Since joining the pack a week or so ago, Raph and I got a lot more free time. I have to run a lot less patrols and Raph actually gets to run less training sessions and spend less time looking after the pups. What we soon realised though, is that it's hard to fill all of these hours doing anything other than sleep with each other. We never had the kind of time with each other that we do now, nor were we ever this horny. It's almost weird. Almost. If it weren't for the fact that we just had our mating.
Still, it's weird being so integrated in the pack now. We eat with the rest of the pack a lot now, hang out in the pack house a lot more often, even made some more friends with wolves we haven't previously known well. When we were asked to move into the pack house or at least move closer to it, we refused. We like our little home and it's become a sort of safe haven for both of us. It's a space that allows us to let go of the day and just ... be home.
Yo lover boy, come pick your mate up, he's fucking scaring the pups with his loud ass snoring.
The annoyed voice in my head makes me jump up slightly. I still haven't gotten used to being able to communicate mentally again. Even though it's only three people, Raph and my two alphas, it still feels incredibly intruding.
On my way.
I'm already out the house. I got back from patrol about an hour ago and have been waiting for Raph to come back ever since. It's crazy how much more my day revolves around him now compared to before the mating. It's almost as if both of us slightly changed. Raph is a lot more needy and cuddly, a lot more wilful too, which, to be honest, is incredibly cute, and very different from how I first got to know him. I feel a lot more protective of him. Right now, I feel as if my heart is pumping out of my chest in fear of something having happened to him, when really there's no way Randy would have so casually called me if there had.
I get to the nursery in record time and Randy isn't even there. Probably ran off to go and harass other members of the pack. I smile. It does feel good to be part of something again, part of a pack.
'Mister Donovan?' I look down to find a pair of round teary eyes looking at me. I swallow. I'm weak to little kid eyes. I nod for him to continue.
'Mister Raphael won't play with me because he's too busy sleeping.' He looks about ready to start wailing about it and I can just about imagine fat tears running down his already reddening cheeks and all I want to do is give him everything he wants just so he's a happy little pup again. I clear my throat.
Before I can even come up with a sensible answer, the kid is tucked back, his eyes widening even more while he's trying to find his balance again.
'Don't be a baby. He's tired, so he's sleeping. Leave him. We don't need him, we're old enough to get by ourselves.' With those words Elif drags the boy after her, disappearing behind a corner, but not without sending me a cheeky wink over her shoulder. I shake my head looking after her. Sometimes this child really reminds me of Mary and almost immediately when thinking about her a little pang hits my chest. Since settling down here, I always regretted not taking her advances for what they were and truly building a friendship with her. In hindsight, she was a great friend, even for the short time I let her.
A low groan pulls me from my thoughts and makes me enter the room down the hall. I find my mate sat in an armchair, half hanging over its side in a clearly uncomfortable position and I can't help but chuckle. I stood there for a bit, just watching his chest rise and fall under his lose shirt. When he moans again, clearly from not being comfortable enough, I go over and kiss him lightly, to wake him up. It takes a while, but then his eyelids start to flatter and I'm staring at his eyes.
'Morning sleeping beauty.' I grin.
'Shut it.' he grumbles, then simply lets his body fall backwards and raises his arms towards me.
'Carry me.' he demands. He doesn't pout or try to pull doggy eyes. Instead, there is a hard demand in his eyes and really I don't have a chance if I tried. So I squat down with my back to him and wait until I feel his weight.
By the time we make it out the pack house he's asleep again. And by the time I make it home with him on my back, he's half awake again, kissing my neck. His needy side really only comes out when he's tired, but I do secretly love it anyway, so I'm always quick to do as told.
'Thank you.' I almost miss his words, so it takes me a second to respond.
'What for?'
'Nothing, just - Love you.' I can feel him bury his face on my neck and when I try to let him down so I can look at him, he clings to me with so much force, he's practically choking me. He's clearly embarrassed. Cute.
