Page 67 of The Female

“Where are our seats?” I whisper, desperate to move out of the center of the room.

Aziel shrugs, unconcerned. “We’re probably at the head table,” he says, leading us to the side.

I’m surprised by his straightforward answer and am slightly comforted as he continues to support most of my weight. I doubt my knees have the strength to move on their own right now. Aziel comes to a pause as I stumble over my own two feet, his breath hitting my cheek as he bends and places his lips near my ear.

“Breathe through your nose,” he whispers. “It won’t fix the problem, but it will help.” He presses a quick kiss to my cheek as his words cause two nearby men to turn and look.

I flinch before snapping my jaw shut. It’s harder to breathe through your nose when your body is desperately saying it needs more oxygen, but after a minute, I do start to feel a bit better.

Aziel remains still as I calm myself down, and only once my breathing has returned to normal does he continue to guide us forward. He leads me to the largest table in the very front of the room. I scan the small name cards on each plate before finding my own.

I practically throw myself down the second I see it.

Aziel lowers himself into the seat next to mine before switching Gray’s and Silas’s spots so Silas will be on my other side. I don’t love the idea of Gray being a person away, but I understand why Aziel did it.

Sucking in a slow breath, I lift my head and look around.

“There are…” I start, pausing as I take in everybody’s faces. “There are so many women.”

It seems like a female accompanies every man. I’ve never seen so many in one place before. There weren’t even this many at the facility.

My mouth runs dry as I watch the absurdly beautiful women stroll around the room, their posture showing no signs of the hesitation or fear I’m used to seeing in females.

Almost all their eyes are black, signaling them to be demons.

Aziel’s laugh draws my attention. Where did all these females come from? It’s unrealistic that all these men would’ve been able to find and acquire one of their own breed.

“Your shock is amusing,” Aziel says, giving no answers to my unspoken question.

I fight the urge to glare and remind myself that while Gray and Silas seem to enjoy my attitude, Aziel will not. The last thing I want is to make him angry.

We sit in tense silence as I continue to scan the large room.

Silas finally approaches a few minutes later with three drinks. His presence comforts me, and I shoot him a weak smile before looking for Gray. He’s nowhere to be seen, but an approaching couple puts a stop to my hunt.

The lust they emit has me clenching my thighs, and I nervously remain still in the hopes they won’t smell my arousal. I know it’s not my fault, but I can’t help but worry Gray will be upset about my reaction toward the other incubi.

Aziel slips his hand under the slit of my dress and grabs my thigh, his grip painful. I hate it, but the pain does help to distract me from the lust.

My throat is dry as I meet the gaze of the couple.

The pair are gorgeous, clearly lust demons, and they wear matching maroon attire. They’re both tall, unsurprisingly, with long, dark hair and full lips. I gulp, shifting in my seat as I make the mistake of locking eyes with the man.

He’s beautiful.

“We wanted to stop by and sayhello,” the man says. “We’ve heard so much about you, and we’re excited to finally put a face to the name. I’m Asmod, and this is my wife, Nicolette.”

Oh. I will my thundering heart to settle as I nervously laugh and sink into Aziel’s side. The Wrath slides his hand farther up my thigh, his movements dramatically made to draw attention. He wants Gray’s dad to see it.

The pair lower their gazes to our connection, and Asmod’s lips twitch downward before he clears his throat and turns to Nicolette.

They don’t look a day over forty, making me wonder how old Gray is.

With a frown, I note I’ve never taken the time to ask. As much information as he knows about me, I don’t know much about him.

“We appreciate you coming over. I’m sure you’re incredibly busy tonight, but we do love when you host the annual gatherings,” Silas smoothly responds, taking the attention off Aziel and me.

Asmod grins, his gaze predatory as he watches the debauchery happening in the dark corners of the room. I’ve made a pointed effort not to look over there, my interest in watching people get fucked nonexistent.

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