family, and that's what Shifters need most. Cubs, not testosterone contests."
"How self-sacrificing of him."
"I also think he's never come across a female who stirs him. For sex, yes. As a mate, no. But this one..."
"This one he's not likely to charitably pass down to the next mate-seeking Shifter. She's human; she needs his protection. And Liam is a protector at heart." Glory smiled. "Like his dad."
Dylan finally looked straight at her. He'd been sliding his gaze from hers, trying not to pin her with his angry uncertainty, trying not to demand submission. What a sweetie. He must know that if he wanted Glory to go down on her knees, she'd happily oblige.
"It's my job," Dylan answered irritably.
"No, it's you. You're one big protecting hunk of male. The only reason Fergus leads your clan and not you is because he's a ruthless bastard. You don't challenge him, because you fear he'll retaliate on the innocent, Connor in particular."
Dylan's expression went harder still, and it was all Glory could do to stay upright in her high-heeled shoes. His eyes were tinged with red, a sign that he was ready to lose it.
"You only met Fergus the once," Dylan said, tight-lipped.
"Once was enough. I never want to see him again. People respect you, Dylan. They fear Fergus. There's a difference."
She started to turn away, but a steel-strong hand clamped her arm.
"What are you trying to do, Glory? Sow insurrection in my clan?"
Glory looked at him in surprise. "Insurrection? Are you kidding? What for?"
Dylan's grip softened, but Glory saw he had to make himself ease off.
"Then why are you so interested in me challenging Fergus?"
"Because you're a better man than he is. I've always thought that, and I'm not the only one."
Dylan closed his eyes. He clenched his jaw, a muscle twitching. "The clan's survival is more important than me confronting Fergus."
"I know." Glory dared to step closer to him, now that his a wful gaze was shielded. "If we start challenging and fighting one another like we did before the Collar, we'll be dead within a few short years."
"I'm glad you understand."
"See, sometimes I listen when you talk."
Dylan opened his eyes then, the red gone, the beautiful blue so deep it made her heart ache.
"Glory," he said softly.
"Yes?"
"Shut it."
Dylan wove his fingers through her hair, loosening it until it spilled over his hands, and he covered her mouth with his.
Glory rose into the kiss, excitement pumping through her. No one could screw like Dylan could. And Dylan surpassed even himself when he was pissed off and warring with his dominant instincts.
She decided not to fight too hard when Dylan lifted her and deposited her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around his hips, unbuttoned his pants, and leaned back to enjoy herself.
Chapter Nine
Liam was wrenched out of sleep the next morning by Kim banging on the attic door and shouting his name. His instincts had him on his feet and wrenching open the door before his brain even knew he was awake.
He found Kim in the hall, her eyes blazing, in a big black T-shirt with a Guinness logo on it. Kim had obviously slept in the rumpled T-shirt, which she must have found in Liam's dresser drawer. Liam knew she'd be warm and very naked beneath it, and then he realized he was naked himself, prepared to shift.
One part of him was shifting already. "Gods, Kim, why are you out here yelling like a banshee?"
Kim held up a small bit of satin fabric, her eyes wide with fury. "Who packed this? It was a man, wasn't it?"
"Probably. Why?"
She shook the red satin patch. "This is a thong . Have you ever worn a thong? Do you know how it feels to have a string up your ass all day?"
Liam sensed the rest of his family listening: Connor sitting up in bed behind him, Sean in the hall below, Dylan behind him in the same clothes he'd worn last night, which meant he'd slept next door.
"What's wrong with a thong?" Liam asked her. "I bet it's sexy on you."
He pictured
"How self-sacrificing of him."
"I also think he's never come across a female who stirs him. For sex, yes. As a mate, no. But this one..."
"This one he's not likely to charitably pass down to the next mate-seeking Shifter. She's human; she needs his protection. And Liam is a protector at heart." Glory smiled. "Like his dad."
Dylan finally looked straight at her. He'd been sliding his gaze from hers, trying not to pin her with his angry uncertainty, trying not to demand submission. What a sweetie. He must know that if he wanted Glory to go down on her knees, she'd happily oblige.
"It's my job," Dylan answered irritably.
"No, it's you. You're one big protecting hunk of male. The only reason Fergus leads your clan and not you is because he's a ruthless bastard. You don't challenge him, because you fear he'll retaliate on the innocent, Connor in particular."
Dylan's expression went harder still, and it was all Glory could do to stay upright in her high-heeled shoes. His eyes were tinged with red, a sign that he was ready to lose it.
"You only met Fergus the once," Dylan said, tight-lipped.
"Once was enough. I never want to see him again. People respect you, Dylan. They fear Fergus. There's a difference."
She started to turn away, but a steel-strong hand clamped her arm.
"What are you trying to do, Glory? Sow insurrection in my clan?"
Glory looked at him in surprise. "Insurrection? Are you kidding? What for?"
Dylan's grip softened, but Glory saw he had to make himself ease off.
"Then why are you so interested in me challenging Fergus?"
"Because you're a better man than he is. I've always thought that, and I'm not the only one."
Dylan closed his eyes. He clenched his jaw, a muscle twitching. "The clan's survival is more important than me confronting Fergus."
"I know." Glory dared to step closer to him, now that his a wful gaze was shielded. "If we start challenging and fighting one another like we did before the Collar, we'll be dead within a few short years."
"I'm glad you understand."
"See, sometimes I listen when you talk."
Dylan opened his eyes then, the red gone, the beautiful blue so deep it made her heart ache.
"Glory," he said softly.
"Yes?"
"Shut it."
Dylan wove his fingers through her hair, loosening it until it spilled over his hands, and he covered her mouth with his.
Glory rose into the kiss, excitement pumping through her. No one could screw like Dylan could. And Dylan surpassed even himself when he was pissed off and warring with his dominant instincts.
She decided not to fight too hard when Dylan lifted her and deposited her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around his hips, unbuttoned his pants, and leaned back to enjoy herself.
Chapter Nine
Liam was wrenched out of sleep the next morning by Kim banging on the attic door and shouting his name. His instincts had him on his feet and wrenching open the door before his brain even knew he was awake.
He found Kim in the hall, her eyes blazing, in a big black T-shirt with a Guinness logo on it. Kim had obviously slept in the rumpled T-shirt, which she must have found in Liam's dresser drawer. Liam knew she'd be warm and very naked beneath it, and then he realized he was naked himself, prepared to shift.
One part of him was shifting already. "Gods, Kim, why are you out here yelling like a banshee?"
Kim held up a small bit of satin fabric, her eyes wide with fury. "Who packed this? It was a man, wasn't it?"
"Probably. Why?"
She shook the red satin patch. "This is a thong . Have you ever worn a thong? Do you know how it feels to have a string up your ass all day?"
Liam sensed the rest of his family listening: Connor sitting up in bed behind him, Sean in the hall below, Dylan behind him in the same clothes he'd worn last night, which meant he'd slept next door.
"What's wrong with a thong?" Liam asked her. "I bet it's sexy on you."
He pictured
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