Page 62 of The Female

“I know you’re sensitive, my female, but we’ll go slow. You’re doing so good.” His thumb strokes my clit before he sinks two fingers inside. “Just one more and I’ll be so full.”

Gray’s actions are gentle as he brings me to another orgasm, his eyes fluttering shut as I cum around his fingers after only a few minutes of touch.

His chest expands as he breathes it in, taking his fill as I tense underneath him. He looks at ease as he peels open his eyes and pulls his hand away. His lust has completely dissipated at this point, but I still whine as he removes himself from me.

My eyes slip shut as exhaustion takes over, my body fighting sleep even in my sleep. I can tell Gray’s looking at me, his body still hovering over mine.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” he asks, drawing me from my rest.

I blink up at him, confused. “I’m inyourbed. It should bemeaskingyouthat.”

“No.” Gray cups my cheek and strokes his thumb over my eyebrow. “I want to sleep with the real you.”

My eyebrows furrow as I debate his request, wary I won’t feel the same way I do now when tomorrow comes.

“Will you wake me up and ask again?” I’m unsure how much being in a dream alters my state of mind.

Gray beams as he dissipates into the air. I remain still, unsure of what to expect, when my pulse suddenly quickens and I jerk up in bed. My eyes widen as I look around, confused and disorientated as I realize I’m in my bed and Gray is hovering above me like a horror movie serial killer.

To my utter relief, though, I feel no change in my mind and thoughts. The only difference is that sticky cum no longer covers my skin and our accumulated sweat is gone.

“Can I sleep with you?” Gray asks, his face nearing mine.

I glare at him, groggy and grumpy as I scooch over and make room. I shouldn’t have asked him to wake me up.

He crawls in without hesitation, quickly slipping underneath the covers before pulling me flush against him. I grab his nipple before I can think better of it, pinching and twisting it between my fingers.

Gray chokes as he rips my hand away from his flesh. “What the fuck?”

I hold back a smirk as I let my eyes slip shut. “Stay away from my butt.”

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SILAS

MY SHOES ECHOthrough the hallway as I head toward Aziel’s bedroom. His corridor is dark and depressing, and I make a mental note to buy him some paint for the human gifting holiday Charlie’s always talking about. She was obsessing over it yesterday during dinner, her voice loud as she told story after story of a man who sneaks into homes and leaves presents for children.

I forgot how peculiar humans are, but she’s sure reminded me.

Aziel’s bedroom is just up ahead, and I glare at the wooden door as I approach.Please be in there.The party is tomorrow afternoon, and if he’s not here, I’ll have no choice but to go to the pits and get him myself.

I hate going there. There are no laws, and that leaves me vulnerable. Fates are a hunted breed, and the second word gets out I’m there, they’ll swarm. I’ll be lucky to make it back with anything less than a few broken ribs.

My irritation grows as Charlie lets out another particularly throaty moan, her noises growing louder with each passing minute. I’m willing to bet Gray didn’t tell her sleep-talking is a common side effect of dreaming with an incubus.

I shove Aziel’s bedroom door open and step inside just as she begs for Gray to keep going. Her words threaten to distract me, but my attention is quickly captured by the giant demon standing in front of his closet. Aziel doesn’t acknowledge my presence as I make myself comfortable in the chair opposite his bed.

The thick walls do nothing to dull Charlie’s moans, and I readjust myself as she’s brought to another orgasm. What I wouldn’t kill to be Gray right about now. While I’m running around in a tizzy, he gets to enjoy the pleasures of the spitfire female who’s infiltrated our home.

“She’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Aziel says, finally turning to look at me.

I shrug. I like my women loud.

“I was worried I’d have to go the pits and get you,” I respond, watching through narrowed eyes as he pulls out an assortment of ties.

He spins and holds them up for me to see. “What color is she wearing?” he asks. “And I told you I’d be back in time for the party, didn’t I?”

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