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Her sex life wasn’t as active as mostnymphs, but it wasn’t ho-hum either. Unfortunately, she hadrequirements. Males must respect her for more than a hot bod andoff-the-chart pheromones. In turn, they must be of worth. Nico wasa puzzle. Though he was a worthy male, she doubted he even knew shepossessed a brain. What was worse, she doubted he cared.
When he whispered in her ear, her sexualtension gathered into an explosive ball, heading straight for hisjaw. She regretted the blow, especially with the other Firebrandshaving a front row seat.
What do I expect from Nico? Flowers, candy,sweet words? Never happening.
“Hey, guys. There goes our human. He’sdragging a succubus into the backroom. You lost out tonight,Sabine. Way to go, Abello.” Tyr adjusted his pants, his face jewelsglinting even in the dim overhead light. “She looks fine.”
Sabine’s lashes flipped up. She caught Nicowith his hand low on the female’s waist, walking her through a doorinto the back.
“He recovered fast,” said Brak. “S’okay.You’ve still got me, nymphette.”
Her heart slammed into her chest, a squeezedlemon. “Yeah. Like I was holding out for you, demon.”
Keep it light. Don’t let them see.
“Hope your eyes aren’t on me,” said Chay.“I’m taken.”
Rein held up a hand. “Me, too. And I neverthought I’d say that.”
“It’s none of you losers.” She chugged herdrink. “I’ve got a real male. A big male.” Her hands spread apart,showing just how large he was. “He’s waiting for me, naked andprimed. The longer he waits, the better he is when I come. Home,that is.”
They laughed when she pushed off from thecouch.
Like herfrerons, Sabine tossed outsmutty innuendos. They all did it, not only because mostAeternals had exceedingly active libidos but also because it washow they coped with the job. Stress, sex, booze. The triple playwas hot-wired into them.
Sabine tossed a carefree wave when sheheaded out, never letting on how Nico crushed her when he tookanother female into the backroom.
Hoots and hollers followedher to the exit.
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Nico returned to the table, another drink inhand.
How many was that? Who’s counting?
He noticed Sabine had split. Good. He wasdoing nothing but fucking up with her. What he wanted was to bestrong. To protect her. To be an asset to the Firebrands. Instead,he kept taking. He was never on the giving end of the biz.
“How was she?” The giant carnal demonstraightened, rolling his shoulders.
Enough about the nymph who has my balls in aknot.
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Cause you’re a gentleman,” said Chay.
Nico nodded, splashing whiskey as he ploppedonto the couch.
Tyr fingered the silver bar piercing hisbrow. “I might try my luck with your succubus. You didn’t wear herout, did you? Wait. You’re a human with a small prick. She probablyneeds a big warlock to get off good.”
“We aren’t going to whip out our dicks andlay them on the table, are we?” asked Nico. “Cause I’m pretty sureI’d win.”
“Really?” Brak pointed to his crotch.“Carnal demon here. I’m hung like a Darque questing beast. Come tothink of it, I’d make them a little jealous. Of course, myfreronshave travel-size penises.”
Rein shook his head as he kept drinking.
“Yeah? But rumor has it you can’t get astiffy.” Tyr shrugged after the pronouncement.
“What? Who said it? It’s not true. Hey, man.I can pop a chub whenever I want. I’ll prove it.” Brak went for hiszipper.
