That feeling was just about Wendell's favorite in the whole world. He made a happy noise in the back of his throat. "Hello," he said blithly. For awhile there, it was difficult to get close to Hunter without feeling sick about Joseph, but his mate had blotted that bad feeling out. His mind was on raising the boys now and what Lawson had talked to him about. On the future instead of the past.

"Hi baby." Hunter pressed his face down against the front of Wendell's throat and he kissed the hollow of it before he laid his head down onto his mate's chest. "I put the little boys down. Jeremiah finally changed back so I gave him a bath and some food. He was pretty tuckered out."

He loved watching Hunter with the boys. Even Joshua was taking to him and Wendell could see how much the boy looked up to the alpha. Wendell wasn't quite so worried about Jason, confident that they would never choose him over them. "He's getting better at shifting back. He'll have control before too long, do you think? Josh will hate that."

"I think he will too but he's getting a lot better at it. I am a little sad about that, just because he's so cute when he's shifted." The tiny little pup had barely any coordination and it was nearly endless laughs every time he was running through the house. "Running with him is fun."

"Reminds me of seeing Austin when he was tiny." Wendell was an incredibly late bloomer. He'd resisted his shifts for a long time, feeling more comfortable as a human. He still did to some extent, though Hunter had helped him tap into his wolf side. "What do you think about more?"

It took Hunter a second to realize what Wendell was getting at but then he smiled. "I don't know, I think it would be kind of nice to have a few more little ones running around here. Things have calmed down a lot lately. I think it would be good if we added to the pack."

Wendell nodded. He'd been thinking that too. There would never be a perfect time, but Wendell never went for perfection, just happiness. He wriggled under Hunter. "It'd be easier if you could just go out and sow your wild oats like Shane," he laughed a little.

Hunter growled a little, but it was playful as he kissed the side of Wendell's neck and lifted his head to look down at his mate. "You would be jealous and upset if I went out and started sowing my wild oats, so let's not even talk about that." that and Hunter had no interest of being around anyone but Wendell. "We could always just try to find a surrogate?"

The growl, even playful, took Wendell's breath away. It did things to him beyond his psychological understanding. Lifting his head up, he kissed Hunter's chin. "Yes, I know. I'd go crazy." He brushed his fingers down Hunter's back. "I considered Tes, but I don't know about purebloods. There's handfuls and then there's asking for trouble."

"Are you saying that Austin and I were asking for trouble?" he growled again and nipped at Wendell's lips. "We could ask Tes or Winnie, just to see what they say. I mean, maybe if we are really nice one of them will agree to it. And by one of them I mean maybe Winnie will agree to it."

"Tes would." Wendell countered. "She loves you very much, you know." But he shook his head. "Yes, Austin was trouble. I didn't know you as a puppy but I'm sure you were as well." He grinned, not challenging him directly, but playing at testing him. Any challenge from Wen was never serious, except the time he'd watched Hunter kill a mutt. But that was years ago. "Lawson offered to do it." He finally said, seriously.

"Really?" Hunter hadn't even known that Wendell was talking to anyone about the possibility of having a baby. Shifting his weight slightly, he tucked his arms beneath Wendell's shoulders and he leaned down to kiss the front of his throat again. "have you been thinking about this for a while?"

Hunter's mouth always made it difficult for Wendell to think. "For a little while, yes. They make me so happy, and Parker has been so fantastic. I want more. I think I was built to have a litter. We were built to raise many at once." It taught them so much about pack life.

"Well then maybe we should ask Lawson and Winnie or Tes and then we can have a whole litter. I want some pure blood babies." he kissed him again and nudged his knee between Wendell's thighs "You know, maybe we should practice a little bit."

"You want three pregnant women about at the same time? I think Tes might eat the others." He was scared of a pregnant Tes. But Hunter's knee took all thought from Wen's normally overactive mind. "Oh--" he said weakly and his legs fell easily open. "I think you've had plenty of practice. Your aim is impeccable." He laughed and felt a flush run up his cheeks.

