like he though he could.
“Wayne, I wanted to ask something,” Olive stated.
“Yes?”
“Are we… are we anything else other than mates?”
He was silent because he understood her question and wasn’t in a hurry to answer. She must have been having doubts and insecurities about them, the reason to which she asked.
He rubbed his thumb soothingly over her lower neck and pressed down on it. She stifled a moan and he smiled behind her. Each of her sounds were like fuels to him. Making him burn more and more.
“What do you think?” he asked as he leaned forward and his chest made contact with her back.
“I… I don’t know. I-I don’t think we’re anything else at the moment. We’re just-different individuals who happened to be mated,” she explained then shrugged.
“Hmm,” he hummed and trailed his fingers down her back while resting his head on her shoulder.
“So you would like us to be something other than mates, I suppose,” he stated and she nodded.
“Something like my girlfriend?” he asked. Olive pursed her lips as she felt her body releasing fluid down her entrance. Gosh, thank God they were in water.
“Ye-yes,” she said firmly but was turning pink already. She thanked God he couldn’t see her face.
Wayne chuckled softly and made her lean on him.
“All right. You’re my girlfriend now,” he said much to her delight. She smiled and tried to look at his face which was on her shoulder.
“You know what that entails, right?” she asked innocently and his eyes darkened. She shifted away immediately but he pulled her back.
“Double meaning, Olive,” he uttered in a husky tone.
“What do you mean by that?”
“What you said has two meanings. And I’m reading the second meaning.”
Olive still didn’t understand what he meant by that.
“I meant we should care for each other. Go out, have dinners outside, go shopping together and take pictures. You know, like others do,” she explained herself with bright eyes. Wayne could tell she was eager to do this. Like she had never done it before and would like to know what it felt like to date someone.
“I know. But do you know it also means we could kiss, make out and make love? Huh, girlfriend?” he asked with a sly expression on his face. Olive chewed on her lips. Of course she knew, but how would she say that to him. It would show she was desperate for him. Which wasn’t a lie though.
“I… know,” she mumbled and he chuckled.
“Come here, girlfriend,” he said and turned her to face him again. Her hair was all over her breasts and he gently packed them to her back. He wanted to have a full view of her.
“I already care about you as my mate. But then, if you want something more specific then I won’t object. Let’s date then,” he rubbed her arms as he said those. Olive didn’t know what to do or say. But then, her body pulled itself towards Wayne and hugged him with her head leaning on his chest. She heard his heartbeat going faster and hugged him tighter.
“Thank you, Wayne,” she muttered and he wrapped his arms around her frame as if protecting her. None of them spoke for the next ten minutes. Only the sound of the TV was echoing in the room. The twinkling stars were reflected in the water and Olive was watching them.
“Are we going for a stroll tonight?” Olive finally asked, breaking the silence. She looked up at Wayne’s face and he had his eyes closed as his head leaned on the concrete platform behind. He looked ethereal with his messy curls tossled all over his head. She lifted her hand and tried to arrange them but they bounced back to their initial position.
Each of the locks were thick and curled, with plenty individual strands scattered between them. His hairstyle was fancy though. He had an undercut and the back was flattened and carved cleanly.
Despite Olive’s hands in his hair, he didn’t move or open his eyes.
“Wayne?” she called but he remained that way. She scooped water and splashed on his face and hair, but he was just like that. She chuckled and kept pouring water all over him, enjoying how it moved down his body. Since he was still ignoring her, she decided to do what only a bad girl would do.
Slowly, she began to move against him. She placed her hands flat against his chest and increased her pace.
“F\*ck! You bad girl!” he yelled in a groan and flung his eyes open. She chuckled and stopped what she was doing. She saw his eyes immediately they opened. They were a mixture of gold, red and a fiery blue. In less than a second, they returned to their dark brown color again.
“Why did you do that?” he asked as he pinned her waist down on him.
