Chapter 5 Chaste

• The instant the door closes on our room, Theo touches my lips to his. It is a close-lipped, chaste kiss as if he is trying to make me familiar with him first.
• When he pulls back from the kiss, I wind my arms around his neck and ask, “So, what’s the story of the eye bags?”
• He unconsciously touches it and groans. “Too much work and I can’t sleep at night.”
• “Am I a noisy sleeper?”
• “It’s because you sleep so peacefully beside me.”
• There’s a knock on the door and we both go to the couch while the servants place our dinner on the table.
• “That Harbin. I said tea and snacks.”
• “It’s dark now, so it makes sense that they are giving us dinner instead,” I say.
• Theo sighs and orders the servant, “Bring in the bath, too.”
• Once the servants leave, I sample the dish. It’s delicious, but somehow, something is wrong. I look at it and then at Theo, who’s about to gobble it up. My hand automatically moves and slaps the food from him.
• He frowns at me, especially when the meat drops all over the table. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
• “Are you hungry?” I ask instead.
• The food doesn’t seem to be poisoned. Because if it is, something should have already happened to me. Then what’s wrong? Why is my gut instinct warning me?
• “I am not. I just eat earlier, but I want to eat with you,” he says.
• Someone knocks on the door again and announces the bath. I look at the food, at the door, and then at Theo, who’s looking confused at me. And I did the most unexpected thing. I straddle him on the couch and kiss him full in the mouth.
• When I pull back, there is delight on his face. I pull on his collar and kiss him again. Before long, his arms wind around my waist and the other on my neck. He pulls me closer to deepen the kiss.
• I pull back and whisper, “Lay me down on the table,” I breathe. “Now.”
• “But the food…”
• “Lay me down, please!”
• With no hesitation, he swipes the food and glasses from the table. It makes a crashing sound as he places me on the table and smashes his mouth on mine. I pull him closer to me and I wind my legs around his waist. With both his arms on either side of my head, he pries my mouth open. I let him in, and when his tongue touches mine, I forgot all reasons, including the reason why I am forcing him to kiss me like this.
• “Your majesty—”
• The door opens and the servants squeal at the way we are wrapped in each other arms. As if woken up, I push at his chest and go from under him. In my panic, I slip on one plate and I come tumbling on the ground, together with the food, earning me a couple of wounds on my shoulders.
• Theo gets up and lifts me from the floor, and my arms automatically wind around his neck.
• “Sorry,” I say.
• He looks at the servants and says, “Clean up this mess and leave.”
• In just a few minutes, the servants take the messed up food and I find myself being undressed in front of the bath. Feeling ashamed of my blunder and my insistence for him to take me on the table, I keep quiet, even when he lifts me and puts me down on the tub. I even kept quiet when he bares himself and joins me in the tub of water.
• However, my silence did not last long. I moan when he starts to massage my shoulders, my waist, and then my chest. I stiffen, especially when he whispers, “Be honest, do you have a fetish for rough sex?”
• “No! Of course not!” I vehemently deny.
• He laughs. “Got it. Because earlier, your actions prove otherwise.”
• I submerge my head in the water. I have no excuse for what I asked for earlier. Then his hands continue exploring my body until it returns to my chest. I jerk at the sensation.
• “Wait, Theo, ah! Not there,” I say, as his fingers brush over my nipple.
• Suddenly, he cups my chest, and before I let out a moan; he lifts my chin and kisses me. It’s a hot kiss. It didn’t take long before I open my mouth and let him in, our tongues dancing in each other. I turn to face him so we can deepen the kiss. He lifts my butt and when I feel his erection, my eyes open wide. I touch his shoulder and gently push at him.
• “Can we start slow?” I ask.
• “That was my plan, but after your request earlier, I thought it was fine with you.”
• “I didn’t know what got into me. I just feel the urge to kiss and touch you earlier.”
• Theo smirks. “And right now, I feel the urge to kiss you,” he says and touches my lips again. I try to pull back, but he imprisons my waist with his arms. When his fingers trail along my spine, I can feel it again, the desire to do more. But we are too fast!
• So, I pull away and take a brush from the side of the tub. “I will brush your back,” I offer.
• He sighs and turns his back on me. “There you go.”
• I swipe his hair to the side while gently running my fingers over his broad back. I feel him shiver, so I use the brush instead. And with each stroke, I move closer and closer to him. He really smells like lavender. Is this the mate bond, too? Nonetheless, I love his smell.
• “Uhm, Kaiya, stop sniffing me. You’re just making it worse,” Theo whispers in a guttural voice.
• Realizing that I am too close to him, I jump back. “I’m sorry, it’s just, ahm, it’s a werewolf thing.”
• He turns towards me and takes the brush from my trembling hand. Then he gestures for me to turn around. I did, and he returns the favor of brushing my back.
• “What’s a werewolf thing? Smelling your mate?” he asks.
• “No, it’s about liking the smell of our mate.”
• “Hmmm,” he mutters and asks, “What’s my smell like?”
• “Lavender.”
• He freezes. He leans his head on the back of my head and whispers, “I don’t think I can control myself anymore.”
• “What?”
• Suddenly, he lifts me from the bath and carries me to the bed. Then his mouth descends on my neck and he nibbles along my chin.
• “Wait, the bed will get wet! I need to dry up first!” I complain.
• “Don’t worry, I will dry you up.”
• Before I can understand what he meant, he starts to lick the water all over my body.