The way that Wendell seemed to lose track of their conversation as his knee wedged between his thighs made Hunter smile. It probably wasn't fair that he often took advantage of Wen's weaknesses, but he did love the way his mind just sort of went blank when he touched him in the right way. "I think it would be all right, don't you?" He didn't specify what, he wanted to see if Wendell could remember what they were talking about while his knee brushed up higher and rubbed into his cock gently.

Wendell was usually so sharp. His mind always had a grasp of things, except in situations like this. "Huh?" he said dumbly, mouth going just a bit slack as his eyes fluttered shut. "Hunter," he exhaled, partway between a chastisement for distracting him and a plea to continue.

Hunter had to tuck his head down and press his face to the front of Wendell's throat just to hide the fact that he was smiling like he was. This always amused him. Drawing his knee back, he lowered his hips just to grind his body against Wendell's.

It never failed to surprise Wendell with just how good it felt and he let out a little yelp of pleasure. His long fingers curled inward to scratch lightly against Hunter's back. Everything about him yielded to a Hunter with barely any prompting. "Oh...oh were we talkinv? We...Hunter."

Hunter didn't really give him much of a chance to ask him what they were really doing. Instead he let his hands slide down Wendell's sides and he hooked his fingers into the top of his pajama pants so he could push them down. "What were you saying?" he asked as he rubbed his hips into Wendell's again, this time with only the fabric of his own pajamas between them.

And at last his brain short circuited entirely as his hips bucked up to meet Hunter's and increase the pressure. "Need you," he groaned, finding Hunter's mouth to kiss him. He couldn't stand the idea of waiting. His body was completely in the driver's seat at this point.

Once Wendell's pajamas were gone, he made quick work of getting his own off. His hands slid under Wen's rump and he pulled him up so that their hips were crushed together. "I love you." He whispered against his skin and he kissed down along Wendell's shoulders.

"So much," he murmured, completing Hunter's sentiment with his own. He licked his lips hungrily, trying to get Hunter riled up. The man was best at being rough and gentle all at the same time. No one stopped Wendell's heart like Hunter could.

Hunter wrapped Wendell's legs around his hips and he reached over to the nightstand to grab the lube that he kept there. He let himself get rough with Wendell sometimes and they skipped the lube and just used spit, but since Joseph he had been careful with him and he had been sure to use the lubricant.

Wendell felt like he was ready to get roughed up again. But part of him feared that it would set him back. Still, he wanted it and he looked up with purpose, reaching out his hand to run his fingers up Hunter's chest and then to his throat. Bending up, he pressed his mouth to Hunter's throat and growled, barely brushing his teeth against Hunter's jugular.

That was the last thing that Hunter had been expecting and when Wendell's teeth grazed against his throat he growled loudly, threateningly. He dropped the lubricant onto the bed and got a handful of Wendell's hair to jerk his head back.

All sensation centered back to Wendell's cock. His hips jerked a little at the growl and it was freeing to think he could die happy getting torn limb from limb by Hunter if that's what the man wanted to do to him. He whimpered at the hair tug and then played at being tough with a steeled gaze. He wanted to force Hunter to really put him in his place. He was feeling so brave.

Even if Hunter had been trying to atke it easy on him, Wendell was forcing it in another direction. His wolf pushed up underneath the surface and he had no choice but to give into it and to quickly squash the threat. He pressed his face into Wendell's throat and he bit down, a little harder than he meant to. It would bruise, and leave a dark mark where his teeth had been. The one hand stayed in his hair, keeping his head yanked back and he lowered the other between their bodies so he could stroke himself a few times.

That put him down quickly and he let out a gurgling cry as he clung to Hunter. It didn't quash his arousal though and he murmured a few pleas. The swell of Hunter's wolf brought Wendell's bursting to the surface and it was a blissful sort of release. "More," he groaned. Wendell could take a beating like no other. Sometimes he wondered if it was his only true purpose in life, to be submissive, to be strong enough to take what Hunter could give.

Hunter usually would have prepped Wendell, but instead he lined himself up and pushed forward. It was rougher than he wanted it to be but Wendell hadn't really given him much of a choice. He pulled his hand from between them and he slid his hand up to Wendell's throat where he had bitten him so that he could hold him down.

