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RAIDEN ||

Yesterday was probably the best turning point in my bond with my love.

He initiated our first kiss, he initiated our first true embrace and he initiated our first real cuddle session!!

We had another getting to know each other moment before dinner and I told him about my dufflebag in the cave by the waterfall. How much the things inside meant to me and how I would love to go grab it whenever we had a chance. Well my pups put an end to that rather quickly, saying he would go with Gabe and Hunter to grab my bag because he didn't want me in the woods by myself with rogues in the area.

I tried my hardest to convince him that I was fine and I can take care of myself because I've been doing the shit for 7 years, but he wasn't hearing any of it. I couldn't do much but laugh because I was stronger than him and I would do what I wanted, when I wanted, but he knew I wouldn't argue with him when he was so adamant about my safety. So I gave in and let him leave without me.

Rome and Avery kept me company until our boys returned, which was great. I love my brother to the sun and back and I would have done anything to see him again. So to have him this close made me extremely happy and little Avery was funny.

He told me was something called an omega and said that's why he's so short and adorable. He calls himself "fun size" which I thought was hilarious. Seeing him next to his mate was like looking in a carnival mirror, but they made it work and they clearly loved each other, so who was I to judge?

I was starting to think the Gods and Goddesses were having a real good time, enjoying the fact that majority of the wolves here seem to be gay. Except for Dean, Jade, Sophie and Jake.

Avery told me that even Dylan's cousin, Kaylie, which is Theo's sister, was gay too. Her mate's name is Ruby, funny enough she was one of the nurses at the pack hospital that took care of me. The same one that was late with my pain meds and almost caught Dylan's wrath. Now that's funny!

I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Kaylie, she seems really quiet and reserved, much like myself, she observed her surroundings before deciding to speak or not.

By the time Gabe, Hunter and my pups returned, Rome, Avery and I were itching to get our hands on our mates again. I watched as Hunter and Rome went back upstairs, the wolf practically jumped my brothers bones as soon as they came back in. Gabe ran to Avery and picked him up, carrying him bridal style before heading back upstairs as well.

I was eager to get back to our room and maybe kiss my mate again, if he would let me, but he was too busy in the kitchen to notice my anxiousness.

Dylan skinned the rabbit he brought back for me, he cut it into different pieces before grabbing a long metal tray and placing it on top. Then he finally looked up at me and smiled, which I happily returned. He walked over, handed me the tray, took my hand and led me back upstairs.

Pups ended up ordering food for himself after going on that hunt for me and we enjoyed our first real meal together, just us two as nature intended.

I didn't know how clingy he would really be until after we were done eating. We took turns showering because I was covered in blood from my kill and Dylan was funky from sweating after her bringing back my kill.

After our showers, he literally forced me to wear his body oil and never told me why, then he forced me to wear a pair of boxer briefs with nothing else, still never telling me why and then he forced me to hold him all night.

So maybe he wasn't clingy, but he sure is demanding and this lovestruck Leopard adored every minute of it.

Currently, I'm still in bed with my pups wrapped in my arms. His bare back was flush against my chest and I honestly loved the way our skin felt subtly rubbing against each other as we took in and let go of our breaths.

I chuckle at the memory of me having to pee last night. He wouldn't even let me get out of the bed until he fell asleep because apparently once he found a comfortable position to cuddle in, if I moved, I would ruin the whole moment. Then it would take forever for him to get comfortable again... on my body.

I was an actual hostage until he fell asleep, then and only then was I able to go pee.

He's crazy... HELP!

As far as this morning goes, I was extremely wired. I wanted to go through my dufflebag and get the gift I made for Dylan the first day we met. I wanted to see the look on his face when I gave it to him. To see that silly, sweet smile that only he could wear so gracefully, but unfortunately, I was still being held hostage in our bed.

It wasn't like I could actually unwrap myself from him either. He was laying on one of my arms, which he made me wrap around his neck last night and the other arm was draped over his waist, while he held it in place with his arm.

The man is a freaking spider monkey.

I let out a yawn that sounded more like a roar before attempting to wake up my spider monkey.

"Pups." I whisper trying to gently pull my arm from his death grip, but he never responded, so I shook my body against his before trying again. "Pups."

"Mmm." He groans in response and I chuckle at his cuteness.

"Are you awake?"

"Well I am now, but I don't want to be. Please let me sleep babe." I was taken aback by what he just said. I'm sure he didn't even notice because he had started lightly snoring again, but damn... he called me babe!

My baby called me babe!

"Ok don't freak out too much Raiden. Don't make a big deal about it, Dylan is sensitive to this stuff." Onyx explained and I couldn't agree more, but I was just so excited!

Goddess.. I have to calm down.

After taking a deep breath, I tried to wake my sleeping zombie again.

"Pups, I need to pee and I have to look at something really quick."

"Raid, I'm fucking tired. I'll talk to you in the morning."

