Page 18 of The Female

“Yes.”

That was made clear the moment I smelled him. Even if it weren’t for the unwanted arousal he makes me feel, I’m sure I would’ve been able to figure it out by his looks. Demons are distinct, and while most are conventionally attractive to humans, this man screams sex. His every movement is fluid and graceful, and he carries himself with a level of confidence I didn’t even realize existed.

“And you know incubi can’t use their lust to claim a virgin?” he continues, reaching for me before changing his mind and retreating.

I fiddle with the hem of his shirt. I’ve never heard anything about this before, but that doesn’t surprise me. Demons aren’t exactly known to be forthcoming about their shortfalls. Unless he’s lying.

Would he lie about that? I don’t see why.

Gray groans when I shake my head.

“I need you to use your words,” he says, shoving his hair out of his face.

The wavy strand falls right back in front of his eye, and I resist the urge to smile when he frowns and blows it away. Instead, I hide my trembling hands underneath my thighs, not liking how transparent my body makes my feelings.

“I didn’t know that,” I answer.

Gray cracks a smile before continuing.

“It’s not exactly a common topic of conversation. I’m sharing this so you feel more comfortable around me,” he explains. “I’ll only be able to feed off your dreams until you give me permission for more.”

I try not to let my anger show as I nod. He’s going to be sorely disappointed if he thinks I’m ever going to want to give him permission for more. The only men I want are the ones who live in my romance novels, and, unfortunately for me, they aren’t real.

Assuming he’s telling the truth, he’ll have limitations as long as I remain a virgin. I intend to stay one. The moment I lose that, he’ll be free to take me as he pleases, using me until I’m addicted to his touch and unable to have a free thought that doesn’t revolve around him and his lust.

I can’t do anything about the dreams, but thankfully, I never remember mine.

“Aziel and Silas don’t have the same limitations since they aren’t incubi, but they would never do anything you don’t want,” he explains.

What? I was under the impression they were all incubi. He called the other two his “brothers,” and sex demons tend to live in small hordes.

“Are they demons?” I ask, finally meeting his gaze.

He smiles when I look at him, his sharp canines catching the light filtering through the window. I try not to pay any attention to them, but his lingering scent still pulls at me, and I find myself staring at his mouth for a moment longer than appropriate.

Gray’s an attractive man with full lips and large, dark eyes. I suppose it makes sense, given he’s made to be seductive, but even that knowledge does nothing to deter me as I lower my gaze even further. He’s shirtless, and I gulp as he leans back and clasps his hands behind his head. The action brings attention to his shoulders and biceps, the muscles distracting.

Demons are larger than humans, and this man is no different. He’s probably about six and a half feet tall, and he carries a decent amount of muscle. My pulse races as I imagine how it would feel to have him on me, and I hate myself for every dirty thought that follows.

“It’s sexy.” He laughs, breaking me from my daze. “Watching you lust over me but not being able to do anything about it. It’s a foreplay I’m most definitely going to enjoy.”

My cheeks warm as shame courses through me. My father is probably rolling in his grave seeing this, watching me lust over the incubus who bought me. Gray may seem friendly enough, but I’m sure it’s all a ploy to get me to give myself to him. Once my virginity is lost and he no longer needs that approval, I’m sure his true colors will come out.

Gray readjusts himself to prove his point, his fingers curling around his hardened length as he moves it to the side. I’ve never seen a naked male before, and I narrow my eyes as I try to determine whether or not his size is standard.

“To answer your earlier question, yes. Silas is a fate and Aziel is a Wrath,” Gray explains.

I stare wide-eyed at him. I suppose it makes sense a few Wrath demons would be at the auction considering their king was in attendance, but I didn’t anticipate being purchased by one.

My anxiety worsens as I try to recall everything I’ve ever learned about fates and Wraths.

Fates are almost extinct and are rarely talked about in the media. I know they’re hunted because of their abilities and often tortured for the information they’re able to see, but that’s about it.

My mouth is dry, and I suck in a shaky breath as I work up the courage to speak.

“A Wrath?” I whisper, my voice conveying all the fear I struggle to hide.

Iwouldget stuck with the worst of the demons. Just my fucking luck.

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