“You were ignoring me,” she said with a pout. She wanted to ask about what just happened with his eyes but she remembered how other Alpha’s eyes used to give a different color too. But it used to be a glowing amber or yellow, and only a little if they were not angered. So why was his giving three distinct colors?
“You bad girl, you were seducing me,” he said in a joking tone. She left his thighs and sat in the water. Then she fell back and submerged herself. The water hadn’t lost its temperature ever since they entered and her body wasn’t even getting used to it. She came out of the water and pushed Wayne’s head into it. She laughed and let go of his wet hair.
“Stop being a bad girlfriend,” he said and she shrugged and crossed her arms.
The next thirty minutes they spent in that jacuzzi was fun. They teased each other, laughed, ate cookies, watched the television and played with each other’s hair. Olive kept wondering how the Big Bad Alpha happened to be this playful. While the Big Bad Alpha was thinking the exact, same thing too. How did he happen to be this playful?
“I think we’ve spent way more than an hour here,” Olive stated as she was lying straight on the floor of the tub and resting on Wayne’s lower abdomen. The water was covering her totally and just her raised head was outside. Wayne’s eyes were pinned on the television. They were showing the next episode of a romance drama. He couldn’t understand a thing, but he knew the male lead was so angry and destroying things in the living room just because his lover was leaving him. Wayne thought he was stupid and jobless.
“Waynie,” she nicknamed and rubbed his chin. He looked down at her.
“Waynie?” he asked with a frown.
“I like it. It’s cute,” she said and continued rubbing his chin. All the things she was doing came from her instincts. She wasn’t thinking it.
Wayne didn’t complain about the name anymore and returned to watching the TV.
“Wayne, haven’t we spent more than an hour here?” she repeated her earlier question though with different words.
“Two and a half hours,” he said casually without looking at her. Olive’s brows furrowed. How did he know the exact time? Anyway, she shrugged it off.
“Let’s go now. We’ll go on that stroll later before dinner.”
She sat up and was about standing when she remembered she was naked. She looked back at him.
“You want me to step out first,” he said, looking amusingly at her. She was silent. He got up, passed by her and she pinned on her lips at the majestic water god. He walked out of the tub and went to the towel rack then pulled one huge towel out. He wrapped himself first before pulling another one. He walked to the tub.
“Stand up,” he told her. She wanted to argue but just did as she was told. He had spread the towel in front of him and was blocking her body. Only his eyes were showing and she smiled and hurriedly went to the towel. Instead of handing it to her, he wrapped her body and swooped her off her feet. She yelled and held his neck.
“Wayne! You frightened me!”
“You are letting your guard down too much then,” he said and she hit his chest playfully. He took her to the bedroom and made her stand by the new vanity.
“Dolly’s handwork?” he asked and she nodded.
“Dry up. I’ll get you clothes,” he said and left for the closet. He was surprised at how his closet had changed in one week. From dark colors to a mixture of all colors.
He had strictly warned his men not to let her leave the castle while he was gone, so she couldn’t have gone shopping. Dolly must have bought all these clothes for her. The clothes were so much that some of his clothes were folded and placed on the once empty shelves. His closet was a large one. In fact, it was a dressing room with all his things. His wristwatches had their separate glass compartments, his bracelets and chains, his shoes and socks, his ties and bowties all had separate compartments.
There used to be enough space, but not anymore. Somehow, he loved the new look of his space. It smelt feminine. He walked to a red crop top hanging and pulled it out with it’s shorts. The crop top had straps only and white stripes on both sides. Even the shorts had white stripes on either side. He imagined what she would look like in it.
He placed them gently on a high table and set to get dressed himself. He rubbed his special ointment and applied his hair and skin products. He looked at his mirror and arranged his brows and scattered eyelashes. He rubbed his lip balm and pinned his lips together to smoothen it in. Suddenly, he frowned. Wasn’t he doing make-up right now? Doing make-up for his mate?