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“Good morning Mrs. Hale…” Peter turned on his side in the silk sheets to face his purple eyed wife.
An extremely pleased smile formed on her pale pink lips, “Even after eleven months, I still can’t believe it every time I hear it.”
Peter rolled his body on top of the still sleepy Lydia. The whole of his muscled body straddled hers keeping her pinned under him. His neck dipped down edging his face closer to hers.
“Mrs. Hale” He planted a luxurious kiss on her lips.
“Mrs. Hale” He began kissing downward against the nape of Lydia’s neck.
“Mrs. Hale” His lips were against her collarbone.
Her fingers were in her mouth; her teeth lightly but wickedly biting on them.
Peter’s stubbled face was burying itself in his wife’s cleavage. His tongue licked the empty slit between her breasts, “Mrs. Hale”
Lydia’s eyes glanced over at the clock. “We don’t have time for this right now.” She panted through her words.
“Of course we do. We always have time for this.” He continued to kiss lower and lower.
Lydia’s face scrunched in, “No we don’t. You have to meet Derek and the kids where as I have to go to work.” She rolled out from under Peter, standing upright on the floor.
Peter’s lip began to form a pout.
Lydia was half way through the bathroom door when her eyes looked over her shoulder at her husband, “But that doesn’t mean that shower sex isn’t out of the question.” Her finger curled in a come here boy manner.
Peter Hale was closing the bathroom door behind him in less than three seconds.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Derek Hale’s ears began to twitch at the sounds coming from the upstairs master bedroom. His eyes rolled to one side as he grabbed the coffee creamer.
Stiles came through the door with his father’s bag of tools.
Derek just finished stirring the creamer into the coffee when he handed it to his mate. “Oh thank you god, how did you know?”
Derek had a some what vacant expression on his face; Stiles recognized the look, “Lydia and Peter are having sex upstairs aren’t they?”
Derek sucked in a breath, “Yuuup.”
Stiles sipped carefully on the still hot coffee, “I guess it is an ‘enter at your own risk’ deal with this house.”
Derek’s ears twitched again; Lydia was a screamer.
Stiles didn’t notice Derek’s dismay, “You know I am surprised Lydia is not pregnant with as many times as they have been doing it lately.”
Derek broke his blank stare and chimed in, “She doesn’t ever want to get pregnant. They have enough kids as it is with the pack. The Hale legacy will be carried on through the pack, not through children.”
Stiles bit at the corner of his lip nervously, “It could be carried on both ways, you know?”
He and Derek eyed each other.
Peter had Lydia pinned against the tiled wall of the shower. Her hands being held together above her head with his large clawed hand.
Hot water and steam fell over their pressed bodies.
Lydia tried to push her body forward against his grip but only her chest came forward.
Peter’s free hand came to her chest groping and massaging each breast.
The heat coming from Lydia’s mouth formed steam as she panted against his strong touch.
Peter took her hands down, spinning Lydia around against the cold shower wall. Her chest pressed hard against the tiles. Her hands were pinned behind her now. Peter needed them there for a grip to keep him steady as he pushed his hard cock inside her soaking wet cunt.
She let out a pleasured scream.
Peter thrust hard and deep inside Lydia.
His fingers tangled around Lydia’s wet hair, pulling her head backwards. Her pleasured scream got much louder.
Every scream brought Peter that much closer to cumming. He felt her starting to tighten around his cock.
Instantly releasing her hair and hands, his clawed hands took hold of her hips. He drove himself deeper and deeper until Lydia finally came. Right as Lydia had finished, Peter came.
He pushed her wet hair away from her neck giving it several lazy kisses.
“Who knew getting clean could also be so dirty.” Peter chuckled through his words.
Lydia began shampooing her hair while Peter washed his body off. “I bet you a twenty that Derek and Stiles are here and Derek heard everything.” Lydia said to Peter.
“Okay, you are on. They are not supposed to be here for another two hours though.” Peter pecked on his wife’s lips with a wet kiss.
A half hour later the couple descended the stairs and into the kitchen where they came upon Derek and Stiles.
Peter fished his wallet out of his back pocket and handed Lydia a twenty. “Thank you.” She said plucking the bill from his hand.
“Sorry, Derek.” Lydia gave him a sarcastic half smile.
Peter patted his nephew on the shoulder, “That is what you get for showing up early.”
The purple eyed beauty of the room poured black coffee into a thermos. Her eyes squinted slightly while looking at Stiles, something was bothering him. She could tell.
Derek and Peter headed through the kitchen towards the front door.
“Don’t forget your coats. I don’t care if you have super wolf body heat; it is going to snow later. So I want hats and coats on every single one of you.” Lydia said pointing a finger at Peter and Derek.
