Page 31 of The Firebrand
To an Aeternal, the time was an eyedropper of water in the vast ocean.
But Ram’s guilt was a burden he would carry always. Even the Firebrands closest to him knew only that humans were his trigger.
Grab a female. Get drunk. Forget.
He and hisfreronsaimed for their usual cluster of tables and couches, patrons clearing the way. Ram settled his gigantic frame into well-used cushions, an ankle crossed over his opposite knee. He was self-assured in a fashion-savvy, cream-colored Italian turtleneck, tan silk pants, and coordinating Ferragamo loafers. His gaze beelined for female entertainment. Then booze.
Priorities.
He spotted a witch whose ass-high skirt, thigh boots, and curves made his cock twitch. He winked. When he crooked his finger, she sprang up.Oh, yeah. Excellent choice.As she sashayed toward him, her breasts jiggled, barely confined by the low-cut tank.
“Brak, Galena, you drew short straws to get the beer.” Ram shouted orders at his companions, all the while eyeing the bouncy witch.
Before drinks arrived, Jezzi, sleek in her leather pants, broke off from the group to prowl toward a wide-chested shifter with multi-colored hair. Four-inch black ankle boots replaced her usual Firebrand bootwear. Before she reached the male’s table, he sniffed the air, leaving his seat to overtake her. He wrapped a beefy forearm around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss. Snapping onto his hand, she tugged him along until they disappeared behind a backroom door.
Soon after, the witch slid her stilt-long legs against Ram, crushing him with her breasts, palming his turtlenecked chest.
Brak returned with a couple of growlers. “Demon’s finest, guys. Pure Hell.”
Galena slammed frosted mugs onto the table, lifting the pitcher to pour a round. They chugged their beers. Then another.
“Be sure to keep … um … this female’s glass full.” Ram stumbled, not remembering the name of the witch who now had one hand up his light-weight wool sweater. When she giggled, playing with his nipple, his erection popped into overdrive.
Tyr tapped Brak on the shoulder. “I think that succubus over there wants you, himbo.”
Brak, nearly 300 pounds of hard muscled carnal demon, edged forward in his seat, his elbows on his knees. “Fuck. That’s Ginger. I swore I wouldn’t do her again, but look at that short skirt. Those tits. How can I not? Excuse me.” With his eyes sparkling like sapphires, he power-walked over to the succubus who rested against a nearby wall, her tongue sweeping her upper lip. When he got close, she fisted his white shirt, yanking him in for a kiss.
Ram lifted his head off the back of the couch to watch Brak. “Damn. He’s rocking some serious succubus action.” The witch beside him must have taken his comments as a slight because she moved her free hand to his crotch.
The Amazon Galena propped her long legs on the coffee table, her shoulder-length black hair swinging to the side when she glanced at the demon. Obviously not impressed, she reached for the growler, pouring another beer.
“Hey, Brak,” Tyr shouted, “take it into the backroom.”
With the succubus pinned, theirfreronrocked his hips, her skirt riding above her thighs. “Tell that to Chay,” he yelled over his shoulder, giving Tyr the finger, though not missing a beat as he pounded into the female.
Gotta give it to carnal demons. They could multi-task. The guy was pumping hard now, the wall taking major hits as he was about to shoot his wad.
“Where?” Ram asked, only mildly interested because the witch was about to carry him into oblivion.
Tyr gestured in Chay’s direction.
Ram and Galena looked where the warlock with the silver face jewels pointed.
“Yeah, he’s got no class.” The Amazon laughed. At that moment, a berserker, beaucoup braids tapping his shoulders, whispered in her ear. When she shook her head, he shrugged, moving on.
No one approached Tyr, whose facial metal accessories yelled stay-the-fuck-away-from-me. His black spiked hair was still in place despite the ride over on his Ninja H2R bike at top speed.
Ram grasped the witch’s hand, stopping the rub-a-dub-dub action. “Watch the pants,” he snapped.
“Why don’t you take me in the back then or drop them right here?”
“Get lost. Not feelin’ the mood just now.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not tonight. Maybe you’ll get lucky another time.” Ram let her storm off without a second thought about what he was missing.
“Whoa, Ramirez. Passing up a hand job is so not like you,” said Galena. “Sick or something?”
