THE CURSED SATYROI: BOOK 1.5
LENGTH: SHORT STORY
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Strange things are happening at The Aegean Inn. Rumors of mysterious flute music and a horned shadow caught on camera inspire London to spend a night and see if there is truth to the hype. What she finds isn’t a ghost, but something much more erotic.
Cursed into an immortal life, Jacen isn’t prepared when London checks in to the B&B he and his fellow satyrs are running. For the first time in centuries, Jacen’s willing to break the rules for a woman. Can London handle his secret, or is she a threat to the existence of all satyrs?
Originally part of the Ravaged Vol. 2 anthology by Breathless Press. This anthology is no longer in print.
“Hey!” London lunged for her phone, but Jacen caught her, holding her back against his chest as she struggled against him. Her ass pressed against his groin and the more she wiggled, the more his body became aware of her.
“Stop squirming. I’m ensuring our protection from exposure.”
“Get off me!”
Jacen let her go, and she whirled around, brows furrowed as she made a great show of straightening wrinkles in her tank top. She obviously wasn’t aware it only brought her breasts back to his attention.
“There was nothing on my phone because I didn’t even think to take pictures with it. My eyes are up here, mister.” She gestured at her face.
“I know where your eyes are.” Jacen was temporarily mesmerized by the way her nipples had hardened beneath the thin cotton before his eyes. She also hadn’t worn a bra. “Wasn’t looking there though.”
“Stop what, being a satyr? It’s a curse. One which befell me for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. So, since you found me out as the lascivious beast I am, I’m just going to leer at you creepily to uphold the stereotype.” He paused. “Try not to take offense.”
London crossed her arms, breaking the trance. He glimpsed her blank expression.
“You’ve failed. You look offended.”
“You are so weird.”
Jacen considered the criticism. “I’ve heard worse.”
© 2015 Rebekah Lewis.