Page 163 of The Satyr's Guilt
Denim agreed. “Too many sedatives in yoursystem. Them and the … uh … surgery they performed.” Her eyesmoistened.
Ram peeked under the lightweight blanket,lifting his hospital johnnie. An angry red slash ran the length ofhis chest and abdomen.No shit. Without feeding, he was infor a long recovery. “Memories are coming back. Dax said you letloose a big storm?” He glanced at Denim, trying to scoot into asitting position.
“You’d be proud. I went all thunder andlightning. I’ll need a witch coach soon before I do real damage.And don’t move like that. Let me help.” She pushed his shouldersflat to the mattress and levered the back of the bed up higher.
“Better. Thanks. How are you doing,pest?”
“I’m great, Daddy. I’m happy you’re not lostanymore.”
A smile curled the corners of his lips.Sounded like something Denim might have said. “Lost, huh? Whostayed with you?”
“I stayed with Denim. She says we’re bunkmates.”
The female bit her lower lip nervously, agrimace crossing her face. “I can explain. What else could I do?Your nanny or housekeeper…” She looked to Jonquil.
“Mara.”
“Yes. Her. Anyway. She was leaving town fora few days. I thought it best if Jonquil roomed with me. I hope youdon’t mind. I might have crossed some lines, but…”
“Hey. Stop rattling. You did the rightthing, doll.”
“Really?”
He nodded while Jonquil eyeballed him andDenim with a wide grin showing a bunch of well-brushed teeth.
“How did you like your visit, pest?”
“I had fun. We played games, dressed updolls, did each other’s hair. We read to each other atbedtime.”
“Hey. I do those things with you.” He pasteda pretend pout on his face.
Jonquil chuckled. “You don’t like dolls,and, no offense, Daddy, but Mara does my hair again after youleave.”
He humphed. “How about you go out and get mesome water? Give your dad some time here.”
“You need to feed.” Jonquil looked atDenim.
“I’m working on it, pest. Now, a littleprivacy, please.”
When Jonquil left, a healer peeked into theroom but backed out.
A grinning Ram shoved his blanket down andpulled up his hospital gown. He took his shaft in hand and stroked.“Come on, doll. Think of it as a big stick shift. I’ll lie here andlet you drive.”
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Denim wore nothing more than asatisfied smile when she slipped her shirt over her head andwiggled into her jeans again.
Ram’s skin had a healthier tone, and hisincision was less angry. “You know, I’ll need to feed often toheal.”
Denim fluffed her sex-messy hair. “Lucky me.I want to tell you…”
“I want to…” Ram pulled the cover up to hisgroin and rolled onto his side.
“You first,” said Denim.
He patted the mattress. “Curl up here.”
Denim crawled onto the bed and tuckedherself against Ram. As she trailed fingers across his brand, hismuscles bunched with each feathery touch.
