Trickles of daylight seeped through our thickly drawn curtains. I watched my mate trapped between the sheets of our bed with my elbow digging into the mattress, propping myself up.

It was Hunter's birthday... his thirty-fifth and Mon Dieu. He was still as handsome and sexy, if not more so than when we first met.  His dark hair was rumpled and curls had formed on the sides with a dusting of stubble on his strong jaw... stubble that had scraped up my thighs only a few hours earlier.

"I can feel you watchin' me," his just woke up voice was gruff as his lips formed a lazy half smile.

I smiled.

Hunter's eyes peeled open, and I leaned down and brushed my lips against his.  "I like watching you sleep. It's the only time you look relaxed." It wasn't a lie. He was like a tightly coiled spring lately. "And happy birthday Mon coeur."

"I can think of a few ways you can help keep me relaxed." His mouth curled into a sexy, knowing grin, and there's no mistaking the heat flaring in those brown eyes I adored.

And I didn't need to be inside his head to know where his mind was at, add to that his impressive erection was saluting me through the bedsheets.

I feigned a pout whilst tracing a hand down his bare chest. "You're still being punished for not coming home on time."

His chest rose and fell with a throaty chuckle.  "What's today's punishment, baby?"

I laughed. Of course, he would ask that.

His smile faded as he dragged a hand down his face, scraping it over his jaw before resting it flat on his chest.  "I know I'm fucking up, but honestly, being there is the last place I want to be when you are the kids are here, yeah?"  He released an exhausted sigh.  "It's kicking my arse, Sage."

I was worried about him working so hard.  Wolfe Industries had changed so much over the last four years, and we still had new classifications of gifted beings popping up. Some my grandfather had created and experimented on whilst others came forward that we'd assumed were extinct.  I'd now met three other Hawkers like myself and my brother, Sylar."

He angled his head up. "Don't suppose you're gonna lose the shirt and climb on." His eyes flicked down.  "Nothing better than seein' you slide down my dick."

I bit back a moan as I glanced over his shoulder.  Damn.  "The kids will be up soon."

This did not to deter him. "Quick fuck it is, then!"

Who could refuse?

Casting the sheet off, I raised and climbed over him, on all fours, my hands pinned into the mattress while he stared heavenward at me.  "Lie back and take what I'm going to give you, Mr Stone."

"Gladly."  I felt his thighs, thick and meaty, flex beside my knees as he grinned and pushed my legs further apart, forcing me to lower so the head of his erection stroked over my heat. "Always so wet for me."

He only had to look at me and I was wet. What did he honestly expect?

One hand ran up the outside of my thigh, the other slid up and cupped the back of my neck, lowing my mouth to his.  The instant our lips touch my entire world closed in on me.  This man owned me mind, body, and soul.

His mouth was gentle at first, teasing to then more insistent, hungry, becoming possessive as he stroked, licked and tasted. Mon Dieu, could my mate kiss.

Hunter groaned, sucking my bottom lip. "Fuck, ride me baby, yeah." It set off a reaction in me, unleashing my need for him only matched by his for me.

The hand the outside of my thigh moved up and under the hem, searing my skin. Dancing around he grabbed my bum roughly as his erection, long and thick made its intentions clear. My nipples swelled, pressing against my thin nightshirt as Hunter pushed up, I edged up, rocking my hips to tease him.  Using one hand, I started unbuttoning my shirt.

His predatory eyes fixed a stare as he pulled his bottom lip through his teeth. "So fukin' beautiful, you know that, right?"

My breathing paused. He never failed to make me feel like his everything.

"Charming as ever, Mr Stone."

"Only with you, Mrs Stone."

On my third button, my ears pricked.

"Fuck," he said, our moment evaporating, and I quickly sat upright, turning to grab the sheet to throw over Hunter.

The thunder of footsteps stopped, and the door burst open. In poured our children and Ruth carrying our youngest, Ruben... oh and followed by our two crazy dachshunds, Buzz and Grumpy.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!!" said the twins in unison.

