Page 120 of The Satyr's Guilt
“No. He’s human. Our group’s called HumansFirst. Motherfucker. Get the one in my pants.”
“I am not putting my hand anywhere near yourjunk. Why do you think he’s human?” Ram grimaced.
“Mars let slip he’s an Englishman. Like fromEngland.”
“Here’s the million-dollar question. Whereare the vamps?”
“Best I know, they’re in the lab.” Stevenjack-knifed his body, trying to shake off the bugs.
Ram grabbed the prisoner’s shoulders tosteady him, swatting several bugs off. “Got them.” He stomped theground. “Can you draw us a map of how to get to the lab and itslayout?”
“Yes. Just get rid of the bugs.” Steven’sscreams, punctuated with sobs, bounced off the walls as he jerkedhis body back and forth.
Denim sneaked up behind Ram and clutched hisarm, whispering in his ear. “Please, stop.”
Ram scrubbed his free hand along his chin.“Okay. Take him back to his cell. Give him some paper so he candemo his artistic skills. And get the creepy-ass bug out of hisear.”
The older gaffer arched a brow.
Denim sighed as her body relaxed. Sheslumped against Ram. “Thank you.”
When Galena stepped alongside her, Denimleaned over to whisper into her ear. “Do those bugs do what hesaid?”
“Yep. Gives me the heebie jeebies justthinking about it.”
“Come on, doll. Let’s get out of here.” Ramled her to the door where he stopped. “Wait a sec. Be rightback.”
Out of her hearing, he huddled with Rein andGalena. “See if you can find out more about these Humans First nutjobs. After Denim’s ex draws a map of the lab and we verify it’slegit, you can kill him.”
“Don’t think we’ll have to, satyr.” Reinwiggled a finger in his ear. “The bugs will do the trick. Deathwill come slowly, though. Days. Weeks.”
Galena nodded.
Ram grinned. “I’m okay with that.”
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Celene awoke in another newbed with fresh sheets and a thick blue comforter. She nestled intoa generous pillow. After lying still for nearly a half hour, shetossed the covers aside and touched her feet to the floor. Largedark planks of wood. The bedroom where she had been moved to soonafter Jace’s escape had been carpeted.
Padding to the closet on the hard surface,Celene donned her familiar robe, glancing at the clothes onhangers.The same pants and shirts. Her gaze dropped.Same shoes.
She didn’t bother brushing her teeth in thebathroom. Washing her face or showering required too much effort.Though her fingers caught on tangles in her hair, she lacked theenergy to find a comb. Instead, she turned the doorknob and sloggedinto the kitchen. A coffee pot sat on the counter, but she was tootired to care. She opened a cabinet where a box of Frosted Flakesrested on the shelf.
Not hungry.
Four doors led from the new room. One wasthe bedroom she had exited. The other was the bathroom. Behind doornumber three was an exercise room. She twisted the knob on theclosed door. Locked. It probably went to the guards’ station.
Pulling out a chair, she slumped into it,leaning her elbows on the cold metal kitchen table, propping herhead in her hands. She twisted her neck to gaze at a clock on thewall. Seven. AM or PM? She had no idea. She chose to believe PM. Itfelt right.
Continuing to scan the room, she jumped up,punching a fist in the air.Yippee!The books were back. Newbookcase. Old, familiar books. She glanced over the titles untilshe foundThe Path.She fingered the volumes.
Pulling out her favorite book, she wasthankful it had been returned. She had just gotten to the good partwhen she’d been tagged and bagged the day after Jace’s escape.Celene flipped through pages until she reached the spot where shehad left off. Burrowing into the overstuffed chair covered in aworn plaid, she kicked her feet onto an ottoman. Gahya had summonedOhngel, and while he seemed to have a problem with her, he had noproblem screwing her brains out.
His flesh still hard, Ohngel rolled onto anelbow, demanding, “Disrobe.” He gazed with hunger as Gahya unpinnedthe fabric of her peplos from her shoulders, giving Ohngel betteraccess to her flushed and heavy breasts. He molded his hand tothem, squeezing, pinching her nipples until they were tightpebbles.
Twisting the goddess onto her back, hebunched her skirt at her waist, baring her to his view as hisfingers sought the folds of soft moist skin at the V of her thighs.When he rubbed her slick cleft, she rewarded him with a moan.
Ohngel slipped one finger inside theGenitrix’s wet channel. “So warm. So ready.”
