When a Liger Mates (A Lion's Pride #10) - Eve Langlais Page 0,1

in his muscles as it stood, stretched. Then suddenly it wasn’t a liger anymore but a big man with a shaggy head of hair. A naked man.

“Who are you?” Guillaume managed to exclaim.

“You may call me Law. Cousin to the young woman you tried to murder last month.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Guillaume blubbered. What was happening? How could this man be the liger he’d been petting only minutes ago? Sweat rolled down his temple and dripped off his cheek.

“I know what you’re doing here.” The man who called himself Law stepped forward.

“I don’t care what you think you know. You’re trespassing. My guards will shoot you if I ask.”

“What guards?” Law took a step forward, his eyes intent and deadly. “Let’s play a game, Guillaume. A game of the hunter and the hunted. Guess which one you’re going to be.”

“But you’re not human. That’s not fair,” Guillaume sputtered.

“And you’re going to tell me that the slaughter you’ve arranged here is fair?” Law smiled. Guillaume’s bladder constricted. “Payback’s a bitch. Are you ready to run for your life?” The blond goliath rolled his head, cracking his spine. Shrugged his shoulders.

“You can’t do this.” Guillaume had begun to hyperventilate.

Law stood still. “Five, four, three—”

The countdown spurred Guillaume into action. He ran for the patio doors leading onto the balcony. Surely there was someone on duty who could shoot the intruder.

As he emerged onto the terrace, three lions swaggered into view. Big. Tawny. And staring at his juicy ass.

“Fuck me!” he wheezed.

But it was only when they shifted in a way his mind refused to grasp, and stood as naked women, that he pissed himself.

An hour later, basking in the heat of the flames crackling from the lodge…

“I hate it when they pee themselves.” His aunt Lenore was the one to start the lament. “Way too easy to track. Takes all the fun out of it.”

“Not to mention who wants to touch them once they’re marinating in it,” Aunt Lacey declared, having already donned her one-piece pantsuit.

Lawrence wore a pair of pants and not much else as he watched the lodge burn. There would be no more hunts, not here at any rate, but fighting poachers remained a full-time job.

Aunt Lena, who was quite fond of cousin Miriam—the one shot and dumped in a river—stood by his side. “Miri is going to be pissed we took care of this without her.”

“We couldn’t wait, and she needed more time to recover.” Because his cousin had almost died. Being a lion shifter made her strong, but even they had to give themselves time to heal.

“I am hungry,” Lenore announced. “Bring on the meat.”

“I know a place,” Lacey declared.

“Does it offer only fake meat?” Lena asked with a scowl. “I don’t want any of that weird vegan stuff.”

“It’s not weird. It’s choosing to not eat possible distant family members.”

“I am not related to cows. And even if I were, I’d still eat them because they’re delicious.” A deliberate jibe.

“Savage.” Lacey’s lips pursed, and Lena flexed for battle.

It happened all too often. He stepped between his aunts.

“Now, ladies,” he chastised.

Aunt Lena shoved him out of the way. “We don’t need you getting involved, squirt.”

Squirt.

They still treated him like a child. “I’m a grown man,” he declared.

“Really? I couldn’t tell on account you’re still getting into trouble.” That was a matter-of-fact statement from Lenore.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he blustered.

“Ahem.” Aunt Lacey cleared her throat. “The incident with the Russians.”

“Was fixed without incident.”

“Only by accident. What about the Canadian-border thing a few months ago?” Aunt Lenore had one of those memories that could bring up every wrong thing he’d ever done.

“A misunderstanding.” Apparently having sex in the interview rooms was a no-no.

“You need a keeper,” Aunt Lacey stated.

“Not us,” piped in Aunt Lenore. “No offense, you’re like a son to me, but it’s time someone else took on the task.”

“I don’t need a keeper. I’m thirty-five years old. I am a well-regarded member of the Pride.”

“And it’s past time you settled down and got domestic,” Lacey replied pertly.

“None of you ever did,” he pointed out.

“Because I didn’t need a keeper,” Lena pointed out.

“And not entirely true,” Lenore complained. “I’ve been married.”

“Three times. We know,” chimed in his other two aunts with a roll of their eyes. Which would have set off another argument if their phones hadn’t all pinged at once.

“It’s him again,” muttered Lenore.

“For a guy who was never going to marry, he’s awfully pushy about it now,” said Lena with a sniff.

“I