Page 97 of The Satyr's Guilt
Kole sat back in his seat, but his lipscurled into a snarl.
Ram led the Firebrands out while Rein stayedto talk to Kole about the mission.
They headed to the armory, loading up withsharp things and guns which went boom. In the hall when he saw noone was looking, he brushed a hand across Denim’s curvy ass. “Wouldit do me any good to ask you to keep this nice thing behind me atall times?”
“Absolutely none, but I appreciate thecompliment about my ass.” She rested a hand on his arm. “I’mstarting to believe you can’t control your nasty protective streak.Hell. It kinda warms my heart. Here’s the thing, though. I’m going.It’s my job.”
“Yeah. I’m trying.”
“I sympathize.”
“For my sake, duck when you come through theportal. We might have a lynch mob waiting.”
She raised a brow. “Do I look stupid?”
Ram’s gaze crawled from the top of her headto the toes of her boots.No.She looked hot enough tosimmer his satyr blood, two short blades strapped across herbreasts and two swords jammed into sheaths on her back. The Glock,in its special holster, rested on her hip where her low-slungtight-assed BDUs rode. He’d like to drop her right here and takeher hard and fast.
Weapons. Foreplay. Yeah.
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Nico almost landed on hisass, digited there by a hot-cold nymph. He was tired of their songand dance. He wanted his old self back, the one who took what hewanted before he moved on. What was wrong with getting a little dryhump action? They were both fully clothed. Besides, she had beenall in favor there for a while. What was her problem?
“Damn, woman. You light up like a Christmastree. Then you go all virgin nymph.”
“I must be such a bitch.” She smoothed downher top even though it wasn’t wrinkled.
“What do you want from me?” Now he was mad.He did not confuse messages from chicks. She was asking him torelieve an itch. He was willing. He was able. He was hard.
Nico could tell she was about to snap backwith something bordering on snide. Instead, she punched a pin inhis anger balloon.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never metanyone who messes with my head as you do.” Sabine continued to patout imaginary wrinkles.
She threw ice water all over his temper.Nico’s glower softened. “What do you mean?” He stepped in close tothrow an arm around her waist, pulling her against him but notletting her feel his arousal.
What’s with this uncharacteristic urge to bea gentleman?
“How would I know what I mean. You can be anasshole, but I felt your kiss as far down as my toes.”
Nico grinned. “I’m your asshole, sweetness.It’s why you find me charming.” A hand slid up from her waist untilit rested under the weight of her perfect breasts.
“I don’t find you charming.”
“You do…” Suddenly, the door on theramshackle farmhouse flew open, and a male dressed in all blackfrom boots to neck except for a red insignia on his shoulder peekedout.
Holding it open with his foot, the guyexited, accompanied by another Arisen Dawn member in a similaruniform. They propped a man between them, holding him under hisarms, dragged him into the yard, and crossed to a tree. Winding achain around the victim, they secured him to the trunk.
“What is he?” Nico whispered to Sabine, allbusiness, dropping his hand from her breast.
“A warlock. A weak one. I don’t feel muchpower coming from him. The other males are ylves. What’s with theirblack uniforms?” Sabine pulled a double-bladed staff from thesheath on her back.
“This is the first time we’ve seen theseshitheads dressed like paramilitary. Like they’re ratcheting up thegame.”
One of the ylves backed up while he withdrewa bow. He nocked an arrow and pulled back the string.
“Wait,” yelled the treed warlock. “You gotit all wrong. I wasn’t gonna talk. I just want out.”
“Only two ways out. One, you’re toe-tagged.Two, you’re… No. I’m wrong. Only one way out,” said the bigger ylvewithout the bow.