I sit down knowing he wouldn't want to get off my back for a while.
'Love you too.'
It's silent for a few minutes.
'Can we have sex?'
'You are insatiable.' I chuckle. He really is.
'What can I say, you have got a great physique. Especially the area between your legs and your back.' Alright, he's awake then. It's almost scary how much of a 180 he can take between when he's asleep and when he's awake. He's cute either way though, because those lines are just all shit.
'Good thing I can't say no anymore, because those lines will never land you anything.'
'Hmm.' He hums, leaving open mouthed kisses along my neck.
'Landed me you though.' I chuckle again before craning my neck back to kiss him.
'I swear to fucking god! Let him the fuck sleep at night at some point. He's falling asleep all the damn time for fuck's sake! Fuckin' 'ell!' Randy's raving is truly amazing. The amount of ways he can use one single swear word is almost mesmerising. On another note though, Raph does fall asleep a lot these days and I do feel guilty, since I clearly have less of a problem with not sleeping all night. Then again, kids are tiring these days.
'Not really just up to me now, is it?'
'I don't really give a fuck who it's up to if you haven't noticed! Fix it!'
'Love-' Mark's attempt to call him down is quickly shut down with a honestly scary:
'Shut your face. Don't 'love' me. I'm fuckin' pissed!'
Mark shuts up immediately, but rolls his eyes at me behind Randy's back.
'And don't fucking roll your eyes!'
Without another word, but a mouthed You're on your own Mark is out the door, escaping to safe haven, which is anywhere but here right now.
I sigh.
'I'll see what I can do.'
'You better!'
And I slip out before I have to listen to any more. This guy is truly scary.
On my way out I pick up Raph from downstairs, fast asleep and being prodded by some of the pups. They're probably playing to see who is the unlucky soul to wake him up.
I grab my mate underneath his knees and support his back, leaning his head on my shoulder.
I hear a multitude of snickers as I make my way out of the house, but don't pay them any mind. Instead I think of what I can do. Maybe he's just stressed. Worth a try anyway.
When we get home I lay him on the bed, strip him of his shirt and lay him on his belly. I softly let my fingertips drift over his facial features until he slowly starts shifting.
'Donny?'
'I'm here.'
He hums, but doesn't open his eyes. I chuckle.
'I've been shouted at because you keep nodding off. Figured I'd give you a massage.'
Just another hum, he's probably not actually listening. So I decide to just get started. He'll get it eventually.
I sit myself on his butt and glide my lotioned hands up and down his back a couple times. Then I start adding a bit of pressure, digging my palms in as I go up on both sides of his spine. I kneed both his shoulders until I get rid of some of the knots and by that time, he's groaning in appreciation. Or pain, not too sure. I keep going, working every part of his back one after the other. Then I move on to his arms, kneading those a bit gentler, and finally I let my fingers disappear into his dark curls. Head massages are probably everyone's best friend, so I make sure to take my time with it. My fingers patiently work their way from his neck to the crown of his head, back down the sides to the temples and repeat. By the way his muscles are relaxing I can tell this is actually working and just by knowing he's feeling good, I don't even mind if I have to keep going for hours. Eventually though, he almost seems to be melting into the mattress, so I take my hands off his back and stand up. Knowing he won't be able to walk himself, I pick him up again and carry him to where we usually eat. I sit him down, while I quickly get to making some food for us. Five minutes in, I hear him shuffle around and when I look up, I see him stumble towards me. I chuckle.
'You look like a chick learning to walk.'
'Why, thanks for the compliment, darling, you look great too.' is his tired, yet incredibly sarcastic reply.
He comes over, wraps his arms around my waist from behind and leans his head between my shoulder blades. He stays there, not letting me go while I cook.
Suddenly, his hands go limp and the next thing I know I hear a thud behind me. When I look back, Raph is lying still on the ground and my heart starts going haywire.