He kept telling himself that this was Hunter, this was his mate. His scent engulfed him, the energy of his dominant wolf radiating out of him. It was easy to keep Hunter in his mind and he whimpered as he dug his fingers into his lover's shoulders. Even with this treatment, he wasn't remembering Joseph; it was all Hunter right now. He tightened his legs around the other man's waist and tried to remember how to breathe.

Hunter kept his hips sliding forward until he was pressed all the way into Wendell. When their bodies were flushed her took a moment to bite him again, his teeth tugging Wendell's bottom lip out as he squeezed his throat a little tighter.

Complete trust. Wendell felt safe, even though Hunter was very threatening. It exhilerated him, but he didn't feel as if he was in danger. He couldn't speak, but if he could he would have told Hunter that he loved him. The pain was starting to dissolve into a burning ache that melted into pleasure and soon enough, his strangled cries were moans as his cock rubbed between their stomachs.

Hunter's hips moved roughly, jerking forward into Wendell's body with quick, shallow thrusts. He loved how his mate submitted to him, loved how quick Wendell was to give up all of his power in their relationship. He moaned into the kiss as he crushed his mouth against Wen's and started thrusting harder.

Wen was falling apart utterly, but Hunter was there to hold him together. All he could do was brace himself, and let go completely. It was perfect; he didn't have to think. Finally, he came tightening even more around Hunter and kissing him hard to muffle his own cries.

When Wendell came that was Hunter's complete undoing. He loved the way that his mate's body tensed up around him, as if every muscle was feeling the jolt of electricity caused by the orgasm. He kept thrusting his hips even as he reached his own climax and he rode himself through it. His hips gave a few slow jerks as he settled down then, and he made no move to pull out of Wendell when they were both finished.

His entire body curled around Hunter, wanting to hold onto him with every part. He pictured growing old with him, having grandchildren, being with him forever. Completely out of breath, Wendell rested back against the pillow, arms still tangled around the man. "Oh god," he muttered.

As Hunter got his wits back he wanted to ask Wendell if he was all right, but he knew better to. Knew better than to put him in that place on purpose, so he just waited to see how Wendell reacted over the next few minutes. Instead of asking, he nuzzled his face carefully against his throat and he stayed on top of him, letting the weight of his body rest against Wen without crushing him.

Feeling completely protected, Wendell nuzzled tightly to Hunter's chest. "You're amazing," he offered, his voice relaxed. He felt so much better, so satisfied. While he adored when Hunter was gentle and they made love, Wendell also liked to be put in his place, he liked to be fucked and claimed and he was thankful he could do that again, that Joseph hadn't taken that away from him forever.

Hunter finally rolled onto his side, pulling Wendell with him so that he could wrap himself around the smaller wolf. "I love you, Wendell." he whispered to him. There was no doubt about that. "I love it when your brian shorts circuits when I touch you."

"It's so frustrating," he grinned, clearly not very distressed by that. "You're like kryptonite. Though, I'm nothing like Superman. I'm more like Clark Kent. You're Superman." He was rambling and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling like a nervous teenager again.

"You stopped talking mid sentence. That is my favorite. Because I always try to get you to finish your thought and you never have a clue as to where you left off." he rubbed his hands slowly up and down Wendell's back, touching him everywhere that he could.

"I'm sorry I bit your throat," he said meekly. He knew he didn't have to apologize because Hunter had quickly proven his dominance, but the human side of him wanted to say he was sorry and get forgiveness for overstepping his bounds. "I just wanted to tell you it was okay to try rough again. I love it when you make me feel weak."

Hunter growled a little at that but he captured Wendell's mouth in rough kiss before Wen could get too timid about it. When he pulled back he nipped him again and just smield. "It's all right. Just don't do it again. That damn near made me wild."

"Wild in a bad way? Because it felt so good." His voice was soft, appeasing. Feeling Hunter almost lose it on top of him, nearly tear into him, made him feel so vulnerable and safe too.

"You really like playing with fire, don't you?" He laughed softly and he nuzzled his face against his throat. It was a good thing Hunter had as much control of himself as he did. If anything happened to Wendell because of him he never would have forgiven himself.