A deep chuckle passed from his lips as they jumped on the bed.

"Mummy, why are you sitting on top of Daddy?"  asked Olivia.  She was the more inquisitive of the two. David always let her take the lead.

"Daddy listens better when I have him at my mercy?"

"What's mercy?" she asked.

Ruth interrupted.  "And how's my birthday boy?"  Carefully lifting my leg, I shifted to his side, allowing Hunter to sit up and Olivia climbed on top.

Thankfully, his erection had scarpered.

Ruth ruffled up Hunter's hair as she smiled down.  "Thirty-five." she sighed.  "I remember when you turned five."  Her eyes became wistful.  "How does it feel?"

To an outsider, it would be easy to assume they were mother and son.  And Hunter would openly tell you in his eyes, Ruth was his mother.

"Well, it would have felt a lot better if you'd given me ten more minutes before you—" He tickled Olivia. "—little monsters."  David dive bombed onto the bed. "Burst in."

Oliver gurgled and fidgeted in Ruth's arms. "Listen to your Daddy Ruben, always complaining." She tutted, but grinned.  "Anyway, up you get. Breakfast's ready and the children have a surprise waiting."

Warmth spread across my chest, unable to stop my smile. I'd been blessed with an amazing family.

"C'mon, up, up.  The twins will be heading off to nursery soon," said Ruth.

Hunter grumbled as David and Olivia jumped up and down on the bed. "Can Daddy take us today?" asked Olivia.

"No. But if you're good, Daddy will pick you up.  We should let him relax this morning. Okay?"

They both grumbled, their little shoulders sagging.

"Now go on, shoo... and we will follow you down."

Jumping from the bed, they ran out with the dogs on their heels.  I turned, swinging my legs from the bed. My bare feet touched the carpet.

Before I could take a breath, Hunter slid his legs on either side of me, pressing his bare chest against my back, his erection back in the game, nudging my lower back.  He moved my hair, running his nose up my throat.  "Fuck, you smell good."  With a firm hand sliding over my waist keeping me pressed tightly into him his other hand palmed my breast. "Fuckin' love these."

His words vibrated along my skin as my entire body shivered. My control was slipping as I melted into his grip. "Hunter... we..." I breathed out.

"Ssssush... let me make you feel good, baby," a growl, pitched low and seeping with sensuality.

"No time..."  I didn't sound convincing.

My wolf purred as his hand slipped lower in between my thighs. "C'mon, Sage, I only need five minutes, yeah?"

I heard David yell, mummy and the fog of lust lifted... but only a little. This can't go further...well not yet. "You think you can make me come in five minutes, Mr Stone?"  He groaned, and I mentally laughed, picturing the shock on his face.

"Is that a challenge, baby?" Sucking on the skin of my throat.

I tilted my head as he plucked my nipple through the thin material.  He was a delicious tease, and I tried not to moan in encouragement, although truthfully, he needed little.

"Mommmmmy..."

My head dropped.  "The children, Hunter."

He stilled, but I would give him something to think about. "When Ruth takes them to nursery, I have a surprise for you. He dropped his hands, and I pushed up to face him. "And trust me, you will like it." At least, I hoped he would. It had cost me a small fortune.

"Fuck, please tell me it's you naked bouncing on my dick, yeah?"

His words sent a thrill right through me.  Mon Dieu.  I smiled.  "Patience mon coeur."  I made sure he couldn't read my thoughts as the gift wasn't my naked body, although he would get to unwrap me, too.

His eyebrows nudged together. "You're killin' me, yeah." Shuffling to the edge of the bed, he rose to stand in front of me in all his beautiful naked glory.  "I'll tell you right now, my dick's not happy."

I looked down unable to stop myself licking across my lips. He's right though, his dick didn't look happy, it's swollen, the veins stood up along the smooth length as his angry looking head spat out a single sticky tear.

Perhaps just a little tease. I reached down and curled my fingers, feeling him twitch and suck in a breath.

