Page 103 of The Satyr's Guilt
When Ram returned, he was cradling twosteaming sandwiches in his palms. He handed one off to Denim,unwrapping the other for himself.
Rather than take a bite, she watched Ramopen his mouth to chomp down. “Well?”
Her eyes widened, expectant, as if she hadasked him to unzip his pants and take her into the alley for a goodfuck. Did everything about Denim make him think of sex?
Yep.
His lips spread into a grin. “It’s almost asgood as an orgasm. No lie. The best.”
Smirking at his answer, she unwrapped hersand bit into it.
When she opened her mouth, Ram’s mind took aU-turn. Now she was on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock.Talk about a mouthful of sandwich with secret sauce.Damn.He needed more coital time with the human witch before his ballsexploded.
When a blob of mayonnaise landed on herlower lip, it started sliding toward her chin. Ram stepped closerto swipe it off with his finger. He figured it was better thanusing his tongue, which was what he wanted to do. He sucked thecoated digit into his mouth. “Yum.”
Denim’s rush of arousal made him hungry totouch, to feed the satyr. When she laughed, the sound went right tohis dick.Gahya. Soon.He had needs.A little touch. Alittle taste. What could it hurt?
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders,getting the usual jolt as he snacked on her sexual stirrings.Unfortunately, it made him hungrier. What he wouldn’t give for thefull-course Denim meal.
Wrong time. Wrong place.
They both dumped their empty wrappers in thetrash before they rounded the corner leading into the alley nearthe portal.
“Rein Man.” Ram greeted the Firebrand’s icyblue stare.
“Where are Galena and Thorn?” askedDenim.
“They’re still walking and talking. It’sonly us for now. Let’s search the area, see if anything points towhat happened to the vamps. I’ll take this…”
A bullet pinged past Ram, traveling toRein’s shoulder.
“Fuck.” The vampire Firebrand grabbed thewound as blood spurted from it. “Grab cover.” He raced to the otherside of the alley, finding a deep alcove.
Ram couldn’t help it. He shoved Denim to hisrear, forcing her behind a huge green trash dumpster while morebullets whizzed by.
Pursing her lips, she smacked Ram’s arm.“Knock it off.”
“Why? Are you bulletproof?” He peeked aroundthe edge of the cover, ducking back again when ammo glanced off themetal. “Can you see them from your angle?”
“No. Damn. I think one of them is shootingfrom the doorway.”
Rein must have spied the same shooter,because he barreled toward the guy, rolling out like a tank. But hewas three times faster, four times deadlier.
Ping. Ping.
Two shots hit the vampire Firebrand, hisbody jerking each time as he charged forward.
Ping.
Again. He dropped to the ground, imitating arhino blasted by hunters armed with elephant guns.
“I’ve got to get Rein before they grab him.Cover me, doll.”
Denim laid down a shower of bullets as Ramblurred his way to Rein with satyr speed. Clutching under hisshoulders, he pulled him behind their dumpster.
“Is he alive?” asked Denim.
Ram refused to consider any otheralternative. He touched two fingers to Rein’s neck. “Still pumpingblood, but his pulse is thready. Let’s make fast work of theseassholes.”
