Page 63 of The Female

He frowns at the humorless laugh I let out. I hold very little faith in the promises made by a man overcome with wrath. Wraths aren’t exactly known to be the most reliable, and it wouldn’t be the first time Aziel missed an important engagement because he was too busy lurking around the dark corners of the pits.

Ignoring me, Aziel turns and holds the ties under the light.

He’s got quite an assortment, each one probably collected during the years he decided to hunt for a bonded female. It was so long ago, I hardly remember what came of his search, but knowing Aziel, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear he grew bored and abandoned the idea after a particularly bad date.

“I’m pretty sure Gray hasn’t even told her about the party yet, let alone helped her pick out a dress,” I say.

Tradition states males match their ties to the color their females are wearing, a subtle claim. The three of us have always chosen to go without, opting to wear our shirt collars loose and open, but to keep up appearances, Aziel is expected to match Charlie’s dress.

I’ll do the same to show my support, but I’m not nearly as worried about it as Aziel is. My lips twitch, and I place a hand over my face to hide it. Aziel hates being laughed at, but seeing him so worked up is amusing.

Charlie’s got him picking out his outfit the night before like an overeager teenage boy.

Aziel shuts his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath as Charlie moans again for Gray. I briefly let myself wonder what he’s doing that’s making her cry for him to continue, but I shake that thought away before it derails me.

It’s none of my business.

Aziel doesn’t seem to share the same thought process as he palms himself, his hand curling around his length before giving a hard tug.

“I’m right here,” I remind him, gesturing to his hand.

Aziel releases himself with a shrug. “Don’t act all high and mighty,” he snaps. “No amount of clever hand placement is going to hide that hard-on you’ve got right now.”

Instead of arguing, I glance down at myself and frown. Charlie’s sounds might entice me, but that doesn’t mean I plan to act on it. Gray will know immediately if Aziel or I touch ourselves, the damned incubus able to sniff out any arousal within the estate.

I need to hide in corners or wait until he’s out of the house to masturbate, neither of which will be happening tonight.

“You need to be kind to her tomorrow. The incubi are going to be keeping a close eye on your relationship,” I say, jerking my head toward the noises.

Aziel scoffs and waves my worries away, but the slight tightening of his jaw tells me he’s aware of the dangers tomorrow holds. Gray will be furious if Aziel fucks up and allows his female to be taken, and the last thing I want to deal with is another ten-year-long fight between the two.

The last one ended only three years ago, and it made living here insufferable.

“Gray has requested you apologize to Charlie,” I say.

If you told me a month ago Gray would be demanding Aziel apologize to a small, human female, I’d have doubled over in laughter. Gray probably would have as well.

Charlie’s had a more significant impact on the incubus than any of us anticipated, and I can’t say I’m upset about it. He makes her happy, and I enjoy having her around. She’s fun to talk to, and her human ideals and expressions are entertaining.

She lets out another strain of cries, her noises ending in a whimper as Gray soothes whatever she’s found herself upset about. I resist the urge to turn in the direction of the noises. I want to know what they’re doing.

Aziel seems to be in the same boat as me as he goes quiet and steps in her direction.

We both sit in silence and listen to her heavy breathing. It turns into pants as Gray pushes her toward another orgasm, and if I focus hard enough, I can even hear her shifting unconsciously in her bed.

Aziel visibly shivers as she chokes out a particularly guttural moan, her breathing halting for a few seconds before coming out in a deep exhale. It looks like orgasm number three has been completed.

“I’d sooner cut off my balls than apologize to the female,” he eventually spits out.

He turns and storms into his closet, but not before pausing to readjust himself. I have a feeling he’ll come to regret those words.

“Did you get your fill in the pits?” I ask, changing the subject.

I’m already going to be taking a cold shower tonight, and speaking about Charlie is doing nothing to curb my arousal. I blame my reaction to her on the fact it’s been years since I was last with a woman. Maybe I should indulge while we’re at the party tomorrow.

It’s being held in Lust, and that kingdom is notorious for providing their guests with pleasure. I’ve found some of my best times to have been at the hands of the succubi. They’re eager and experienced, and I know they like when I give in to them. It’s not often they come across a man of my status and interests.

Aziel doesn’t like when I ask about the pits, and his face hardens as my question filters through his mind. We have an unspoken agreement that I don’t ask and he doesn’t share, but I need to know tomorrow’s going to go smoothly.

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