-Helena-
I lay in Wylder’s arms as we sat in the living room, just relaxing after dinner. It was nice just spending time together. While I loved being taken by my mates, just lying here with them or with one of them made me feel so good.
It was the power of being mates. Just touching helped calm you and connect you. And I knew he felt the same things as me.
He would often kiss me on top of the head or stroke his hand along my arm as we sat together, doing little else besides watching the fireplace burn in front of us.
“A bit funny that it was on this couch that you kissed me for the first time,” I remarked.
“What?” Wylder asked.
I turned my head and looked up at him, and he smiled.
“Oh, right,” he recalled.
“You thought I told you to go ahead and mark me, remember?” I teased.
“Rig