"Technically it is morning love and I don't need to talk to you, I just need to get up." I laughed, but all that did was cause him to tighten his grip around my arms.

Shit... I'm never getting out of his death grip now.

"I swear to Goddess, if you don't let me sleep, I'm going to fucking bite you, now give me cuddles and kisses and stop talking."

Well geez.. he's not a morning person.

"You're so needy now." I wasn't really complaining, just irritated that he told me to stop talking and he would bite me. I get that he's tired, but I will bite his ass back if he tries it.

I quickly gave in to my little "angel" and started planting gentle kisses all across his shoulder and the back of his neck. He groaned again and leaned into my affection. Then he started purring or what I thought was purring and I couldn't hold back my amusement.

Wolves purring sounded ridiculous. It's so much weaker than felines, which it belonged to. No other animal out there should be allowed to purr, it just didn't make sense and I was sure it didn't have the same effect that it should.

A felines purr could be a symbol of our contentment, love or comfortability, it can be also be used to calm our mates, but the most interesting effect it could be used for was a form of sexual enticement.

If we put enough heat behind it, our purr would have our mates instantly weak in the knees for us, arousal seeping from their every pore and the need to have us would intensify with every passing second.

We have to be careful with that effect though because any being in close proximity could be affected. That's how strong our love rumble can be.

Those affected wouldn't necessarily want to have sex with us, but they would be extremely horny and the need to release or find their mate would be intense.

When my bond with Dylan has reached a point to where I could touch him in a different way, I would definitely be trying to entice him as much as I could.

I've seen the effects of my father's power over my mother. Using his purr as a way to calm his mate, bringing her out of her anxiety attacks. It was sweet to hear him purring whenever they would just be with one another though. Like cooking together or watching a movie and he would just be there purring like his whole life was content with just being in his mates presence.

My father said our contentment or comfortability purr isn't something we can fully control because it happens naturally, when we're in a state of bliss and it won't stop until we can somehow alter our thoughts from being so happy to something else entirely.

I thought it was adorable, but I didn't fully understand it until I found my pups, now I'm sure I would be a purring mess.

Come to think of it, my father would also use his purr on the lionesses, to bring a sense of calm to his pride. He could project his purr onto the whole family, it was amazing to witness.

Any other being would think it was crazy to be so happy, that you would just start purring out of nowhere and it would never stop, but like dad and mom said, it's not something we can fully control.

Much like kneading, it's something felines just do naturally when we're in a state of comfort. It also can be done forcefully to create a state of comfort.

My mother told me it's something I should be doing when I feel myself growing anxious. It's something she does on a regular, she has a special pillow that she carries around everywhere she goes, just in case the need to comfort herself arose.

I definitely wouldn't be carrying a pillow around, but I do have a scarf that mom gave me for my 16th birthday that I knead into when necessary. I just ball it up the best I can and start trying to comfort myself in moments of stress. I wished I had it when I had dinner here for the first time. That anxiety attack was shameful and I knew that if I had my scarf, I would have been ok.

Thankfully, I never actually got to see the effects of my fathers purr when put forth to bring arousal to my mother, thank the Gods and Goddesses above, but he did tell Rome and I about it.

He taught us how to harness every power behind our purr because it was our greatest weapon beyond our roar.

The need to pee suddenly brought me back to my dang surroundings as I noticed that Dylan had somehow brought his leg around and draped it on top of mine behind him, then had his arms wrapped fully around mine that were still holding him in place against my chest.

How? How does this happen? He's freaking flexible...

"Pups, you have to get up. I really need to pee."

He bit my arm at that moment.

"Ow! Did you just freaking bite me?" I yelled pulling my arm back to look at the damage. His damn canine marks were embedded in my skin.

He didn't even react slightly to my irritation as he simply reached behind him, grabbed my arm, wrapped it back around him and licked my wound. I didn't even need him to lick it, I knew it would heal, but having him take care of me after being so unbelievably mean was... nice.

"If I let you up to pee, will you come right back to bed so you can hold me? I'm still tired and I want sleep Raid." It was now my turn to roll my eyes at him. I couldn't believe he was actually being this damn clingy.

"Hush, you love it." Onyx chucked while I mentally glared at him. He's right, I did love it, but I hated it at the moment because I have to pee so badly.

"Yes Dylan, I will-"

"Heeeeyyyy." He whined then hit my arm underneath his head. "Don't call me that."

Oh Goddess help me....

"Sorry, yes pups, I will come right back to bed and hold you after I pee."

"Thank you." That was all he said before shifting his body so I could pull my noodle arm from underneath his head and quickly climb off the bed.

My bladder was cursing at me right now and my right arm felt like it was completely dead, like no nerves, no alive-ness, nothing.

I closed the bathroom door behind me before letting all my stress out into the toilet.

Well I wanted my mate to let me love him and now I've come face to face with the clingy spider monkey that is my Dylan.

I honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

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