The pork chop image wasn’t helped a few minutes later when Bethsheba came up and grabbed the knot of his girdle to pull him out of the room.
Urian started to pass a look of “help me” toward his father, but given the fact his father had thrown him to the she-wolves, he figured it would be useless. His father seemed to think he should be enjoying the attention.
“Are you planning to diggle me in the street, or do you have a destination in mind?”
She smiled seductively. “Don’t you have a home?”
“I do, and it’s filled with a wife and two children who would be most upset to have you bang me in front of them.”
“You’re rather hostile about this. I’m beginning to think you don’t want to have sex.”
He gave her a droll stare. “You think?”
“You don’t?”
Was she serious?
“Not likethis.”
That seemed to stun her into silence. At least she finally let go of the knot over his crotch.
Urian straightened his clothes. “Contrary to what you think you know about men, Bethsheba, we don’t like being treated like whores any more than a woman does.”
“Is it that, or do you feel threatened by a powerful woman?”
He laughed at her challenge. “Have you met Apollymi, or my wife for that matter? Trust me, you’re quite paltry in comparison. Powerful women don’t frighten me. I prefer them to weak ones.”
“Then why are you so standoffish with me?”
“Because of the way you’ve treated me. I’m not a bitch to bark at your command.”
And speaking of strong women …
“What is this?” Xanthia materialized so fast by his side that she almost bonded their DNA together. One more heartbeat or step and she would have caused a tragic biological mistake.
“What is what?” he asked drolly.
“A new wife?” she shrieked. “Did I hear that correctly? You’re planning to marry someone else?”
Praise Apollymi for their small community. Bad news traveled so much faster than the good.
Sighing, Urian decided it was probably time he introduced the two women. “Xanthia, meet Bethsheba.”
“The hades to Kalosis I will!” She shoved Bethsheba back. “You lay one fang to my husband and you will find yourself toothless and bald, bitch!”
Urian quirked a brow at Bethsheba. “What was that you were saying about weak women?”
Xanthia turned toward him with the wrath of the Furies in her eyes. “You don’t speak. Maybe never again!”
Strangely pissed and amused by that comment, he held his hands up and decided to stay out of this particular fight since it wasn’t one he wanted to be in to begin with. “Aye, my love.”
Out of nowhere, Paris appeared at his back and draped himself against Urian’s spine. He wrapped his arm around his neck and rested his chin on Urian’s bare shoulder. “This looks quite interesting and entertaining. What have you gotten yourself into now, brother?”
“Not sure.”
Bethsheba shoved Xanthia back. “Don’t you ever dare touch me again without invitation.”
“And don’t you even think of touching my husband’s loins.”
