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I want to learn what Raiden enjoys the most. “Do you enjoy that the most?” I ask. “I didn’t think I would. I always saw myself as being one to top others, but after my Fae side awakened I found that I relaxed more about it and allowed myself to feel no shame in enjoying a dick in my ass. Now I crave it as much as I crave a nice warm ass around my hard length,” Raiden replies. “Neither is my favorite, because I love both. I was surprised to learn that as much as I love a nice wet pussy, I want dick in my ass more. Luckily, I can have my choice thanks to our mates.”

Riley asked no one in particular. "I knew you will do this, that's why I asked you crew members to give me a mic" Raiden said and almost immediately the stage light shine brightly on his face. He stood up and keep coming down to the stage stairs. "Have always keep myself from social media. But I think it's high time I show my face." Raiden said and loud screams could be heard especially from girls. "It's pointless screaming. I have a girlfriend" Raiden said and everyone burst into a round of laughter.

I look at his sister, Riley, with evidence of doodles up and down her arms. I wrap my hand around my mouth to stop myself from cursing and laughing all at the same time. Raina doesn’t do tattoos, but she loves drawing them, especially for the marketing campaigns she puts together for tattoo shops across the tri-state area. She’s become a marketing guru and loves it. I let out a sigh, scooping down to pick Reagan up from his chair. “Hey bud, it’s not nice to use Mommy’s things without asking, right?” “But, Dadda, Ryeee says she want a tattoo. Look I make it pretty like Mommy,” he says pointing to his sister’s doodles. It looks like a Picasso painting crawling up her arm.

Raiden laughed, “no one, it isn’t allowed sadly. But I did have a really great sparing match with that dick, Dylan. But I can take it off if it bothers you…” He took his shirt off and Atalanta stopped moving to stare at my best friend. Something inside me screamed why doesn’t she look at me like that, but I pushed the green eyed monster down. First of all, I am not interested in Atalanta. And secondly, a lot of girls look at Raiden that way. He’s an alpha man and even I can appreciate the way he looks.

At the age of twelve, Raiden entered the training ground to become a hunter. He wanted to dedicate his life to protecting everybody in the village. He knew that he was adopted, but he had no recollection of his biological parents. He had witnessed several killings and werewolf attacks at a young age. He aims to completely get rid of the werewolves before he enters into a family affair. He was looking into creating a family with his crush, Harriet. She was an adopted daughter of his mother's sister. They are not blood-related, but they are too close to each other.

She wasn’t wrong. Still, I refused to sit there and fall apart. Crying wouldn’t help him. Panicking wouldn’t either. So I inhaled slowly, forcing calm into my lungs, and leaned closer. Up close, Raiden looked unreal. His sharp jawline was relaxed in sleep, his lashes dark against his skin. His lips—gods, his lips—were slightly parted, soft despite the power I knew they held. Everything about his face was unfairly perfect, like the moon itself had taken its time sculpting him.

As if, a storm will appear because of their intense stairs. Are they not on good terms? Then what should I do now? Ugh! What trouble did my ancestors commit in the past for me to be stuck between two people who are seemingly wanting to conduct a war? Wait. If my brain serves me, I think I now understood Max's words earlier. Does Raiden have to do about Max's broken heart? Did Raiden steal her boyfriend or something ㅡ or not, she ruined their relationship cause she envies Max being happy. It's something she can do just with one flick of her finger though.

Either way, he might pass for a human if no one looked too closely. “Are you trying to get noticed?” Raiden speaks through his teeth while glancing at Cetus, but he’s met with a cocky confident smile, because across the street there’s a small group of girls blowing him kisses and giggling as they strut off. I wonder why they would be doing that? “It’s not my fault the girls like the goods.” I try not to sound harsh as I quip, “Maybe stop grinning and looking at them like snacks instead of people.”

All Lysithea saw in the grin was a cold, merciless void. She had known Raiden long and well enough that she could tell just how murderous his intentions were from the width of his smile. Even within an elite organization like Sicut In Caelo, Raiden was a powerhouse. He was up there with their strongest fighters, his capabilities only eclipsed by the untouchable Saint and Ezra. Worse, as the years passed, something about Raiden’s overall countenance had taken a dark turn into the unsettling and impenetrable. Being around him always felt distressful…or even suffocating.

He settles on the blanket, stretching out beside me and angling his body toward me as he propped himself on his elbow. He stares at me intently. " I'm in your head again," he commented with a curved smile. I rolled my eyes and attempted to conceal the fact that he was absolutely right. " You wish," I scowled. Raiden doesn't say a word, only stares at me deeply. I feel instantly bare under his gaze, and with the way his eyes held mine, like he could see right through me...how could I not feel so naked under his stare? I move my eyes off his face, overwhelmed by what a stare can do to me. However, when I do, Raiden surprises me when he reaches up and softly rubs the skin between my eyebrows. "