Page 57 of The Female

“I’m going to ease my finger in and take a few selfish seconds to enjoy the feel of you. Then I’m going to take it out and taste you,” he whispers into my ear. “After, we’ll return to our game and move on from this.”

He pulls back and stares at me, and I let my eyes slip shut before giving him a tentative nod. I want that. Gray moans, sliding his hand upward and sinking a finger into me. He moves slowly, giving me time to adjust until it’s buried entirely inside.

I’m sure my face is a thousand shades of red as I clench around him.

Gray nips at my ear as he eases his finger in and out, the feeling foreign but good. My fingers are the only thing that have ever been inside me, and Gray’s are much thicker.

I let out a quiet gasp, enjoying what he’s doing. I was under the impression female pleasure only came from the clit, but as he curls his finger, I realize just how wrong I was.

Gray’s pulling out of me and stepping away before this goes any further. I’m frozen as I watch him bring his hand between our bodies and slide his middle finger into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as he tastes me, a quiet moan rumbling from his chest and making me clench my thighs around his hips.

“Delicious.”

Stepping away, he chuckles as he looks over the table. I scan the room for any sign we were spotted, but nobody pays us any attention. I’m still shocked over the lack of interest everybody seems to have with a female being here, especially after spending most of my life hearing about how males love to leer.

Gray waits as I struggle to get my bearings, his smirk growing when I miss my next ball.

As promised, he makes no comments about what happened and doesn’t try to touch me again for the remainder of the game. I’m visibly on edge at first, missing almost all my shots, but over time, I relax.

We play until late into the night, our laughter growing with each shared snippet of information and lighthearted joke. I’m hardly ready to stop when he pulls me flush against his chest and says it’s time to go. Maybe it’s not so shameful finding enjoyment with him. I grab his shoulders and bury my face into his torso, preparing for the travel.

Despite not being able to see the world swirl around me, I still feel it in my stomach. Gray’s hold tightens as the ground beneath my feet hardens, his breath coming out in a loud pant as I stumble out of his arms.

Shaking away the dizziness, I look up at him in worry. Sweat beads along his forehead, and it’s clear he’s fighting off the urge to hunch over. Is he okay? I know he’s hungry, but I didn’t realize how bad his hunger was.

Gulping, I grab his forearms. “Are you okay?”

Gray plasters a smile on his face. “Of course I am.” He pulls me into a bone-crushing hug before I can pry any further. I laugh, a slight flush warming my cheeks.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” he asks.

I hold back a smile as I nod. Gray looks relieved as he bends and presses his lips to mine. For once, I try not to let myself overthink it as I inch up on my toes and return the kiss. His lips are warm and soft, and I feel my arousal grow as he opens his mouth and slips his tongue between my lips. I tighten my grip on his arms, receptive to the touch.

I almost want to pout when he pulls away, but I push that thought aside as I take in his nervous expression. What’s wrong with him?

Gray frowns before releasing me altogether. “You should go to bed now. I’m going to be out of the house tonight, but Silas will be here if you need anything.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Where are you going?”

Gray shifts uncomfortably. He looks at the ceiling before meeting my gaze.

“I’m starving, Charlie,” he deadpans. “And if I’m not going to feed off of you or Aziel, I need to get nourishment elsewhere.”

The intensity of my jealousy practically knocks me off my feet. Is he going to spend the night with another female? Why would he do that when I’m here? I answer my question with the angered realization it’s because he’s trying to be respectful of my wishes.

I could give him permission to feed from me. He could enter my dreams as he did before. The thought makes me nervous, but the idea of him going out and touching another makes me feel worse.

“If you were to enter my dream, what would that consist of?” I ask.

Gray licks his lips. “I’m assuming you’re not looking for me to dirty talk you right now?” he clarifies, laughing as I narrow my eyes and shake my head. “It would be just me, and I wouldn’t touch you with anything other than my hands and mouth.”

I nod, happy with that response but needing more.

“If you did, I wouldn’t want you making me do all the things you did last time,” I say, still embarrassed by the memory of his last feed.

Gray looks solemn as he nods. “I’m sorry about that. I know better than to come on so strongly. It won’t happen again.”

I pull my lip between my teeth as I look over his body, saddened by his current state. It wasn’t nearly this bad on our date, and if I had to guess, I’d say the teleporting takes a lot out of him.

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