Page 13 of The Female

Leave it to Gray to choose the weakest female here.

The seller moves behind her after giving us a moment to look. In respect, I try to keep my eyes above her collarbone, but in a brief moment of weakness, my gaze drops to her breasts before darting back up.

Gray fucking giggles as he spins toward me. I hate how excited he is over the fact Aziel and I enjoy the sight of the woman he’s chosen. We’ve made it clear we have no interest in intimacy with a purchased female, and his refusal to accept it is frustrating.

The seller calls out her name and age, his grin growing as he states her to be a full human.

That particular piece of information has me wincing, and any arousal I may have felt shrivels. Being surrounded by three powerful demons is a lot for the even the strongest of breeds, and even though Aziel and I have no intentions of using Gray’s human, she’ll still live in our home.

The power that seeps from us will tire and drain her, forcing her body to submit as a defense mechanism. It’s only a matter of time before she’s a shell of a person.

With Gray using her daily, I give it mere weeks.

I debate speaking up to request we choose another, specifically one who is mixed with a more robust breed, but with a dejected sigh, I shut my mouth and remain silent.

I cannot change fate, and this is hers.

Being one of the last fates is hard, and I must take my duty seriously to avoid the same ending as the others of my kind. Aziel has managed to protect me from those who seek to end the fated lineage, but should I step out of line, I doubt even he would have the power to save me.

Most demons hate me, fearful of what I know and the power I’ve gained with age. I’ve been around for a long time, and in the thousand years I’ve existed, they’ve been unable to kill me. It infuriates them.

Now I’m tied to Wrath’s king, which only furthers their anger.

The men in the crowd grow rowdy as the seller states the human’s virginal status and high likelihood for twins. She looks shocked as he says this, making me wonder how much of her health profile has been disclosed to her.

Only humans can produce two children in the womb, and the fact that she has good odds will make her expensive.

Immediately, bids are put into the small tablets the auction house gave us to use. Gray hardly even looks at the amount of money he’s offering up as he snatches the remote from Aziel’s hand and jabs his finger against the screen.

Aziel doesn’t seem to care as he grabs his phone and pulls up some work. He could probably buy the entire lot without making a dent in his pocket.

As annoyed as I am, I’m happy this female won’t be bought by a horde. The odds aren’t good for most women, and she’s lucky to be purchased by us. She’ll only be expected to serve one man, and Gray’s possessive nature will keep her from being shared.

His inability to fit in with his own kind is what led him to us in the first place, his desperation for close relationships odd for an incubus. His den practically tore him apart when he was a teenager and came home with a female, his family laughing and mocking as he claimed her as his own.

It was considered a slap in the face to deny his brothers and sisters the opportunity to have her. Incubi share, jealousy not an emotion they typically feel. Gray doesn’t speak much about what happened that day, but he left the horde without her and has never returned.

“You’re aware the female you purchase will be your responsibility? It’ll be on you to ensure she’s fed and kept happy,” Aziel says as Gray continues to bid for her. “I don’t want some fearful, meek being scurrying around our home for the next sixty years.”

Gray scoffs.

“Of course. I know how to care for a woman.”

“You know how tofucka woman. That doesn’t mean you know how to care for one.”

Gray pulls his gaze from the tablet and meets Aziel’s cold stare. Both refuse to back down, which isn’t a surprise.

“Gray isn’t a child,” I say, drawing their attention. “The human will be properly cared for.”

The tension continues to build, and I direct my following words toward Gray with a low sigh.

“And you will hold up your end of the bargain and stop feeding on Aziel,” I continue. “No more sneaking into his dreams.”

Gray nods, annoyed, before returning to his device.

It takes a minute for the bidding to slow and another until Aziel realizes everyone else has dropped out and Gray is bidding against himself. He takes the tablet back with an annoyed exhale. Gray only smiles, happy his waste of money earned a reaction.

I shake my head, finding them entertaining as the seller calls Aziel the winner. A few men turn to look through the transparent wall of our viewing room, their anger visible as they realize to whom they just lost.

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