Page 82 of The Satyr's Guilt
“No. Why?”
“What?” Had he spoken aloud? He didn’t thinkso.
“You asked if I knew why Jonquil wanted thisdinner party? I don’t.”
He laughed. “To get us together. She thinksI’m lonely.”
“Are you?”
“I have Jonquil. I have the Firebrands.”
“That’s a non-answer answer. Explainsomething to me. You’re a satyr. Only males are satyrs, andJonquil’s mother was human. What’s Jonquil?”
“All male offspring of satyrs are puresatyr. All female children, no matter the mother’s breed orspecies, are nymphs. We shoot strong seed.”
“I see.” Denim lowered her lids, her lacylashes forming a stunning fan.
Talk about emptying his nuts gave him anerection which rubbed against his pants. He shifted to get morecomfortable. Except it was difficult to get loose with a hard-onand his daughter in the other room.
Ram always kept his lovers, or to beaccurate, his one-night fucks, far from his life with Jonquil.Denim was the first female other than relatives or Firebrands whohad come into this house. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Hewas damn certain he didn’t like having his dick stand up and salutewith his young daughter a room away.
Denim is dangerous. She makes me wantsomeone to sit with after dinner, to share stories with. How wasyour day? Shitty. Oh, baby, I am so sorry. How was yours?
Here he was, his emotions on his sleeves.How metrosexual of him. He almost sounded sensitive. A loud warningbell rang in his mind.
She took a sip of wine, shifted in her seat,and snuggled against his chest. “Have you gotten close to anyoneelse?”
“Never. No one except you has ever temptedme. I’ve been trying to get into your pants since I first saw you.I wish I had known all I had to do was wave my kid in front of youand tell a sad story,” he whispered, hoping the pest didn’t hearhim.
“Are you always going for shock effect?”
He would be smart to keep a distance. He’dnever been attracted to anyone the way he was to her, includingJonquil’s mother.
“Shock effect, doll. I’m about theshock.”
“Stop calling me ‘doll.’ I’m not a wide-eyedfragile piece of china and stuffing.”
“Don’t I know it. I was thinking more like afemale Chuckie.”
Denim laughed. “I can go with that.”
He adjusted the uncooperative swollen cockin his pants.
Denim leaned away from his grasp to set herglass on the table. “Answer a question.”
“Sure.”
“I may be out of line, but the answer’simportant to me. How often do you feed?”
His brows arched. “Every day.”
“How have you been handling it?”
Ram leaned forward to stare into her eyes.“Fucking isn’t necessary for feeding. I can touch anyone who’shot-to-trot. If it’s a snack, I have to load up more often, but Idon’t need to screw. Fortunately, there are a lot of hornyAeternals running around. If a crowd gathers in one spot, I don’teven need to go skin to skin to absorb the lust. The air is filledwith arousal.”
“So, you don’t necessarily have sex when youfeed?”
Ram drew a deep breath. Might as well let iteverything hang out. “Denim, I haven’t been with another femalesince I met you.”