"Fuck yeah, thats what I'm thinking about." He became hotter, harder in my small hand. 

"Patience," I whispered.

He growled out. "That's fucking cruel. You're seriously not stopping there." His eyes closed. "C'mon, baby, just a few strokes..."

He hissed a breath as I tightened my grip but kept my hand still. Reaching up on my toes, I licked across his lips.  "Teasing is half the fun."

"No, being balls deep inside you is  all the fun."  He planted his hands on my hips, tugging me closer as his erection pressed into me and his mouth captured mine.

It was getting harder (no pun) to say no. Steeling my resolve; I pulled away, untangling us before I lost the will to fight him. "Ah-ah."

His head rolled back. "Ugh... Fine."

Downstairs, the children had been busy.  They'd covered the kitchen in balloons and a homemade painted birthday banner hung precariously from the ceiling. And in the centre of the table they'd made a birthday cake decorated with so many candles, I was sure would be a fire hazard.

"Make a wish Daddy," they yelled.

He threw a sexy smirk my way before blowing them out. And then we sat and ate breakfast with the children, talking nonstop as I fed Oliver, chatting to Ruth.  

We all stopped talking as the doorbell rang.

"Who the chuffin' hell?" said Hunter. He was trying to tone down his language in front of the children. His newest word—chuffin' seemed to do the trick.

I shrugged, spooning Ruben's last mouthful of breakfast.

Ruth was up out of her seat.  "Don't you move, grumpy; I'll get rid of whoever is there."

"Nice one, Ruth, but I'd prefer if you didn't call me by the dogs name."

Ruth tutted, and the twins giggled.  Setting down Ruben's bowl, Hunter leaned in planting a kiss on my cheek then sliding his lips up to my ear.  Nibbling my earlobe, he spoke without words. 'Do you want to know what I wished for when I blew out those candles on my cake, yeah?''

Goosebumps raised across my body. 'Hmmm.'

You spreading your legs wide on top of this table, showing me your pretty pussy, begging me to eat you, then fuck you.'

'Thats quite a wish,' I squirmed in my seat; the heat rising as I took a deep breath and smiled at Ruben.

'You can't say no to birthday wishes, baby and I like the idea of you naked, screaming out your orgasm on our table.  Just need to decide if I let you cum with my mouth or my dick first.'

Mon Dieu—decisions, decisions.  My mate was insatiable, and never failed to whip my body into a frenzy with his filthy mouth.  I could hardly wait have him between my legs.

"What's an org-as-am, Daddy?"

Eyes wide, spluttering. "Olivia Stone!" My face flushed for a very different reason.

Hunter smirked, not even the slightest bit flustered at our daughter listening in to our private conversation. Her gifts were growing at an alarming rate.

Hunter shifted, pushing out his chair and scooping Olivia from hers.  "That Princess."  He kissed her forehead. "Is a grown-up word and you will only use it when you turn thirty," He paused.  "Scrap that—forty years old." He threw her up in the air and caught her.  "And," up in the air a second time, she gasped "—We need to have a little talk about you listening to private conversations, yeah."

I would sit her down later and have a little chat with her.

He threw Olivia up again as David was up out of his seat, wrapping himself around Hunter's legs.  "Meeeee Daddy, my turn," he said.

He planted Olivia on the table and picked up David, launching him up in the air.

Both children giggled nonstop as Ruth came back into the kitchen.

I sensed her distress before she uttered a word.  "Hunter." I barely heard her speak.

Hunter pretended to bite David's neck as he squirmed in his arms. "Daddy-stop!"

"Hunter!"

He lifted his flushed face towards Ruth. "Yeah, who was it?"

She hesitated and so many emotions rode across her face at the same time the colour drained. "It's your mother."

"The Fuck!?"  Hunter turned toward me, setting David next to Olivia on the table.  His jaw set in a tight line.  "I want her out of here, Ruth."

I had to grip onto the table as anger flooded our bond, forcing my wolf and his to growl.

What on earth had she done to him?