Page 33 of The Satyr's Guilt
Her shallow breaths turned to gasps as shepushed harder against his chest. “Let me out, now. Now!”
Ram stepped away, allowing Denim to escape,but she stumbled when she slipped under his arms.
He grabbed an elbow. As she turned around,her eyes wide with fear, he snapped his hand back. “Damn, female.It was just a kiss. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t like to be trapped.” She inhaledand exhaled in a slow, calming rhythm. Just a kiss? His lips wereheavenly, but she panicked. Just like… No. Ram was not Steven. Sheneeded to stop thinking every man was an abuser like her ex.
Ram’s arms hung loose at his side. “I’msorry.”
“We’re partners. No kissing. Ever.” Denimshook a finger at the satyr.
“Ever?”
She steadied herself, able to think moreclearly without the dangerous-but-gorgeous Firebrand pressedagainst her. “Do you kiss all the female Firebrands?”
“You’re not a Firebrand.” He grimaced. “Imight have kissed a few from different strongholds. Never from myown.”
“You’re a lost cause,cher.” Herboots thumped on the sidewalk, leading away from Ram.
“Aw, come on. Give me a break here.”
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What a dumbass move! But her lips were assoft as Ram imagined. He didn’t have to work too hard to get intoher mouth either. Her tongue tangled with his willingly, and hesmelled her arousal. No masking the sweet scent of hot-to-trot. Thekiss was not one-sided.
Without thinking, he’d fed from her. Justthe sampler pack. She was delicious. He might be up for aseven-course meal despite the fact she was human.Just oncewould satisfy his curiosity. Afterward, he could move on. WouldDenim consent to a one-night deal? ’Cause it was all he had inhim.
Alone with his thoughts since his partnerwas silent, he went on alert as they neared the last portal siteoff Jackson Square, the one where he’d run into the three humanmales.
At the entrance to the alley, Ram threw outan arm, shoving Denim behind him. He flattened her between a brickwall and his body. When she struggled to move around him, heapplied more pressure while he peered around the corner.
“What is it?” She pushed against him.“Move.”
“No. Don’t know yet, but I’ll check itout.”
“I should be the one. I’m less intimidating.Plus, I have the added benefit of not being an Aeternal.”
He popped around in her direction. “No way.I go. I can hide in my satyr mist, cloak, be invisible.”
“Sure, but you can’t ask questions.”
True. Besides, he was certain the minute hecloaked himself and rolled out, Denim would fly into the alleybehind him, unprotected.
Dilemma.
She spoke in a harsh whisper. “Use yourhead. I’m the smarter choice.”
“You think I’ll let you take a bullet forme?”
“What?”
Now she sounded pissed. Given how oftenpeople responded this way to his statements, it wasn’t a newexperience. Ram ignored her.
He pulled rank. “As lead for this mission,I’m ordering you to stay here.”
She sputtered, but he knew she’d obey theorder.
Before he could cloak, four males staggeredalong the center of the alley. Holding each other up, they stumbledout the entrance and continued along the street. Just drunkenrevelers. He listened while he scanned the area. Nothing else. Hesignaled they could enter.
