Page 68 of The Satyr's Guilt
She turned onto her hip to face him, hertranslucent green eyes giving him a stare down. Wouldn’t you knowit, his irises dropped right to her tits, which were plumping overthe top of a body-hugging tank. He knew she was talking again, butdamnhe couldn’t focus on a word she was saying.
“You’re not listening. Remove your eyes frommy boobs.”
“You got me, Sabine. I can’t concentrate onyour lips when you’re flashing your breasts at me.”
“How would you like it if I stared at yourdick all the time?”
“You do.”
“What?” Her creased forehead said heirritated her. “Here. Do something useful. Get me another drink.”She jammed a glass into his hand.
Nico clasped onto it and wandered over tothe bartender. “Another for the lady and for me.”
When the guy slammed the drinks onto thebar, Nico leaned close. “Tell me about the backrooms. Do you rentthem? How does it work?”
“Which one you want? I’ll put it on theFirebrands’ tab.”
“Which is the best?”
“Four has the biggest bed.”
“It’ll do.” Nico sipped his whiskey on hisway to the table. Tyr, Brak, Chay, and Rein joined the festivities,chatting with his sexy partner. Setting Sabine’s glass in front ofher, he mulled over how to introduce the subject of fucking. He hadto be quiet around these assholes with super sensitive hearing.After one hook up with the nymph, he was certain he’d be able toconcentrate on his job.
Slamming his whiskey onto the table, he putan arm on the couch behind Sabine’s head, leaned over, andwhispered in her ear. He paused, waiting for a reaction. When hedidn’t get anything except an arched brow, his mouth crashed intoher plump, kissable lips. His tongue followed the smooth move.
She jerked away, sending a fist into hisjaw. The crack alone attracted every Aeternal in the bar,especially the Firebrands.
Nico might have been a little drunk, but heknew rejection when it hit him in the face.
“Man,” said Chay. “She got ya good. Here’ssome advice. Quit hitting on her.”
“Shut it,” said Sabine. “I don’t want helpfrom mated ylves.”
Chay raised his hands in surrender. “Justtrying to give an assist.”
“Do I look like I need it?”
The other Firebrands pinged their gazes fromSabine to the human. Show over. Then they returned to theirconversation.
Nico put fingers to his jaw, wiggling it. “Iget it, sweetness.” His words sounded light, but his snarlcontradicted them. “I won’t make the same mistake a secondtime.”
He tipped his glass to finish it off.Rising, he strode to the bartender again. After he ordered another,he put his back to the bar to survey the room. Grabbing his freshdrink, splashing dark golden liquid over the rim, he blunderedtoward a female target.
The Aeternal across the way was stacked,showing off her wares while she yucked with friends. When Nicoapproached, she stopped the chit-chat, batting her long, lacyeyelashes at him.
More like it. Yeah!
“You’re the prettiest womanin this bar. I’m the horniest bastard. How about a trip to theback?”
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Sabine closed her eyes, drawing in a breath.Nymphs, like satyrs, fed on arousal. Without the sustenance, they’ddie. Lust and cupidity packed the Blood Shed. The perfect place torelax or recharge. With no direct touch, however, her need wasbarely topped off. What was worse, her set-to with Nico drainedher. So, she continued with a little deep breathing, pulling thesurrounding sexual excitement in through her nose.
In all her years on the job, Sabine hadnever slept with another Firebrand, despite most of them beingready, willing, and adept. Because she was a nymph, they couldn’thelp but desire her. Since sexual appeal was built into her breed’sgenes, she was born to be a porn-fantasy trigger.
Nico was like the others.Right?Instead of accepting the expected response from him, she was pissedwhen he made his move. She wanted more from him than a quick fuckin the backroom.
Crazy.