Perhaps Wendell's complete trust in Hunter could have ended up a bad thing. If his tempting and testing ever turned bad, he knew it would destroy the alpha. But Wendell just didn't see the man losing control ever, especially not with him. "I like feeling how powerful you are. It takes my breath away."

Hunter smiled and he kissed him, a quick peck, and then he turned them again so that he could pull Wendell on top of him. "Everything you do takes my breath away." he slid his hands down over Wendell's ass and then back up again to rest on the small of his back. "were you serious about wanting a litter?"

Oh right! That's what they'd been talking about. The mention of it made Wendell glow even more and he nodded as he sat up, straddling Hunter. He stared down at him. "Yes, I do. I want babies all over the place." They were rapidly approaching a zoo of children. But only two of them were really Hunter and Wendell's. "I think Julian and Jeremiah would be excellent big brothers, don't you?"

"I do. Do you think that we should talk to them about it before we settle on anything? Like maybe talk to Winnie, Tes and Lawson and then talk to the little boys once we know how many and who is on board?"

Wendell laid back down on Hunter's chest, curling up against him. "Yes, I think that's a good idea. We could always space them out as well. Did you know the liklihood of multiples with in vitro fertilization is much higher?"

"Really? I think I did read that somewhere." He kissed the top of Wendell's head and he brushed his had through Wen's hair. "How many babies would you like to have all together?"

He couldn't quite believe they were having this conversation. "I think three or four at a time would be suitable. But we could start out with one. There's nothing wrong with starting out slow." Though he was sure that he would want another as soon as the first was born.

"I feel like we should be resonsible and tell all the people staying at the main house so that they can be prepared for me being grumpy all the time." just becuase when Huntjer didn't get all the sleep he needed he could be a crab.

That made Wendell burst into laughter. "And if it's Tes we'll hide all of the knives." He continued to laugh at the thought of it until it died out and he exhaled a happy sigh. "Lawson thought there must be some way to combine our DNA somehow, like a ritual or a spell or something. I was worried to tamper with it. I'm not sure my DNA would be so fantastic anyway."

"I think we should just have a bundle of kids, all sorts of different combinations of my dna and yours." He kissed the side of his head and scratched his fingers down Wendell's back.

"And you won't favor your own strapping children?" He teased. Hunter was always fair and there was no real thrust to that joke in the least. He trusted the man to love them all equally. "What if they are girls?" With science, he supposed they could only implant the boys, but Wendell didn't want to interfere with the joy of surprise so much. He wanted it to happen as natural as possible.

"The babies will be wolves no matter what if Tes or Winnie have them, but if Lawson has a baby girl then we'll have a human daughter too. Do you think she'd feel left out? I don't want anyone to feel like they aren't as good as anyone else, you know?"

"I think I'd like a little human girl. We could name her Marigold." After Wendell's mother who he still dreamed would come back to him, but he was old enough to know that was unlikely. Shane's little girl was lovely and Wendell liked being around her. But he wondered if she felt left out. "Are you sure they would be werewolves? Our wolves are carried through the Y chromosome, the X wouldn't affect it. Though I suppose Arabella's blood affected yours."

"Yes, I mean, Winnie or Tes' blood would be a contributing factor in whether or not we had female werewolf babies." He wasn't sure though. "I mean, let's just see what happens. I like that name, it would be good. I'd like to name a baby after my father."

"We're really going to do this," Wendell said, confirming it mostly for himself. He couldn't hide the happiness in his voice. He just hoped everyone was as excited about it as he was.

"Yes, we are really going to do this." Hunter loved seeing the smile on Wendell's face and he reached up to brush his hair back behind his ear. "We are going to have beautiful children, I think."

"I don't think it's possible to think your own child isn't beautiful," he chuckled a little and slid to the side of Hunter's body, curling against him. "Do you have a preference for who we ask first? I think Lawson was so sweet to offer. And I think Emmerson would be pleased."

"Then let's ask Lawson first." he said with a smile. "And then we can ask the other girls. I think we'll have a little trouble getting Winnie and Tes on board. I know Tes will do it but she'll be grumpy first. But I think that Winnie might really say no."

"Do you think Winnie would prevent Tes from doing it or vice versa?" The women had formed a bond and he had to consider what something like that would do to their relationship.

