Page 26 of The Female

CHARLOTTE

MY BACK ARCHESas warm hands slide up my thighs. I keep my eyes shut and focus only on the calloused fingers as they move inward and grab a handful of my flesh.

I’m sitting on a lap, my back pressed against a chest and my hands holding the wrists of the man behind me. Despite my iron grip, I make no effort to stop him, the feeling of his skin on mine too good to put an end to.

I think I’d die if he removed himself from me.

He squeezes my thighs and groans before spreading my legs. I adjust for him, moving my thighs to rest on either side of his. My eyes ache from how hard I’m clenching them shut, and my teeth bury into my bottom lip as I hold back a moan.

My mind is hazy with lust as the hard body shifts below me, a low chuckle emerging from the man when I shiver. His hand continues upward. The arousal I’m feeling is unlike any other, and to think I believed my romance books were as good as it got. They don’t even compare.

Lips press against the side of my neck as the man continues his teasing, his fingers leaving desperation in their wake.

“Open your eyes,” he whispers.

His tongue meets my neck before he digs his teeth into the flesh and sucks my skin into his mouth. It’s borderline painful, but he releases me and grazes his lips over the spot in apology.

It takes every bit of willpower I have to open my eyes. They feel stiff and the sudden light burns, but I hardly notice as I look around. I’m at the head of a table in a room I’ve never been in before, and Aziel and Silas are sitting on either side of me.

Aziel is to the left, his chair pushed out a few inches from the table so he can face me directly. Silas sits on the right and adjusts his positioning to mirror Aziel.

What’s going on?

I turn to see who’s behind me. My pulse races when I lock eyes with Gray. He smiles, his black eyes never leaving mine as he hooks his fingers into my underwear and pulls them to the side. I have half a mind to be embarrassed about this, but the emotion doesn’t come.

“Watch them,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to my neck before grabbing my chin and turning me toward Aziel and Silas. “See how turned on they are at the sight of you?”

Are they? I lower my eyes, gulping as I watch Silas reach into the waistband of his pants. Everything feels weird, but these men are so distracting, it’s impossible to think too much about it.

Gray continues to touch me, his voice low as he urges me to watch the other two men pleasure themselves. I do, and I arch further into the incubus’s fingers as the scene plays out in front of me. It feels good, too good, and when my eyes roll back and my muscles tense, there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

Fuck.

I rip open my eyes and shoot up in bed, gasping and clutching at my chest as an orgasm rips through me. What the fuck? Collapsing back on the mattress, I take a few seconds to steady my breathing as I try to figure out what just happened.

My eyes fill with tears as I realize this was Gray’s doing, that he forced his way into my head just as he promised. I thought it wouldn’t be real, that I’d wake with no recollection and live in blissful ignorance.

Instead, I woke up mid-orgasm with humiliation filling every pore of my body. My jaw clenches shut, and I will myself not to cry as I adjust my shirt, pulling it back down my legs. It must have ridden up in my sleep.

Did Gray choose everything that happened in my dream? Why were Silas and Aziel in it? Was it really them, or just dream versions of them? Something moving draws my attention, and I snap my head toward the shadow that lurks just beyond the open bedroom door I swore I closed and locked. Glancing to my left, my shoulders slump as I realize the bathroom door has also been opened.

Is this Gray’s way of telling me my privacy will never truly be mine? That he controls my physical life as much as my unconscious one? He didn’t need to open doors to do that. I’m already aware.

“Dinner’s ready.” The shadow speaks quietly, his voice surprisingly deep.

I nod, too exhausted to argue. My feet shake as I push myself off the bed, but I ignore the sensation and follow the shadow out of the room. He leads me down the stairs and through a maze of hallways before finally stepping to the side and gesturing for me to walk through the next doorway alone.

Aziel and Silas don’t so much as spare me a glance as I enter the dining room, their faces buried in the devices in their hands. I refuse to look at Gray as I slip inside and sit in the chair farthest from the three.

My hands clench into fists as I realize this is the room from my dream and the spots where all three sit are identical. Gray is at the head of the table smirking, with Aziel on his left and Silas on his right.

It confirms Gray was the one who caused my dream. There goes the last bit of hope I had that it was all a figment of my imagination.

Matching the rest of the estate, the dining room is grand and expensive looking, with vaulted ceilings and dark décor. The brass chandelier above the long, wooden table somehow manages to light the room up enough that I don’t feel like somebody is going to jump out of the shadows and nab me.

These three men live in luxury, which I suppose I should be grateful for. Men who live in such abundance don’t often feel the need to share their females, and if I’m lucky, they might even purchase another and take some of the pressure off me.

I continue to avoid Gray’s stare as I cross my hands over my lap and look at the food on the table. Dishes I don’t recognize sit on display, the scent making my mouth water, but I remain still and wait for somebody else to make the first move.

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