Chapter Eleven

After five long weeks of dealing with Aphrodite, I was so ready for my bonding ceremony. It would be held in less than twenty-four hours and Aphrodite was not invited. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Tonight, was the bachelorette party. Detja and the girls had taken off to arrange the entertainment and food. Me? I got stuck rummaging through an old box of party supplies. I had just pulled out an enormous rubber penis when Hothar popped in.

"There will be no bachelorette party," he stated firmly.

My eyes widened. He had on his scary war commander's face. Like that was going to work. "Why are you so dead set against us having a party?"

Hothar raised an eyebrow and plucked the large rubber penis from my hand. "This."

"It's used in a game called pin the hose on the fireman."

"The only hose you will be touching is mine."

"Aw, c'mon, it's made out of rubber and Detja gave her approval for the party."

"Zarek revoked it."

"What? He did? I bet he's sleeping on the couch tonight."

Hothar gave me his death stare.

"I don't know why you're so lathered up. After dealing with Aphrodite's craziness, I need a little fun."

"Fun? Watching a strange male strip?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Who told you that?"

Hitch peeped over Hothar's shoulder. Meow.

"You snitched us out?"

Meow. Meow. Meow.

"It sorta slipped out and you're really sorry?"

Meow.

"You're only sorry that you got caught."

Skye stormed in wearing edible underwear. "You won't believe what that bastard did." She skidded to a stop. "And I bet he's in on it too."

"He is. Hitch, the snitch, blabbed."

Hothar's impersonal gaze studied Skye as he sniffed the air. "Why does she smell like chocolate?"

"It's my edible underwear," Skye answered.

"Edible?" Interest filled Hothar's eyes. "You have more?"

My body trembled at the thought of him eating it off me. "Boy, do I. You get to choose between chocolate and strawberry."

"Excellent." Hothar placed a series of slow, shivery kisses on my mouth. "Soon, we will be as one."

I sucked on his tongue the way I would his penis. An evil smile curled my mouth as his hips bucked. "I really, really need to party."

"And you will." Hothar retaliated by stroking my clit until I moaned. "Tonight, we are going on a date."

"Date?" I gasped out loud. "A real date? With dinner and dancing?"

"I am taking you to the Rusty Spurs."

I did a little jig. "I love that place."

"Sounds fun." Skye sank down on a chair with a dejected sigh.

Vorian appeared in the room, and his lustful gaze roamed over Skye. "We are going too."

"We are!" Skye shot out of the chair. "But I don't have anything to wear!"

"Don't worry. We're the same size and I'll get you decked out like a proper cowgirl." I turned my gaze on Vorian. "But we'll need to take him shopping."

"Shopping?" The horror in Vorian's voice was hilarious.

Hothar smirked. "I believe General Jones has provided you with the proper clothing."

"Please tell me he's not chaperoning us," I groaned.

"I cannot, because he is."

"Whoopee."