"I don't think that they would try to convince each other not to do it. I think that they would respect one another's decisions on the matter. I think Tes would do it just because she knows what it would mean to us, but I am not sure about Winnie. Sometimes I dont' think she likes me very much."

"I'm sure she does. She's probably still just trying to accept what's happened to her." He couldn't imagine being brought into this life as a human. Wendell had had enough trouble accepting it even though he'd been born into it. He was always different from the others in his pack.

"Yeah, I suppose so." Hunter wasn't entirely sure though. He was about to tell Wendell that he wanted to ask Winnie last when he heard a little knock at the door. "Wendell?" The tiny voice came through the door and it sounded a little upset. Hunter was quick to get up and get their boxers off of the floor so Wen could put his back on.

Tugging his own back on, he got the pajama bottoms up too before he opened the door up. "What's going on? Is everything okay?" Whenever that voice sounded like that, Wendell's body clenched up. He could be set to worrying so easily.

Jeremiah was standing there, his hands wringing in the front of his spiderman pajamas. He was frowning as he looked up at Wendell. "I wet the bed." he said softly, and he sounded pretty upset about it.

That made Wendell sigh with relief. A nice, normal problem. "All right," he said, voice showing no judgment whatsoever. "We'll go and clean it up real quick, okay?" He stood up and plucked Jeremiah up into his arms, heading back toward the little boy's bedroom.

Jeremiah had been having a bad dream and he had woken up wet, which always made him feel bad. He had already pulled the sheets off of the bed and they were in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. Julian was still passed out, so he tried to be quiet as he leaned his head on Wendell's shoulder.

When he saw the sheets in a pile, Wendell thought it was probably the sweetest thing he'd ever seen. "You're so helpful to take them off. What happened? Did you have juice before you went to bed? Sometimes it's hard to hold it when you drink just before." But Wendell usually let them take a sippy cup to bed just because he knew the boys needed the calories.

"Hunter gave me some milk." He had asked for it and at first Hunter had said no but then Jeremiah had started pouting and Hunter had folded like a house of cards. He had been doing pretty good with the bed wetting problem but tonight had just been one of those nights.

Wendell kissed him on the top of the head and then set him down on the floor. He got out another pair of pajamas and then took Jeremiah's hand to lead him to the bathroom to get him cleaned up. There were some wet wipes in there and before Jeremiah changed into the fresh pajamas, he cleaned Miah off. "It was nice of you to help with the sheets."

Once he had on clean pajamas he gave Wendell a hug and just held onto him for a moment. "I'm sorry that I wet the bed." he hadn't meant to, and he knew he shouldn't have asked Hunter for milk but he'd wanted it. "Can I sleep in your room with you?"

Once he had on clean pajamas he gave Wendell a hug and just held onto him for a moment. "I'm sorry that I wet the bed." he hadn't meant to, and he knew he shouldn't have asked Hunter for milk but he'd wanted it. "Can I sleep in your room with you?"

It occurred to Wendell that if they had a ton of kids, he might not be having sex with Hunter for awhile. That was a sad thought. He nodded. "Of course you can," he gathered him up and headed back to Hunter and his room. He plopped Jeremiah in the bed next to Hunter. "I'm gonna go toss the sheets in the wash and I'll be right back, all right?"

"All right. Do you want me to throw the sheets in the wash? It's probably my fault... I gave him milk before he went to sleep." Hunter scooped Jeremiah up and kissed the side of his head before he laid him down up against the pillows.

Wendell was tempted, because the bed looked so nice. But how could he possibly disturb that little scene? "No, I've got it." He left and went to do the work. It was quick and when he returned, he crawled into bed. He'd been thinking about what Jeremiah would think about a baby.

Jeremiah was curled up, thumb in his mouth as he laid up against their pillows. Hunter had laid back and was reading one of the little storybooks that he kept in their room. When Wendell came back he smiled at him and patted the spot on the other side of Jeremiah. "we're reading Weekend with Wendell."

Settling down next to them, Wendell closed his eyes to listen to Hunter read about the mice. When it was over, he'd actually drifted to sleep before the other two and perhaps he would be embarrassed about that later, but for now he was down for the count.