As did he. With a sigh, he sent healing cells to his chin. “How was your teleconference with the other witch enforcers?”
“Good. Kell is afraid the news about phanakite has gotten out to the Kurjans, but I think he’s worrying unnecessarily. Plus, he insists we call it planekite when discussing it, and that’s just silly. The mineral has several names.” Moira leaned to the side and cooed to her babies. “Oh, so cute. You dressed them in the outfits Brenna bought in Ireland last month.”
Conn looked over his shoulder at the matching green and white jumpers. “They’ll outgrow them in a month, so I figured they should wear them at least once.” He couldn’t believe how quickly the little guys had already grown. “Plus, in between throwing punches at my face earlier, Jase hinted it would please Brenna to see the outfits.”
Moira grinned. “Aye. Bren has been out of sorts because some loony group in Ireland still wants her to be their leader. A total bunch of nut jobs.”
Conn shrugged. “Makes me happy you’re a witch enforcer and not on the Council. Probably makes the loony group safer, too.”
Moira smoothed down his T-shirt. “I wouldn’t say that. Apparently Jase knocked one of the loonies into the Liffey. It’s cold this time of year.”
Her soft hands on him sent desire straight to his groin. “We have a little time before the party,” he said.
Those soft lips curved in sin. “No, we don—”
His mouth took hers, delving deep into warmth and woman. Turning, he sank his fangs into her neck. Honey and spice exploded across his tongue, followed by a punch of real power. She sighed against him, elongating her neck to allow him deeper access. He drank and then licked the wound closed.
Her eyes shone dark and unfocused. “Connlan,” she breathed.
“You’re the best choice I ever made, Dailtín. I love you.”
Tears glimmered in her eyes. A powerful woman sharing her emotions. “I love you.”
Conn tucked her close and caught sight of his babies before rubbing his chin on her unruly hair. His chest settled as he kept hold and kept watch over what mattered most in this world or in any other.
Family.
Kane Kayrs was running late. As usual. After taking a fast shower, he hustled through the bedroom into his sprawling closet, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Amber?” he called out.
A rustle echoed, and she skidded around the corner, paint caught in her wild blond hair. The scent of wild heather, just blooming, came with her. “What?”
He grinned and shook out his wet hair. “One of us needs to be conscious of the time. I vote you.”
She wiped paint onto her jeans, her freckles standing out on her stunning face. “You’re the logical one. Time is logical.” She paused. “Right?”
“Some say time is merely a theory.”
“Let’s go with that.” She stepped out of her peasant blouse and kicked her jeans to the side. “You showered without me.”
He dropped the towel and reached for his woman. “I erroneously thought you would’ve already showered.” Though why in the world he’d thought she’d be more organized than he was beyond him. “Weren’t you supposed to drop by the lab and remind me of the party?”
She pursed her pretty pink lips. “I think you were supposed to pop by the new rec room and get me. We’ve been painting it all day, and the kids are gonna love it.”
“I’m sure,Beag Gaisscioch.” Hislittle warrior.“Guess what?”
“What?” Her eyes lit with the hope of a good surprise.
He loved her bizarre enjoyment of surprises, considering he couldn’t stand behind taken off guard. “We figured out how to negate the mating aspect today.”
She clapped her hands together. “My grandma Hilde can get re-mated! Oh my.”
Theoh mywas a freakin’ understatement. “Yes. God help the male vampires.” His wife’s grandmother had been mated in her early forties and would no doubt go on the prowl as soon as possible. Although Kane knew a certain badass soldier named Oscar whom he’d bet on. “Let’s not tell Hilde today.”
Laughter bubbled up from Amber. “That’s a deal.”
He lifted her and retraced his steps to the stone-wall shower, twisting the knob and setting his mate under the warm stream.
She gasped and shut those stunning dark eyes, emitting a low, sexy moan of pleasure that shot straight to his cock.
