Redhawk Caldera [m] Clothes off

It was disappointing to hear that Fox hadn't been able to catch Grimm yet, though neither one of the Alphas had given up on the chance of a (steamy) reunion. Once upon a time, Peregrine had hoped to be privy to such a thing, perhaps even a participant. But it seemed they would pursue their own individual relationships with their secondary lovers, which worked for him. It was understood by now that that the opposite sex was off the table but Fox wasn't totally clear on what was allowed with the same gender.

"Oh, man," was his answer to her question. "You have my permission to do anything to her or, better yet, have her do it to you. Go to town, then tell me all about it in vivid detail," Peregrine teased. "I'm fine with whatever you wanna do with her for real, though. If you just wanna get physical, power to you. If you want to pursue something more serious, have at it." Neither Grimm nor any other woman posed a threat to their partnership nor their family life. And as long as they kept that part—conceiving children—sacred between the two of them, then he totally didn't mind sharing their lives with other people. They were even welcome to become involved with the pups, like Pan was with the Firebirds.

Speaking of Pan and the Firebirds... "Pan was asking me about our plans to make more babies." Peregrine's voice dropped into a slightly deeper, huskier timbre as he stretched forward again to plant a series of soft kisses on his wife's jaw. "I told him we definitely plan to have a batch every year we're able. The Firebirds are well on their way to adulthood." Never mind how crazy that was just now. "That means we get to make more of them soon. Which means we should start practicing more," he finished, flashing Fox his most suggestive look.