Page 41 of The Female

I’d let him kill me if it meant I could feel his hands on my body.

Gray watches me, his eyes trailing all over my face before he rolls to the side. The departure makes me cry, and I let a loud whine slip from my lips before I grab his chest and try to throw myself on top of him. He grunts as my knee makes contact with his manhood, but he quickly forgets about it as he dodges my attack and climbs off the bed.

“Charlie, relax,” he coos as my bottom lip trembles. “Give yourself a few seconds to calm down. I’ve accidentally gotten you high.”

I don’t pay attention to what he’s saying as I watch him walk to the bathroom door. He drops his head against the wooden surface, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. It looks like he’s having a hard time, and I prop myself up on my elbows before sitting on the edge of his bed.

“You’re so fucking tempting,” he moans, spinning to face me.

My pulse begins to slow. The distance helps me see past his lust, and my cheeks warm as the shame of my actions hits me.

What the fuck did I just do?

“Do you feel better?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Lowering my attention to the floor, I stare at it as I slide off his bed. Despite my regret, I still need him to take me. Aziel will send me away if he doesn’t. I hope I haven’t ruined my chance, but I think it should be easy to convince him.

Sayingnogoes against everything Gray is.

Sucking in a deep breath, I shift my weight from foot to foot before tentatively taking a step toward Gray. His eyes narrow as I approach, but he makes no attempt to stop me.

“Why are you trying to feed me?” he asks again.

I shrug, not wanting to answer. Will he turn me away if I tell him it’s because of Aziel’s threats? I know he won’t believe it’s because I genuinely want him.

My jaw clenches as I think of an excuse.

“I just want to get it over with,” I say.

Gray shakes his head, his expression unreadable. It takes everything in me not to recoil when he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. It’s cute, but I won’t be swayed by it. That’s something I thought only happened in the books I read.

“You’re lying,” he whispers.

Why does he even care? I was bought to feed him, so I don’t understand why he’s being so hesitant about it. He’s an incubus, for fuck’s sake. Sex should be as natural to him as breathing.

Gray frowns when I don’t immediately respond, his expression mirroring mine. His eyes slip shut as he leans forward and sniffs my head as Aziel did earlier, but thankfully, unlike his counterpart, he doesn’t follow up the action with a painful shove.

“Did Aziel say something to you?”

I shrug, not answering his question. Gray watches my reaction closely, his shoulders dropping as he grabs my waist and pulls me into his chest. I tense as he wraps his arms around my body, uncomfortable with the intimacy.

I’m trying to get fucked, not hugged.

“I suspect you’re not going to share with me what he said, but I can promise you it wasn’t the truth. He’s not going to hurt you,” Gray promises. “Despite your very persuasive attempt, I won’t touch you until you want it.”

Zero part of me believes him, but I won’t argue. Aziel gave me until lunch to take Gray to bed, and I’ll try again later. There’s no way I’m going to an incubi den.

Gray rubs my back before stepping away. I lean into him as he disconnects himself, my eyes fluttering shut as I breathe in his lust one more time.

Why’s he making this so complicated? I was under the impression he’d happily take me to his bed.

Gray changes the subject. “I have something to show you!”

He seems excited as he gestures to the bathroom door, and I look between him and it in question. Did he stock it with feminine products or something? Gray’s smirk widens as he pulls the door open, and he hurries through it into my connecting bedroom.

I follow, cautious. What did he do?

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