Peter stepped back towards Lydia, “Yes Mrs. Hale” he replied with a quick final kiss.
Out the door went the Uncle and his Nephew.
Stiles tried to sneak away quietly but Lydia stopped him, “Ah ah. Where do you think you are going?” She pointed down to a chair. Stiles came back and took the seat next to her.
“What is going on with you? Did you and Derek have a fight?” She asked with sincere concern.
“It’s been kind of an on-going fight, I have been wanting kids and Derek is against it.” Stiles sighed.
“You know Derek, he is so scared by losing all his family in the past, and he doesn’t want to risk losing a child of his own. Stiles, I shouldn’t have to tell you not to push him on this, it will only end badly. You are the only good and positive thing that has ever happened to Derek. He knows that you want kids, just let him mull it around for a while, do not push him, and let him come to it naturally. That is the best thing you can do.” Lydia wrapped her arms around her best friend.
“I know, I should know better. What about you though? Any talk of kids between you and Peter?” Stiles sipped the remains of his now cold coffee.
Lydia gave him a look, “Stiles, you do realize that I have twelve wolves that I take care of like my children. I am set on the maternal front.”
The pair stood from their chairs. “Have you heard from Scott lately?” Stiles asked.
Lydia sipped from her Thermos. “Yeah he called last week; he said he was in North Dakota, right on the Canadian border. He sounded very happy. He said he would be home before Christmas.”
Lydia locked the door behind her as she and Stiles stepped out on the front porch.
“Good, I miss my best friend.”
Lydia and Stiles said their goodbyes and drove off in different directions.
In the last year Scott had been travelling all over the country. Meeting new packs and building quite the reputation as the Alpha Omega. During his travels he was able to finally come to terms with losing his father and accept that there was never any hope for Deucalion.
Lydia had been busy spending all of Deucalion’s money since she killed him. He had plenty of it and she was not going to let it go to waste.
With all of that money she bought up abandoned properties around Beacon Hills.
She had Peter and the rest of the Hale pack renovate them into safe houses and apartments for wolves passing through or looking for a place to call home.
It kept the pack busy and out of trouble.
This also gave Lydia an excuse to see Peter in a tool belt, which was a wonderful added bonus.
As the Matriarch of the Hale pack, Lydia Hale was sought after by other packs for counsel. She was the person to come to if there was violence between packs or human/wolf violence.
Lydia had made a deal with the local hunters that as long as she kept the wolves in line and on a strict animal diet, they would have no quarrel with them and agreed to leave them in peace.
Chris Argent spoke on Lydia’s behalf, reassuring the other hunters that Lydia’s word was true and could be trusted.
It had been a long time since Lydia and Chris had spoken, after Allison’s death things between them became very rocky.
Lydia pulled her car into the free space in the back of Deaton’s animal clinic.
The air outside was crisp with the impending snow.
Winter was Lydia’s favorite season. She was so excited for the first snow fall.
Her lungs filled with the chilly air putting a smile on her face.
Finally she forced herself to go inside the clinic to do her job.
“Good morning Lydia, and how are we today?” Deaton greeted her with a happy smile. He was busy looking at the charts of the recent admissions.
“Very well. There will be snow later, so that is exciting.” She unwrapped the scarf from around her neck.
The day started off slow, giving Lydia plenty of free time to start hanging up the Christmas decorations.
Lydia’s career choice came shortly after her and Peter’s wedding. She had come to the decision that it would be beneficial if she just refocused her studies on animal health and care since she was dealing with animals one way or another.
Deaton had been teaching her everything she needed to know for both animal care and wolf care.
He became Lydia’s confidant and reassumed his position as the Hale’s emissary.
“How far are they on the Distillery?” Deaton asked washing his hands in the sink.
Lydia was petting an elderly cat, keeping it calm so Deaton could take a look at the stitches on its hip. “They should be done with it next week. With the amount of strays and omegas that have been coming in to the territory, it is a good thing we built these safe spots for them to stay.”
She massaged the cat behind its ears, “It is weird though, in the last three months the amount of omegas there have been is unprecedented. Out of the ones we have spoken to, they used to have packs but something or someone killed them off. It leaves me very uneasy.”
Deaton brought a light closer to the cat to illuminate the stitches better. “Perhaps it would be a good idea to ask Scott to keep an ear open during his travels back.”
The cat began to purr. “I will ask him the next time he calls.”
“Lydia?” Deaton was staring at Lydia with an extreme look on concern.
“What, what’s wrong?”
“Your nose, it is bleeding.”
Lydia’s fingers came to her nose, immediately her hand was covered in blood.