It was already very late into the night but Wayne had not had any dinner so Olive decided to eat light with him. They were seated casually at their dining table, taunting each other and having snacks.
Wayne suddenly said he loved her but Olive turned her head and stared at him like she didn’t hear what he said.
“I said I love you,” he repeated and she chuckled.
“Guess who’s equally in love with you?” she asked and he cracked a chuckle too.
“Yeah, I know I’m totally lovable now. What else do you women want in a man?” he asked in return with a smirk as he took his coffee mug to his lips.
“What are you trying to say here, mister?”
He didn’t answer and took a cracker instead.
“You are sooo not lovable, you idiot. I would have ran for my life if you weren’t my mate,” she added and he laughed out.
“Weren’t you the one who said you would still love me even if I wasn’t your mate? Wasn’t that just hours ago?” he questioned and she pouted angrily.
“Today must be a long day. That felt like days ago already,” she mumbled and he nodded as he took another sip of hot coffee.
“Today is one of the longest days of my freaking life,” he replied. They stayed silent for about a minute, only eating and drinking.
“You have a totally lovable body,” she muttered all of a sudden.
“What did you say?” he asked, acting as if he didn’t hear her. Olive rolled her eyes at him.
“Didn’t you say you have a very ‘blessed’ hearing compared to other average werewolves?”
Wayne stared at her and sighed.
“So, I’ve got a very lovable body, huh? Wanna explore it?” he wriggled his brows at her and even leaned closer. She ignored him and gulped down lots of coffee then began to stuff cracker into her mouth.
“I hate being ignored, baby,” he mumbled and she looked at it.
“Who told you I’m ignoring you? Can’t ignore my big baby,” she cooed and pouted sweetly.
“Wait, that reminds me. You were supposed to feed me!” he said with realization and hit his hand on the table.
“Oops, we are almost done eating already,” she laughed teasingly and he frowned.
“I’m not full. Get some more,” he ordered with a so-called frown on his face. He pulled the entire bowl of crackers to his front on the table and began to look at her to feed him from it straight.
“Feed yourself, you big baby,” she laughed but he frowned.
“I’m going to go to bed with a half empty stomach if you don’t feed me,” he replied curtly.
“Why are you making me feel bad for not feeding a full grown man?”
He shrugged. She exhaled and picked up a cracker then brought it to his lips. He smiled as he took a bite.
“Tastes way better when you’re holding it,” he mused and took another bite. Olive laughed and watched as he just chewed on happily. What a man.
“Coffee please,” he demanded and she lifted his mug to his lips. It was almost finished already so he just gulped down everything.
“Need a refill?” Olive asked.
“Would have preferred this with orange juice, but… coffee is fine. Bittersweet feeling,” he stated. Olive peered at him.
“I’ve noticed you’ve got lots of orange juice in the fridge. And you even have huge boxes of orange juice here in the bar,” Olive said and gestured to the direction of the sesame bar with her head. Wayne smirked at her.
“What’s with a man like you and orange juice? In fact, any juice at all. Aren’t you supposed to be only based on strong drinks. Expensive drinks?”
“And risk burning my liver?” he asked in return with a serious face. Olive was at the verge of laughing out so loud but she refrained herself with much difficulty.
“Wow, so a man of your calibre is scared of burning his liver? Really?” she questioned.
“Ever seen me smoking?” he asked her and she peered at him.
“No.”
“I quit years ago. I’d like to stay healthy please.”
Olive looked at him with awe and finally she laughed. Wayne frowned at her instead.
“Who knew The Big Bad Alpha had this side to him?” she stated as she laughed. She was so surprised he cared about his health this much.
“Stop laughing, you’re making me self-conscious,” he protested and she ebbed down her laughter.
“Mind telling me why you prefer juice sometimes? You do take alcohol but tell me about your likeness for juices,” she took a cracker to her lips and broke it in half. She took in the first half and took the second half to his lips and he took it in.
