Logan growled, “How do you know what he looks like in his underwear?”
“Oh,macushla, your growls send shivers all over my body but they especially make my co…”
Logan’s quick hand covering Kieran’s mouth had everyone laughing including Fionn, who said, “Kieran hasn’t seen me in the pink underwear he bought me because I haven’t worn it yet.”
“Is that right,mo anan cara?” asked Logan.
Removing his mate’s hand from his mouth, Kieran said, “It’s true, I was just imagining what Fionn would look like in them. Do you have pink underwear, Slate? You know it can spice up your sex life with Dakota, oh wait, obviously you don’t need any spicing right now but when you do, a pink thong will highlight your co…”
Clamping Kieran’s mouth shut again, Logan said, “Babe, why don’t you let them figure out that part of their lives by themselves?”
Nodding his head, Kieran grinned as his mate removed his hand. Then he said, “Whenever my mate does that, I lick his hand because it reminds him of what I like him doing.” Grabbing the hand that was about to land over his mouth again, Kieran giggled. “Don’t worrymacushla,I wasn’t going to say what I like.”
Slate saw Dakota trying to hide a yawn, prompting him to announce, “If everyone will excuse us, we’re going back to our room to take a nap. Jet lag is kicking in.” Standing, he held out a hand to Dakota and pulled him up, putting his arm around his mate’s waist. “We’ll see you in the morning.”
“You aren’t joining us for dinner?” asked Logan.
“No, we made other plans, so go ahead and have dinner when you want to,” answered Slate, shepherding his sleepy mate out of the suite.
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Slate sat at the desk in his suite, trying to answer as many business emails as he could before Dakota finished his shower. With the sound of the running water in the background and his attention focused on finding a document to send back to his director of development, it took a moment before he heard the knocking at the door. Getting up, he looked through the peephole and saw Logan standing there.
“Is there a problem?” Slate asked, after opening the door, wondering if there was new information about the mercenaries.
“Groose told me you and my brother were going out for the evening. Do you think it’s wise?” Logan asked.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Because of everything going on with Fionn right now.”
“I’m missing something here. Fionn is safe as long as he remains on this floor because he has a small army protecting him. I’m not needed nor is my mate. Instead of sitting here all night, I’m taking advantage of our one night in Edinburgh to take Dakota out to a special dinner. What’s the problem with that?”
“None, and I know my brother will enjoy it. I guess I have a case of nerves. Forget I said anything…and have a good time,” Logan said.
“Thanks, if you need me, call or text me. I’ll keep my phone on all night,” said Slate.
“Great,” Logan said before leaving.
Closing the door, he heard the shower shut off. Grinning at the thought of his wet, naked mate, Slate shed his clothes as he walked into the bathroom, ready for his visual feast.
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Dakota snuggled against Slate’s side, watching the lights of the city fly by as their driver headed for the Wolf Pack Pub where he was finally going to try dishes made especially for shifters—something his restaurant would have featured. But now he had a different focus that would still involve shifters’ traditional dishes and was looking forward to using that knowledge to take care of Cody’s boys.
When the car stopped, Dakota opened his door and got out, staring at the carved wolf head sign hanging over the door. He grinned and said, “I love the sign, it reminds me of old pubs in England that I’ve seen in pictures.”
Slate slid out and joined his mate. “It’s original…dating back to when the pub first opened.”
“I can believe it…look at the detail! Holy shit! Did you see that? The eye glowed.”
“The sign is bewitched so every time it senses a shifter, the eye glows in welcome.”
“Do humans come here also?”
“Yes, but usually during the day and then it’s mostly tourists who’re doing a pub tour. Humans stay away from here after dark, not because of the shifters; they just don’t like being surrounded by a lot of tall, muscled men.”
“What do they think about the glowing eye?”
