Page 112 of The Female

The real Charlie stiffens in my arms as Aziel snaps Shay’s neck. He’s panting and ignores his bleeding chest as he spins toward the Dream Charlie on the floor. I know this is a lot to see, but I think it’ll be good for Charlie to know Aziel isn’t going to let any harm come to her.

He may be acting like a dick, but that doesn’t mean her life is in danger.

Shay falls to the floor with a loud thud, and I have her body disappear as Aziel approaches Dream Charlie. She screams and crawls backward as he steps toward her, her face upturned in raw fear.

“Fuck.” He groans when, in her frenzy, she accidentally impales her hand on the knife that clattered to the floor earlier.

He’s in front of her in a heartbeat, his knees bent as he crouches. Dream Charlie flinches as he grabs her hand and forces her to hold it between them. His lips purse as he inspects the wound, and with a frown, he turns her hand over to ensure it didn’t go through her palm.

“Don’t touch me,” she snaps, pushing at his chest with her uninjured hand.

Aziel grumbles and shouts my name. I’m not going to come.

“Calm down,” he orders when she tries to rip her hand away. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His free hand falls to her exposed thigh as he tries to settle her, the action pushing up the summery dress I put her in.

Dream Charlie kicks at his leg, and Aziel shoves her feet underneath his thigh to keep her from hurting herself further. He holds her bloody palm up before laughing and making the wound disappear. It seems he’s realized he’s in a dream.

I stiffen as I wait to see how far his awareness grows, but I relax when he lifts his thigh to release her feet. He doesn’t know this is a dream of my creation.

Dream Charlie giggles, the action his doing, and wraps her now-free legs around his waist.

What? I blink, unsure what to do in a sexual situation for the first time in my life. I intended to keep this dream clean and simple, wanting only to give Charlie insight into who Aziel will choose in a fight between her and Shay.

Charlie freezes as Aziel trails his hand up the fake one’s leg. I remove my control of Dream Charlie and let her act on free will as I tug the real Charlie backward. It’s time for us to go.

Aziel can fuck his Dream Charlie all he wants, but he sure as shit doesn’t need to do it in front of the real one.

“Are you wet for me?” Aziel mutters.

I pause and turn to him with a cheesy grin. That’s not a comment a man who’s encountering a dream woman for the first time says. The Charlie on the floor hums and lifts her hips to give him better access. Aziel isn’t surprised as she exposes herself to him.

I suck in my cheeks, angry I need to leave.

Has he been dreaming about her so frequently that he’s not the least bit suspicious when she shows up and throws herself at him? I’d give anything to stick around and see what he does when he thinks nobody is looking.

The real Charlie plants her feet firmly into the ground as Aziel slips his hand between the fake one’s thighs.

“What about Shay?” the fake Charlie asks. “She’ll be upset about this.”

I struggle not to watch as Aziel shrugs and hooks his fingers into her underwear. The real Charlie continues to fight me, refusing to leave his dream, and after a second, I drop my head onto hers and give in. My female loves to watch, and I won’t deny her this.

Besides, I want to see it, too.

“I don’t give a fuck about Shay. You know that.” Aziel moans and shifts onto his knees.

I shudder, pleased with how gently he’s touching the fake Charlie. He’s going to make love to her, and my Charlie will see every second of it.

This is perfect.

My inner incubus is screaming with joy as Aziel strokes the fake Charlie. The real one clenches her thighs together, and I slide my body behind hers before removing her clothes. I like that this arouses her, and I cover her mouth with a near-silent shush.

She needs to be quiet.

Goosebumps rise on her skin, and I pull her farther into the shadows so we’re better hidden. I don’t want to risk Aziel seeing us.

I breathe in her and Aziel’s arousal, the scent intoxicating. It takes everything in me not to let my lust spill out, and I fight the urge with everything I have. Aziel would recognize it and know I’m here.

Charlie’s already panting into my hand, her breath warm against my palm as I trail my other hand down her chest. I lightly graze over her nipples, knowing she likes that, before continuing downward.

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