Page 67 of The Satyr's Guilt
“Beware hubris,” Ohngel whispered.
Below, the incubus rose, fastening his pantsas he offered a hand to his succubus companion. The female allowedthe assistance. Unfolding from the ground, she smoothed her peplos.A sated grin plumped her cheeks. With their fingers laced, thecouple strolled along a path lined with scented flowers, the sunshining on the female’s burnt umber hair, her skin rosy from thesample of her companion’s lifeforce acquired when they joined.
“They are happy, Ohngel. What is wrong withtheir joy from copulation?”
“Desire runs strong in your creatures,feeding them, powering them. Do you not think this propensity forpleasure bodes danger?”
She trailed her fingers between her breastsand downward to stroke her abdomen.
Ohngel traced her movements, his lidsgrowing heavy. He was a soft touch for a female’s body.
She smiled. “I like my creatures to craveflesh. I enjoy when you hunger for mine.”
Ohngel unlaced his breeches, shedding themto fist his aroused cock. Damn thing had a mind of its own.
With a raspy voice, Gahya offered, “Let me.”She fluttered her eyelashes in feigned innocence, a coquettishgesture that hardened his already aching shaft.
He ceased stroking himself to sink onto theground, rolling to his back.
Gahya threw herself beside him, her handwrapping around his need.
Ohngel stretched his wings beneath him,spreading his thighs, kicking up a knee to give the Genitrix betteraccess. When he folded his arms under his head, his bicepsflexed.
“This pleases me,” she said as she strokedhim from crown to base, her lips moistened by her tongue.
Ohngel’s eyes glinted like crystals, morepenetrating than flint-tipped arrows.
With one hand still manipulating his solidflesh, Gahya tossed her hair over her shoulder, the gesturefamiliar to him. It spoke of self-absorption, vanity, and a desireto possess. “I make you feel, Ohngel. Give me that.”
He squeezed his hand over hers, making hergrip his shaft tighter. Together they pumped his phallus as hemoaned, his eyes rolling in pleasure.
“I am almost there, Genitrix. Do not stop.My balls are about to explode.” His hips surged. He rocked, hisrelease shooting into the air.
Surprised, Celene jumped off the couch,gripping the book to her chest when a demon guard burst through thedoor. He raced toward her, grabbing her arm while he snatched ThePath from her hands. As he pulled her through the other room, shefought, biting, screaming. “Where are you taking me?”
Her jailer growled, snarled, but gave noanswer.
Outside, another guard threw ablack hood over her before he tossed her into the backseat of avehicle. Doors slammed, the engine rolled over, and they sped off,leaving the house where they had imprisoned her with Jace. Justwhen The Path was getting good.
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Nico slumped into the overstuffed couch atthe Blood Shed, fisting a drink. With Sabine at his side, life wasgreat. If only the nymph beauty queen could get loose. She wasstrung tighter than an ylve’s bowstring. He’d kowtowed to Kole’sorders. She was still his nanny. What more did she want?
They’d spent weeks tracking the movements ofArisen Dawn, though stakeouts were not his favorite pastime. Sure,he’d enjoyed his rash foray into the warehouse, but things weresettling into the same ol’ same ol’. He’d rather be investigatingproblems in New Orleans.
The only thing making his current assignmentbearable was Sabine. He admitted, if only to himself, he had thehots for the female Firebrand. She could probably slam him againstthe wall.Hell.That sounded good. Against the wall. Body tobody. His arousal grinding into her belly. Her Barbie porn-queenbreasts punching into his chest.
“Are you listening to me, Abello?” Sabineplopped her boots onto the table alongside his.
“Sure.”
“Yeah? What did I say?”
“You said you’re getting tired of trailingafter Arisen Dawn and would rather be out kicking ass.”
“That’s not what I said. Just like a male.You never listen.”
“You should have been saying that. And don’tlump all males into the same shit hole.”
