Page 33 of The Female

Aziel looks surprised as she comes barreling inside, her footfalls loud as she stomps to the front of his desk. He sets his paperwork down and plasters a look of calm on his face, but I hear how hard his pulse is racing.

“I didn’t know you were back,” Charlie pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

I’ve put her in a lowcut, short red dress, and I bounce on my heels when Aziel’s eyes dart to her chest. He's taking the bait.

Aziel quirks a brow, clearly not understanding what she’s talking about.

“I never left,” he says, reining in his scent.

My lips twitch, happy he’s attempting to bring my female comfort. I was worried he’d refuse to suppress his power around her, but he only let out some minor grumbling before pulling it in when I asked.

He’s got a soft spot for my human.

Charlie scoffs, her foot tapping impatiently against the ground. “Why didn’t you come and find me when you got back?”

Aziel shakes his head, his confusion growing as he tries to make sense of what’s happening. His dream state tends to make him slow, but this is extreme even for him.

I make Charlie cry. Thick tears well in her waterline as her bottom lip begins to tremble. Aziel has never been smooth around women, and crying ones make him especially nervous.

“I—” he starts, pausing to lick his lips as Charlie sniffles and wipes her cheeks. “I don’t know.”

His eyes go comically wide as she stomps around his desk, and he remains frozen as she pushes back his chair and climbs on his lap.

I watch with mild interest as Aziel’s mind catches up to his body, his heart hammering in his chest as he tries to push her away. What he fails to realize is that I’m in control here and she won’t be moving until I’m fed.

I kick up her crying, turning her soundless tears into loud sobs. Aziel freezes again, his hands going still where they push against her thighs.

“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” Charlie asks, shoving at his chest.

A small part of me almost feels guilty as Aziel fumbles around trying to comfort her, his hands moving to her shoulders before sliding up to hold her cheeks. He wipes her tears with his thumbs and shakes his head in response to her accusations.

“No, no, don’t say that. You’re beautiful,” he assures her. “I just can’t touch you.”

Frowning, Charlie grabs his wrists and moves his hands to her breasts. Aziel gulps as she presses him against her, the sweet scent of his arousal filling the air. I hold back a moan as I feel it seeping into me, and I have Charlie lower her hands to his hips.

“You’re touching me now, aren’t you?” She moans, her fingertips sliding under the hem of his shirt and brushing against his bare skin.

Aziel’s hips twitch as she continues her teasing, his resolve cracking as she grinds herself against him.

“Please,” she whispers, leaning in so her lips graze his ear. “I want you to make me feel good.”

His arousal tastes divine as he pulls down the thin straps of Charlie’s dress, exposing her chest to the air. He moans as he explores her body, stroking her skin with excitement.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he admits, his voice hoarse. “You can’t touch me.”

Charlie hums, reaching for his zipper.

“I don’t care. I love you.”

I cringe as he recoils, his expression shifting into one of disgust. He knows.

Aziel makes no effort to push her back as he turns and looks for me, his eyes narrowing as they meet mine. It’s next to impossible to spot an incubus by accident in a dream, but if you know what you’re looking for, it’s hard for us to stay hidden.

He knows me well enough to search in the dark, hazy corners of his mind.

I summon ropes to wrap around his wrists and ankles when he moves to stand. Aziel grunts as I tie him down, his look of betrayal growing.

“Fuck you,” he snaps.

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