His nose twitched slightly in annoyance. He wasn't any woman's. The only girl he belonged to was his daughter. Medusa, Dite, they were entertainment. It would be difficult for any woman to wiggle into his heart, even Amphitrite if she were to ever show her face again. His daughter had command of that spot in his heart. Had he let her been thrown to her mother, things would have been different.

He pushed her mouth open slowly, giving her a rough taste of his own tongue, enough to send shivers down her spine. "Glad we have an understanding."