Wayne could feel how Olive was just standing and looking back at him.
“What is it?” he asked with his eyes closed.
“You… you look like him,” she stated.
“Like who? Shem?” he asked with a bored tone.
“Walter. The guy from my vision. He was so strikingly handsome and now I see that you both look so alike,” she explained but Wayne only heard the strikingly handsome part. He flung his eyes opened and glared daggers at her. She was surprised by that.
“Hey, what’s with the daggers in your eyes? Stop it!” she protested.
“He was so strikingly handsome? Have you ever used that word on me? Now you’re using it on a stranger you haven’t even met in person?” he asked. Olive’s mouth fell open.
“Jeez, Wayne… I was just trying to explain something to you,” she answered.
“You just got on my nerves. Calling another man what you should be calling me. Heck! You’ve never complimented me that way when you know fully well that I’m the most good looking man in your life!” he pounded his already curled fist on the armrest.
Olive was about to get angry but she realized what was happening. Her mate was jealous. She bit down on her lips hard in order to not burst out laughing, as that would enrage him more and put her into deeper trouble.
“Honey,” she drawled. He raised an eye at her and saw her chewing gently on her moist lips. Immediately, all his anger evaporated into thin air. The jealousy was still hanging in there though.
“I’m sorry. I was just trying to let you know that you were so handsome, and that man looked almost as handsome as you,” she said and walked towards him.
“You know I consider you the most strikingly, outrageously, gorgeously, explicitly, excellently handsome man in the whole universe. Right? What makes you think I ran my fingers along your face on that portrait of yours downstairs when you left me for a week,” she hit the hammerhead on the nail.
“I think that portrait deserves more recognition than the Mona Lisa. Because, damn! How can a man be so good looking?” she knelt in front of him and took his hands.
“I’d choose you over and over again. Even if you’re not my mate in my next life. I can’t allow anyone else get this finely sculptured work of art other than me. That’s how much I love this face of yours,” she finished and when she looked up at him, his eyes were gold and blue. Yes, she had hit her jackpot.
“You have no idea what you just triggered in me,” he said in the coolest, calmest, smoothest voice he had ever spoken in. It was like it didn’t belong to him. That was because it didn’t. For the first time ever, his blue eyed wolf spoke through him. He felt thrilled.
“I feel like making you a queen right now,” he added and she chuckled and hugged his legs. He ran his fingers through her hair and straightened the tangled ones.
“Stand up and get a good shower. Let’s go to the Circular Cabinet,” he said in his real voice. She shot her head up and widened her eyes at him.
“You’re letting me go out?” she asked, totally unbelieving.
“What the hell do you think you are? Some prisoner?” he laughed and ran his index finger across the outline of her face.
“You are my mate, girl. My Luna. And the Luna of the pack has as much freedom as the Alpha,” he stated and she smiled brightly.
“Thank you, babe,” she appreciated and lifted herself up with her arms, placed a short wet kiss on his lips then ran off to the bathroom. She had totally forgotten that she wanted to spar with him. He however remembered. Which was why he suggested that they go to the Circular Cabinet instead.
Ten minutes later and they were on their way out of the room. She had worn a blue, off the shoulder, body con shirt and black jeans. Instead of wearing sneakers, she wore blue flip flops with flowers at the top. Wayne said she made him feel like he was dating a model.
“But I don’t even dress like one,” she disagreed with him.
“Yes, you do. Just that they go all extravagant sometimes. Too much make-up and all,” he practically rolled his eyes.
“You talk like one who has had lots of experience with these ‘models’,” Olive muttered, a little jealous of the thought that her Wayne had gone out with gorgeous, curvaceous ladies.
“A lot of experience. They were all over me back then,” he replied and shrugged like it was nothing. Olive bit her lips.
“I remember being with male models too. Ah… Do you know that model from England? Jeremy Bradford?”
Wayne’s face turned a little dark and she smirked evilly cause he wasn’t looking at her.
“What about him?”
“I had a night with that dude. Gosh! He was sooo hot. Like, best night I had with anyone. He got me screaming all night that I wished it wasn’t The Vrek Cult that sent me to him. Apparently, Madame Julien wanted a lot of money for something secretive and sent me for the night instead of Cynthia who badly wanted to go,” she explained even when she knew the temperature had dropped and Wayne’s eyes had changed to a fiery gold.
“Jeremy is still the best night I have ever had. Followed by that senator who had me in the middle of the club in front of every- Ahhh!” she screamed into her uncompleted sentence. Wayne had her pinned against the wall of the receiving room.
“Wayne,” she called in fright. His eyes were blood red.
“I’ll-kill-them. I’ll fucking kill them!”he boomed and his voice resonated across the room.
“I’m sorry… I was just…” she trailed off as she couldn’t continue. The cold coming from him was bone chilling. She needed a blanket already. A huge one at that.
Wayne stared at her with clenched jaws. He wasn’t angry with her. No… he couldn’t be. He was angry at The Vrek Cult for turning his innocent mate into a tool for their own profit. Why didn’t he find her earlier and get her away from there? And him too… He hated how he lived before he found her. Why didn’t he even mellow down a little like Dante had advised?
Right now, all he wanted was to erase those memories of the men she had been with and the women he had been with. He wanted to fill their minds with just the thoughts of the both of them.
“I want you,” he whispered in a husky voice. His eyes began to change to gold, with those blue lights floating in them.
“I want you… so bad,” he added in a needy, wicked and deep voice. And without any other word, he crashed his lips down on hers and pulled her to himself by her waist… wanting to just merge with her right there and then.