The Alpha and his mate soon went down for breakfast. Olive insisted they went to the pool before leaving the villa so they went there after breakfast.
“It’s so pretty here,” Olive mused as she gazed all around. Wayne was leaning against a tree with his hands in his pocket, and his eyes following her every move.
“Why do you keep following me with your eyes like you suspect I’ll escape again?” she asked jokingly as she was walking towards the pergola.
“I can’t seem to get enough of your figure,” he replied casually, like he wasn’t flirting at all. Olive laughed and looked at him.
“If you keep doing all that, you might fall in love with me soon,” she warned in a friendly way. He chuckled dryly and ruffled his hair.
“How do people fall in love?” he asked. Olive’s eyes furrowed.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never been in love,” she blurted. He shrugged and pocketed his hand again.
“I don’t know. I’ve had girlfriends before. Felt something for them all but it all pulled down to them being in my bed alone. The feeling didn’t make me do anything else. Dolly said that was lust, not love. So, yeah… I guess I’ve never been in love,” he explained and looked towards a bird that had just flown down from the tree. Olive was standing aghast. So Wayne despite all his girlfriends never loved anyone?
“Why are you surprised?” he asked as he looked back at her.
“What about the girls you blowdried their hair?” she questioned, ignoring what he had asked.
“We couldn’t have sex with wet hair all over the bed. I hate their wet hair,” he answered and leaned away from the tree, standing straight. He had wanted to say he hated all wet hair. But he remembered how beautiful she looked with her hair wet. And how sexy she always was when her hair was damp and clinging to her. He loved it.
“You didn’t tell me you hated wet hair,” she mumbled and fiddled with her fingers. Wayne smirked.
“You’re the only girl I like with wet hair, baby,” he cooed and Olive looked up to see him right before her.
“How did you-”
“Ssh,” he shooed her again, while she was trying to ask the very, same question.
“Would you take a swim? Or did you bring me here to just look at the pool and head back?” he asked in a sexy voice. She bit her lips and looked at the pool.
“Would you swim with me?”
“Only if you bribe me to.” Wayne wore his sly smile once again.
“Bribe you? With what, Wayne?”
“I don’t know. You figure it out,” he answered and gazed at her.
“There are a lot of things on my mind right now,” she said and ticked her finger on her teeth. Wayne watched her with interest, patiently waiting for her to take an action.
“Come here, Waynie,” she drawled and used her index finger to gesture him to come. He was standing right in front of her, so where would he come to?
“Come on,” she said and he brought his head closer and took half a step forward until their legs touched. Olive placed her hands on his chest and tiptoed, her face inches apart from his. This was what he wanted and he was dying patiently for her to finally do it. She brought her lips to his and rubbed them slightly. Her eyes gazed into his sexily and she darted them down to his lips and back to his eyes. Wayne was being seduced.
“Is this how-”
“Ssh,” she cut him short and rubbed their lips together again, licking it a little. Shivers ran down his spine. He was so turned on.
“I need you to take a swim with me. Would you?” she whispered, her lips touching his lips as she spoke. He didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. Her leg was trailing up his legs slowly and her knee was going to touch his…
Her fingers brushed against his neck and slowly entered his hair, giving him a very strong electric wave that shot down to his hard member.
“Fuck!” he cussed and grabbed her butt up, slamming his lips against hers. She groaned and curled her legs around his waist, holding him tightly and kissing him with as much fervency as he kissed her.
“You fucking crazing me,” he rasped and began to move inside the pergola. Her hands went back to his hair and moved in and out. It was killing him. He had no idea his hair could be much of a weak point to him like this.
He settled down on a bench and sat her on his thighs. She was wearing loose shorts and a medium sized green t-shirt. They were amongst the clothes in the closet. Wayne’s hands sneaked up into her shirt and rubbed her bare back. She arched her back in at his touch and stopped kissing him as they moved upwards. She gasped and hid her face in his neck. His hands moved up and down her scarred back and he loved the feel of it.
“You’re beautiful, baby girl,” he rasped as he looked at her hidden face. She peeped at him and blushed.
“The scars are not beautiful.”
“Yes, they are. They’re so beautiful. They’re beauty marks on you. They freaking turn me on.”
Olive looked up at him with moist eyes and he smiled.
“Let’s swim. You’ve succeeded in bribing me,” he stated and carried her up.
They went to the pool, took a short swim, changed into fresh clothes which were brought by his guards then drove back to the castle. Olive had her head on his shoulder and her eyes closed throughout the ride while he made important calls. They reached the castle soon and he took Olive to their quarters.
“Take a nap, baby. We’ll be having a late lunch because there’s something I gotta tackle. All right, baby?” he said to her and kissed her forehead sweetly. Olive smiled. He was treating her like a baby for real. And she loved it. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Take your time, okay? Don’t rush up because you have to eat with me,” she stated.
“I might disobey you,” he smirked and she laughed and kissed him. He returned the kiss but they broke off few seconds later.
“See you in a few hours,” he said and began to walk out. Olive watched him leave and she climbed the bed. She hugged a pillow tight and kept blushing shades of scarlet. She had butterflies in her stomach. Who knew Wayne Knight could be this caring to his mate? A ruthless man like him.
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Wayne’s demeanor changed drastically immediately he closed the door behind him. His hair began to move slowly on its own again, like it was being tossed by a gentle wind. He walked through the receiving hall by the fountain. As soon as he passed it, the fountain’s floor formed thin slices of ice on the top. Yes, the temperature had reduced to minus zero degree Celsius.
He entered the elevator and went to the very last floor. All the guards were shifting uncomfortably and everyone who felt the chill knew something was wrong somewhere. Wayne entered through a door and walked into a different kind of elevator. It was very metallic and rusty. It kept moving down until it reached its destination.
Wayne strolled through the large empty and dusty space underground and reached the end of it where a lady was bound with golden chains and cuffs. She was bloodied all over and was wearing what used to be a light blue ball dress. Immediately she saw Wayne, she laughed.
“Why are you just coming? It’s not like you to be late” she asked in a smooth voice, not even showing the pain she was subjected to.
“Is that how to say hi, Lord Lina?” he asked in return with a sly smile.
“I missed you, Wayne,” she smiled at him. Jake, Terry and two members of the Inner Circle were standing around her with claws and fangs drawn out. Sweat hung on their skin like a polish.
“I know. Which is why-” his fangs lengthened and they were huge. Like that of a lion’s. His eyes were a mix of red and bright gold. His hair got longer and floated around him. Even his claws were three times longer than a normal werewolf. He was still in human-like form, but was a monstrous one. Waves of electrical energy mixed with a wind erupted from him, hitting against the metal pillars, vibrating them then bouncing back into the hall, electrifying the air.
Lord Lina gulped fearfully.
“What did you say about missing me again, Lina?” Wayne asked in a guttural voice that shook the ground and echoed brutally around the empty space.