Page 17 of The Female

Oh. I thought demons could teleport. Gray watches me silently before reaching for my hand again. I snatch it away, not wanting him touching me.

“Do you have any questions?” he asks after another few seconds of tense silence.

I try not to look too surprised.

We were told it’s best to remain quiet until the men who purchase us state their rules and expectations. It’s the best way to avoid angering them and getting off on the wrong foot. While I may not know much about demons, I do know they have a notorious reputation for a reason. I doubt this man would think twice before killing me. He didn’t when it came to the guard.

“What do you want from me?” I eventually blurt out.

Gray blinks. He’s a sex demon. We both know what he wants.

“What rules do you have for me?” I try instead.

Gray seems pleased as he dips his chin in a subtle nod. He purses his lips, drawing my attention to them. They’re full, and I can’t stop staring as I subconsciously lick mine in response.

“I have no rules for you. Aziel and Silas might, but I don’t,” he says. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

The sexual innuendo doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Who are Aziel and Silas?” I whisper, pretty sure I already know the answer.

He confirms my suspicions as he explains them to be his brothers. My heart falls as I realize I’m to be serving three incubi, and maybe even more. While I don’t know much about that particular type of demon, I do know they’re notorious for passing around and sharing their females.

“I think you’ll like our home,” Gray assures me, his abs flexing as he glances at my bare legs.

His shirt manages to cover most of my thighs, but there’s still more leg showing than I’d like. I nervously tug on the hem, desperate to cover myself as much as possible. It’s a silly attempt, considering he’s seen everything already and he very literally owns me, but I do it nonetheless.

“You’ll like Silas. He’s quiet like you,” Gray continues, politely ignoring my trembling hands. “Both he and Aziel claim not to want a female, but I could tell they liked you.”

Two incubi claiming to not want a female? I doubt it.

Gray sighs when I don’t respond, his frustration growing as he struggles to communicate with me.

“If I’m honest, I thought you’d be more fun,” he mutters. “The women our guests bring over are always chatty and eager to please.”

My horror grows, and I do my best to hide it as I clear my throat and glance at the divider between the driver and us. I suppose that confirms it. I’m to serve three demons, acting as a fun object for them until they grow bored and pass me around.

I’ll die before I let that happen.

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Does Gray usually stare this much?

His gaze is intense and uncomfortable, but I do my best to avoid it as I look out the car window. Most of the buildings we pass are rundown and overgrown with weeds, but every once and a while we travel through a few neighborhoods that still look occupied.

It never occurred to me just how barren the human realm has become, making me wonder how it must have looked before the female decline. I’ve seen images, but I’m sure they’re nothing compared to the real thing.

I pick at the skin of my fingers and bounce my knee in a sad attempt to self-soothe, but it doesn’t work. I somehow believed I’d feel relieved after being bought, that the pain of the unknown would vanish into thin air and there’d be no more worrying.

I also hoped I’d be purchased by a kind man like my mom had been.

Now I realize how foolish that was. If anything, I feel even worse.

I have more questions than ever before, but now there’s nobody to ask. Gray may have said he has no rules, but I don’t believe that.

Males always have rules, and I’ll be damned if I get tricked into believing otherwise.

“Are you aware I’m an incubus?”

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