Page 107 of The Female

“I like when you get jealous,” he whispers, kicking open his office door. “My tiny human is a protective one.”

Gray plops me onto his couch. His movements are gentle, but I still gasp as he cages me against the soft cushion with his arms.

My legs spread to make room for him, and Gray lets a healthy amount of his lust seep out as he slots himself between my thighs. I’ve gotten a lot better about remaining in control when I smell it, and I’m proud of myself for the way I breathe it in but don’t turn to mush.

Gray trails his fingers up the inside of my thighs, his teasing smile growing as I shiver.

“Aziel’s one wrong move away from me smothering him with a pillow while he sleeps,” he admits.

I snort, unable to imagine that.

Gray talks a big game, but I know how much Silas and Aziel mean to him. Even when they piss him off, he goes out of his way to ensure they’re safe and well cared for. I overheard him asking Silas to check on Aziel a handful of times while the Wrath was off in the pits.

“You’re to be my bonded, whether or not they approve,” he continues.

His words make me flush, but I don’t acknowledge them. This isn’t a conversation I’m ready to have.

Gray doesn’t seem to mind, and I bite back a moan before pushing his wandering hands away. I don’t want everybody to hear.

He pouts. “I’m hungry.”

“I have something I want to ask you,” I say, changing the subject.

“What is it?”

Gray grabs my waist and slips his fingers underneath my shirt, his touch distracting. Everything he does is distracting. Fucking incubus.

He absentmindedly rubs my sides while I collect my thoughts.

“Silas told me yesterday why the demons have been birthing more females,” I murmur, closely watching his reaction. Gray tilts his head to the side and holds my gaze, but nothing he does looks concerning. “I want to know what I can do to help.”

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, and after a minute of silence, I feel my nerves begin to grow. What’s taking him so long to answer? Is he worried I’m going to try to leave him? I imagine that’s why he didn’t tell me the truth in the first place.

Fixing the female decline means we have more choices and more freedom.

Gray’s throat bobs as he gulps, and I decide to push this conversation off a bit longer and connect my lips with his neck. He sucks in a deep breath, and I trail my mouth to his shoulder before sucking the skin into my mouth.

“I’m happy with you,” I assure him.

He groans, and I can’t help but gasp as our positions are switched and it’s his mouth on my neck. Gray’s always teasing me, and I grab the fabric of his shirt as I push him to the side and climb on his lap. He lets me take control, and he beams as I rock myself against his hardening length.

I don’t want everybody to hear, but I can be quiet.

Gray gasps. “The females?”

I roll my hips before bringing my lips to his ear. “We can talk about that after. I have an incubus to feed,” I whisper.

Gray moans and grabs my hips, helping to guide my rocking. I’m happy about it, needing the help. This is still new to me, and I can tell my motions are slightly jerky.

“You want to feed me, baby? You know what you have to do.” His voice is dangerously loud as he slips a hand into my leggings and presses his fingertips to my clit.

Fuck, that feels good. I writhe against him, my moans growing in volume as more of his lust fills my lungs. It doesn’t feel like he’s holding any of it in, and I force myself not to fall victim to it as I throw my head back and rock forward.

“Fuck my fingers. Show me how you’d ride my cock,” Gray urges, curling a hand around the front of my throat.

He pauses, waiting for me to confirm I’m okay with him doing this, before squeezing just hard enough to cut off my oxygen. It feels good, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of him sliding two fingers into me.

They’re amazing, and I lean back and roll my hips until they glide in and out. I can feel my face turn red as my breaths grow shallow, Gray’s tight hold on my neck making it hard to breathe.

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