Page 15 of The Satyr's Guilt
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Sandwiched between What’s-her-name andAmylyn, Ram spotted Galena across the room whispering to anewcomer. A human with chestnut hair hanging seductively over oneeye. It caressed her shoulders in big waves and bounced with eachanimated gesture as she talked. Her brows arched above sparklingirises, the same shade as her hair. Her full lips were tinted pink.A snug blue top exposed the swells of her gorgeous twins. Ample.Just the way he liked them.
Ram’s eyes flashed green, and he fed fromthe plentiful arousal in the air at the Shed, including the vibescoming from the stranger at Galena’s table. Human females werecatnip.
Too bad they were breakable.
He straightened, boosting his elbows off thebar. “Ladies, hands off.”
Taking the hint, they changed their target.“Hey, big guy, want a threesome in the back?” asked Amylyn asWhat’s-her-name on the other side rushed toward his carnal demonfreron.
Hmm. They are into doing a group hug.
Brak surveyed the witch and crooked his lipsinto a grin, his gaze crawling over her friend as well. Apparentlyliking what he saw, he finished his drink and slammed it on thebar. “Let’s go. I have something I think you’re gonna love. Ifyou’re good, I’ll let you use it like an all-day sucker.”
As the three walked off arm-in-arm,What’s-her-name giggled.
“You sick?” Tyr tossed back another BlackBush.
“Naw. I spotted something interesting.”
Turning, Tyr followed Ram’s gaze. “She’shuman.”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t like human females.”
“Do you know about the catnip syndrome?”
“Never heard of it.”
“Tasty stuff but dangerous. It’s best if Ikeep my Prada brogues planted right here.”
Since he’d been scrutinizing the female’smerchandise, however, four males had idled by Galena’s table,sizing up the human. Two stopped to chat. Though satyrs couldn’tread minds like some powerful vamps, he knew what they werethinking. It was enough to make Ram kick into protective mode.
What the hell. A chat can’t hurt. No harm.No foul.
Against his better judgment, he orderedthree beers. Gripping the necks in one hand, he strolled toward hisAmazonfreron’stable, putting swagger into his walk,advertising his goods with a prowling stride.
Tyr signaled the bartender for another,shouting over the noise, “Have at her, satyr. I think I’ll standhere getting shit-faced.”
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“Oh, damn. Here he comes.” Denim watchedraw, coiled energy stalk toward her. She finger-combed a length ofhair over her scar. It was only two inches long, running from theoutside corner of her right eye onto her cheekbone, but thememories with it were soul deep. If Ram was perfection, she wasdamaged goods.
The guy had a cocky walk, one which said heknew he was hot. His gait was loose and easy, his thigh musclesflexing with each step. His chest moved in rhythm with hisstrides.
“What’s it gonna be?” Galena tossed an armover Denim’s shoulders.
“I’m done with X-rated man-whores. I deservea nice man who wants a white picket fence and 1.93 children.”
“Sounds boring. Ram’s not that kinda guy.But if you weaken, you can do him in a backroom. We’re cool here.Everyone comes to the Shed to relax. No shame. No judgment.Aeternals have overactive libidos. It’s in our DNA. If we don’tfind release, all hell breaks loose.”
A smiling vampire sauntered over to theirtable, the tips of his fangs exposed. Before he could chat, Ramarrived to give him a head bob which saidshoo. The guyobliged, looking happy to get away with his balls intact.
“Galena.” Ram dipped his chin. “Who’s yourfriend?”
He was tall enough Denim had to bend herneck unless she wanted to talk to his groin. When she gazed up attwo hundred and forty pounds of pulchritudinous muscled he-man, shenearly gasped. She was pretty sure her dazed expression told himshe wanted to jump his bones.