“Oranges. I like oranges,” he answered with a shrug and pursed to chew on the cracker.
“So, naturally, I’ll love the juice. I prefer the fresh juice though but sometimes I’m away for long and when I return, I just drink the boxed ones. I also have powdered one,” he added after he finished chewing and swallowing.
“You are fascinating, you know.”
“I know, mate,” he grinned and leaned towards her. He brought his face to her neck and Olive thought he was going to kiss her there but he just inhaled her. Taking deep relieving breaths and exhaling.
“Your scent drives me insane, baby,” he rasped into her neck. She chuckled softly but soon realized something. Fresh oranges… that was what she smelled like. No wonder he loved to inhale her.
“Because it’s what you like or…” she trailed off. He withdrew from her neck and looked at her face.
“Because it’s what I like… served on a body I love,” he answered. Before her heart could even get the opportunity to melt, he brought his face closer and cupped her lips with his lips. She gasped into his mouth and he used that opportunity to slip his tongue in and explore every hidden corner of her mouth. Olive held onto his arms as he got up from his chair and hovered over her. His lips sucked hers and she held on to him tighter, returning his slow, smooth and sweet kiss.
She moaned as she felt his hand slipping around her waist. The sensation was tingling and pleasurable. All of a sudden, Olive thought about what would happen after their Mating Ritual. The feelings they were getting any time they made out would be tripled after the Ritual. And Wayne was an Alpha male. His instincts would be so great that he could even get lost in them and let his inner beasts take full wheeled control.
However, the thought didn’t scare Olive anymore. She was looking forward to it. But she still had a pressing question though. And she didn’t know how to ask it without sounding awkward.
She felt Wayne lifting her from the dining chair and she locked on to his torso with her legs. Clasping her arms around his back, she let him kiss her neck and only moaned loud. He gently placed her on the bed and she got really eager. This was it. Her question would be answered before she would even ask.
Wayne trailed his hands on her chest and began to go south, slowly. Olive’s eyes shut tight as she shivered under his serene touch. She felt him moving backwards as he hovered over her on the bed. Was he going to pull up the skirt of her dress? Shouldn’t she just help him by removing the whole dress?
Olive opened her eyes and almost screamed when she saw the blanket falling over her. Wayne was already standing on the floor by the side of the bed and he was arranging the blanket around her body.
“What are you doing?” she asked immediately.
“Tucking you in bed,” he answered with a smile. Olive raised her brows at him.
“Tucking me in bed? But… but Wayne I thought… I thought we were… heading towards something,” she stuttered and bit her lips afterwards.
“Sleep, mate. I’ll go get a coffee refill and have it with the rest of the crackers before joining you, okay?”
He placed a warm, lingering kiss on her forehead before standing straight then walking away with the two cups in his hands. Olive watched as he walked out without a word. Not like she didn’t want to say something, but because she was lost for words. What the hell did he just do? Cutting them off from the middle of a hot make out scene? Why was he always doing that?
Immediately he stepped out of the room, she groaned frustratingly and hit her legs and arms on the bed. However, behind the door, Wayne was smiling maliciously.
‘You have no idea what you’re in for, mate,’ he said to himself. After taking one last glance at the door, as if he could see her through it, he walked away with the coffee mugs in his hands.
He had a plan and he was going to actualize it. He wanted Olive, all of her ever since he helped her heal back at Selcece Pack and saw a glimpse of her body. She had no idea how much he craved for her.
But he promised himself to make it special for her. He couldn’t just have her like he had every other random woman he had gotten laid. She was his mate and should be different.
It was a hard decision but he could do it. He would only be intimate with his mate after he was fully mated to her in all areas. And worst, he wanted her to be dying just by craving for him. He wanted her to want it so bad. To make her thirst and hunger for him. He wanted to starve her first, then give it to her in an overdose that she would be crying for him to stop when it was what she wanted all along.