"So, if Ian is a Were, how did he wind up with a Fae talisman? And what happened to his Luna that she was able to conceive his children?" Dorian asks, setting his toiletry bag beside mine at the bathroom counter, then roots in it for his toothbrush with one hand. With the other, he gropes my bottom as I'm bent over the sink.
Squealing, I step out of the way, half because he might need the water—the other half is solely to dodge his nimble fingers. Continuing to brush my teeth, I prompt Sean to answer with a lift of my chin.
"Oh. Well, that's kind of a long and convoluted story."
Sean fists his t-shirt at the back of his neck, pulling it over his head and I nearly swallow my toothbrush as his gorgeous torso is exposed. Coughing, I rush to the opposite sink and clear my mouth of the foaming toothpaste, then resume brushing.
"He was born full-blooded Were. Another long line of alphas from Ireland—."
