She looked up at him with anguished eyes. “Liam, I can’t be your mate. I only came to Shiftertown to get help building my defense for Brian. I’m fine with you keeping Fergus off my back, but I can’t move into your house to become a Shifter baby-making machine. You’re crazy if you believe I’ll agree to that.”
He traced circles on her shoulders. “I’d never believe you’d do anything you don’t really want to, Kim Fraser.”
Kim broke his hold, got to her feet, and reached for her clothes. “You got that right.” She pulled on her jeans in short jerks. “Now if you’ll take your family and go home, I really have a lot of work to do. I’m seriously behind.”
“All right.”
She stopped and stared at him. “You agree? Just like that?”
“Just like that, love.”
“Stop calling me ‘love.’ ”
Liam chuckled. “Now that, I can’t do.”
He watched Kim’s br**sts softly bounce as she scrabbled for the rest of her clothes. He wouldn’t push her now—she was human, this was sudden, and it would take her time to get used to him. But Kim was his. His mate, his lover.
All mine.
She finished dressing and hurried out of the bathroom. Liam followed, not bothering with his clothes. He paused on the landing to watch her hips sway as she ran lightly down the stairs.
As angry and confused and hurt as she was—and as likely to make his life hell—Kim glowed with beauty. Her body was covered with Liam’s scent, filled with their lovemaking. Beautiful, beautiful Kim.
Liam went down the stairs after Kim. Below him, she stopped abruptly, noting that the TV was dark, the living room quiet. Sean and Connor looked at her with innocent faces.
Connor grinned. “Everything all right up there? I thought the ceiling might come crashing in.”
Kim flushed. “Where’s Dylan?”
“Gone,” Sean said. “Took the bus back to Shiftertown. Dad does his own thing.”
“I see,” she said, clearly flustered. “I can call a taxi for the rest of you.”
Sean shook his head. “No need. Dad said he’d be back to fetch us.”
Connor lost his smile. “Aren’t you coming home with us, Kim?”
Poor cub. He liked Kim, was ecstatic about the mating, and probably assumed Kim would instantly become one of them. Connor had much to learn about females.
“Now that Liam says Fergus is no longer a threat, I’m going to stay in my own home,” Kim said. “I didn’t mind helping out today, and thank you for the pancakes, but I’m kind of tired and have a lot of work to do.”
Liam shifted. His Fae-cat didn’t wait for him to ready himself, and for the first time in his life, the shift didn’t hurt. He leapt off the bottom step, the stairs creaking under his weight, and he tackled Kim. His big, sheathed paws sent her to the ground, and he landed on top of her, balancing so he wouldn’t crush her.
In this form he could truly smell her, and she was better than the best field of blossoms. She combined her scent and his in perfect proportion, the sign of a perfect mate.
Kim tried to squirm out from under him. “Liam, what are you doing? Someone get this big cat off me.”
Liam didn’t mind her wriggling while his brother and nephew laughed at them. He swiped her face from chin to forehead with his large tongue, shifting back to human form as she turned her head and cried, “Eeewwww.”
Incredibly, Liam did leave with his family, and Kim found herself alone in the house. She’d expected Liam to stay on his overprotective kick and insist she come back with them to Shiftertown for the night. Or maybe move his whole family to her house so they could watch satellite TV, she wasn’t sure.
But Liam had gone back upstairs, put on his clothes, and herded Connor and Sean out through the garage just as Dylan pulled a big pickup into her driveway. As the others piled in, Liam slid his arms around Kim and kissed her.
“You rest now,” he said, smoothing her hair. “We’ll talk later.”
Kim’s lips tingled and she wanted more, but she made herself step back. “I’m going to work in the morning. I’m not dropping the case, whatever Fergus might think.”
“I know.” Liam lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “You wouldn’t be yourself if you dropped it. But as you like to say, we need to talk.”
Kim suddenly, inconsistently, didn’t want him to leave.
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
Liam brushed another warm kiss to her lips and walked out. Kim resisted the urge to rush after him, to tell him to come back, to beg him to stay.
What was the matter with her? Liam and his family had imprisoned her in Shiftertown, and then she’d driven them a hundred or so miles to the middle of nowhere so she could endure the abuse of Fergus the Irish biker thug.
Then why did her heart ache as the pickup backed away, all four Morrissey men squished into the cab? Liam must have brainwashed her with his fine blue eyes and incredible smile, not to mention intense, mind-blowing sex.
As Kim closed the door, the emptiness of the house pressed on her. The TV was dark and quiet, no male voices raised in jubilation. She stood in the middle of the living room and felt the silence.
Kim went through the rest of the afternoon on automatic. She showered, trying not to gaze at the rug where she’d ridden Liam so ecstatically. The tactile memory of his body on hers, of every finger press, every kiss, every slide of skin on skin was imprinted on her. Kim had never had sex like that in her life.