ThatUrian believed.
Archie grabbed him in his huge paw of a hand.
What the hades? When Urian tried to fight him off, he only intensified his fierce hold.
“Stop it, Uri, before I slap you. I want to see how much damage you took from Thia.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my little brother and I don’t like to see you hurt.” Grimacing, he straightened his nose for him.
Urian hissed in pain. “Is it fixed?”
“Aye … you’re as pretty as my sister again.” He curled his lip. “That has to be painful.”
“Hurt less before you rebroke the bone.” Urian gingerly fingered it.
Archie scoffed at his irritable mood. “C’mon. Let me see you home.”
“I’m fine, Archie. Besides, your concern frightens me.”
“Then we’re even. Your stupidity scares me.” He slapped him on the arm. “You know where I am if you need me or a place to sleep today.”
Well, this night kept getting stranger and stranger. Baffled beyond his ability to cope, Urian decided to head home and check in with Xanthia. It seemed like the right and decent thing to do, given all that had transpired.
At least that was what his thought had been until he opened the door to his home and heard a most distinctive sound …
And he knew his daughter was far too young to be rutting with a man. Or his son.
His suspicions were foul enough. And he knew before he pushed open the door to his bedroom what he was about to walk in on. So the sight of his wife sprawled naked on top of another man didn’t shock him.
The fact that it was his brother-in-law did.
Only had it been Davyn would he have been more stunned. But the moment Erol’s blood-drunk gaze met his, he had an even more sickening realization.
This was why Archie had been sonice. So concerned about him. Xanthia must have made a pass at his brother earlier, and unlike Erol, Archie wasn’t a complete and unethical bastard. No doubt he’d wanted to warn him but hadn’t had the heart.
Instead, he’d offered Urian a place to stay.
Comfort for the fact that his wife was a whore …
“Wow … don’t I feel like an asshole. I turned down a queen so that you could screw an unscrupulous bum.”
Xanthia sat up and faced him without a bit of remorse in her eyes. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she glared at him. “Is that all you have to say?”
Not really. His head rang with a number of insults. Insults that his tongue begged him to unleash. But his children didn’t need to be awakened to such violence against their mother. “Just for you to get your scrawny ass off him so that I can kill him. Not because I give a shit who you spread your legs for, but because he did this to my beloved sister, and I don’t want to traumatize our children. So as soon as he’s dressed, I’ll take care of him … oh, and after this night, dear Xanthia, consider us divorced.”
June 27, 9506 BC
Urian’s head spun while Bethsheba came in his arms with a shrill battle cry. Laughing at her enthusiasm, he sank his fangs into her throat and let her blood invade his mouth so that he could feed on her sweetness. There was something about whenever she climaxed that made her all the tastier to him.
He didn’t know if it was something about her adrenaline or if it came from her being a different form of Daimon. Whatever it was, she made his senses reel. Quickening his strokes, he lost himself to her cries and her scent.
“Majesties?”
Urian cursed in frustration.
Sheba went rigid in his arms as her climax was cut in half. First lesson he’d learned when he’d moved in with her—make sure she was done completely with her orgasm before he finished or there would be hell to pay.
