Page 26 of The Wolf's Bullied Mate
“Alright. We’ll see what we can do about… consummating the marriage tonight,” Oliver gave the woman a smile, but it didn’t feel genuine.
“Be sure you do.” With those words, Mrs. Ellen walked away.
“How do they want to check if we had sex? After all, you have a son—you’re obviously not a…” Oliver seemed uncomfortable saying the term out loud.
“I’m not a virgin, right,” I nodded, not offended at all. I was the proud mother of a five-year-old child—of course, I wasn’t a virgin.
“At least they don’t actually want us to form a mating bond,” he sighed, looking at Mrs. Ellen as she disappeared into the crowd. “Small mercy, I guess. Forcing people into mating is illegal in most packs anyway.” Oliver looked back at me. “Why did you stop me from telling her off?”
“She did so much for us; she arranged everything with the two packs. She’s probably not the one who wrote up this agreement anyway. She seemed uncomfortable,” I pointed out.
“That doesn’t change the fact that the whole ‘consummating the marriage’ part is outdated and shouldn’t be forced upon us… upon you.”
I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I meant what I had said the other day—that I’ll wait for you to become comfortable with me before we got intimate,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair.
I took his hand in mine gently. “You’re messing up your hair.”
“That’s the least of my worries right now,” he sighed but stopped his hand movements. “Sex should be between two people who want it.”
“I, umm,” I started saying the truth but then became embarrassed.
Oliver gave me his full attention, his light blue eyes gazing into mine. “You… what?”
“I do… want it,” my words were barely a whisper, but from the change in his eyes, I saw he had heard me right.
Oliver’s eyes darkened, and the desire I’d seen in his gaze over the past few days returned in full force. “Are you sure?”
I wasn’t sure. Oliver was my former bully, but my family and previous pack had abused me as well. Right now, though, Oliver has been nothing but kind and considerate toward me. Maybe we could build a future together, a family of our own. Did I have the courage to admit to myself how much I wanted him?
Yes, I did. I wouldn’t cower, no matter what life threw at me.
“I want you, Oliver,” I said.
He groaned and leaned down, capturing my lips with his own. Again, our tongues danced, in a mad rhythm this time. I could taste champagne and Oliver, and I loved being this close to him.
At the same time, however, it was not enough. I wanted even more of him.
Chapter 8 - Oliver
We were barely past the threshold to my house when I grabbed Pauline by her hips and pushed her against the front door.
She yelped in surprise before I covered her lips with mine. My kiss was bruising and possessive, just how I had imagined kissing her ever since we had started talking on the app. Our tongues intertwined in a mad dance for control. Pauline gave in to me easily, and I growled in approval as I continued kissing her.
She grabbed my arms for support. I leaned more of my body weight against her and grabbed the undersides of her tights. She understood what I wanted and immediately wrapped her legs around my hips.
We continued kissing until we were both out of breath. Pauline moved her hips against me in a steady rhythm, looking at me through hooded eyes. We both wanted the same thing—to be even closer to each other.
I stepped back from the door, taking more of Pauline’s weight into my arms. I carried her towards the stairs but changed my mind when my gaze landed on the living room couch instead.
“Too many stairs?” Pauline chuckled.
I growled. “Too many.” I deposited her gently on the couch.
Ray, was being taken care of by the family of one of my friends, so there was no risk of anybody walking in on us having sex in the living room. We had the whole house to ourselves.
Gazing into Pauline’s eyes, I took a good look at the white wedding dress she was wearing. “How do you take this off?”
