Olive gulped as the three smells hit her. She could also smell faint odors of other people. Sweaty people. What had Wayne been up to? And why did he return so quickly?
“Why do you look dazed?” Wayne asked her as he reached the tub and placed both his hands on it while crouching down and looking at his mate who was at the middle of the tub, sitting up and looking rigid.
“I… I’m not,” she stuttered then lowered her face forward and shook only her face in the water. Then she lifted it and exhaled with her mouth. Wayne loved how water blended with her skin, making her look like a water goddess. He loved her wet lips, he wanted to kiss them. Her wavy black hair was now straight after soaked in the water.
“Mind if I hop in? I feel terribly dirty.”
“Sure,” she simply said and shrugged with a smile. He smirked at her and stepped backwards. Then he removed his black sweatshirt and dropped it on the floor. As he removed his black vest which he had worn inside the sweatshirt, he fixed his eyes on Olive only. She trailed her eyes over all his muscled-up body and wished she could just trail her fingers on each edge and line.
By the time he was going to pull down his pants, Olive was already looking forward, backwards, right and left. He smirked evilly and began to undo the ropes so slowly that she was getting agitated.
“Do you need help with that?” she found herself asking. She shouldn’t have asked that. But too late, the words were already out.
“Yeah. Seems I tied them too hard,” he replied casually and continued trying to loosen them. Unbeknownst to Olive, he was tying them harder.
“Let me see,” she said shyly and walked slowly on all fours through the water, careful not to expose herself. She was still not comfortable with showing him her nakedness.
Despite the fact that he had seen her full breasts in the afternoon. Carefully, she lifted her hands as she reached him and held the ropes that were so crumpled together. Wayne stood upright and placed his hands on his waist while looking down at her. He couldn’t explain the feeling he was getting. He felt like he was going up a rollercoaster and his breathing hitched up.
The way she delicately tried to loosen the ropes, and the position she was in-it did things to him. And the view of the top of her breasts was killing him slowly. The worst thing was, her hands were involuntarily grazing him right there. He was very much aroused and the way things were going, he would get an orgasm from a thing as simple as loosening the ropes on his pants.
“I think I’d have to…” her voice trailed off.
“Huh?” Wayne asked as he looked down at her. Slowly, she lifted up her face and their eyes locked.
‘Shit,’ he cussed within him. Her eyes against him was pumping every single blood he had in his body towards his little man downstairs. What if he had not worn that tight short underwear earlier? That was how his little man would have embarrassed him? Thank God it was fully caged. But even that cage made him feel pain because he couldn’t spring free and take its full shape.
“I think I should use my teeth. Are you okay with that?” Olive resumed talking. Wayne slowly nodded and she bent down again. She brought her face closer and because she couldn’t hold the ropes at the same time, she placed her hands on his thighs. Wayne shot his head backwards and closed his eyes, his teeth still gritted.
He was getting a burning and tingling sensation from the spot she had placed her hands, up into his bloodstream. He brought in air and cupped them in his cheeks, then pinned his lips tightly together so no air would escape. It was like he was in pain… and his wee little mate had no idea about what she was doing to him.
Olive would loosen with her teeth, then use her fingers to draw them. Then loosen with her teeth and vice versa until it finally pulled loose. During all that, her face would rub against him and he would suck in breath.
Olive had no idea. If she had, she wouldn’t be feeling bad that he wasn’t even turned on. He had no erection to her, not knowing he wore a tight underwear.
“Done,” she announced and sat back in the water. He looked down at her and resumed carrying his normal face that no one would realize what he had been through.
“Thanks,” he said and pulled it down. Olive’s eyes immediately darted to the turned off television. She wished she had gone back to her initial position instead of sitting right there in front of him.
“You can look now,” Wayne said with a smug smile on his face. Olive innocently looked at him but immediately screamed and covered her eyes. He was standing in his tight underwear, and she could literally see the formation of his bulge.
“You brute!” she whined and hurried away, not looking at him. Wayne’s deep laughter echoed through the room as he stepped into the water.
“Ahh,” he groaned in relief as he sat in the same position he sat in the afternoon. He let the water reach his shoulders as he dipped deeper. His eyes closed as he rested his head against the platform.
“Are you all right?” Olive asked. She felt like moving up to him and giving him a massage. She so wanted to feel his muscles.
“Yeah,” he whispered and sat still in that position.
Olive looked around the room that was just dark and not showing any 3D sceneries. She then gazed at her mate’s face. He was looking peaceful as he sat there. She was so worried about him earlier but now she felt like she had never been worried, by just seeing him there. She smiled to herself as she looked at his face. She was beginning to like this Big Bad Alpha’s company a lot.
“Quit staring, mate,” his husky voice spoke.
“How did you know I was staring?” she asked with surprise in her eyes.
“My face is getting warmer by the second. It’s obvious someone is boring eyes in it,” he answered and she laughed.
“I’m sorry. Just that I was so worried about you earlier and seeing you now, I just had to stare,” she explained.
He stayed silent for a few seconds then-
“Come here,” he said with his eyes still closed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Just come, baby,” he said again and lifted his arm towards her. His eyes were still closed. She gently moved closer and his arm wrapped around her and pulled her to himself. She looked at his face and he slowly opened his eyes.
“Our dinner is already ready. But you tempted me into getting into the water instead of taking a quick shower,” he stated and Olive frowned.
“I didn’t tempt you. You got in by yourself,” she argued.
“But who gave me the permission?”
“What?”
“I remember someone saying ‘sure’ when I asked if I could join her.”
Olive frowned and hit him on his tummy angrily at his accusation.
“You were smelling of dirt, smoke and blood!” she yelled at him.
“Oh, that,” he smirked and sat up.
“Why were you smelling of blood, Wayne? Was it yours? But it doesn’t seem like you bled too much to have that whole smell of blood,” Olive demanded seriously but he wasn’t going to tell her. Or at least, not everything.
“Just some ruckus at the border,” he said.
“And they couldn’t alert the customs service or police but the whole Alpha? I thought your pack was the most developed!”
“It was complicated. The Force had already taken care of it but I needed to be there to interrogate them directly.” ‘Integorate’? Olive knew pretty well that word meant ‘torture’.
“Them? Who’s them? And was it their blood that rubbed on you? What did they do to have so much blood on them?”