Page 75 of The Female

“If you move, you’re going to hurt her,” I say, peering at Aziel over her shoulder.

He frowns but ceases his fighting and finally fucking releases my hair. My scalp burns, but I ignore it and snatch up his hand before he touches Charlie. Instead, I bring it to his manhood and curl his fingers around himself.

“What’d you do to her?” Aziel groans, his knee suddenly rising and burying into my balls.

My eyes roll back as the urge to vomit overtakes me, my throat moistening and my breath hitching.

“Fuck,” I groan, heaving. “I can’t help her if you’re hurting me.”

Aziel frowns, his eyes narrowing as he stares up at me.

Wincing, I wrap my hand around her body and slide it up the slit of her dress. The long fabric has ridden to her hips at this point, and it’s easy for me to place my palm on her bare belly.

She moans, her body reacting positively to the promise of touch.

I have no intention of pleasuring her when she’s on Aziel, but it’s enough to calm her down and let me focus on the Wrath.

“Gray.” She moans my name, her hips rocking forward.

Aziel tries to touch her, but I push him away.

I’ll never make the mistake of trusting him again. All he had to do was defend his stance that she was is female. One simple, straightforward fucking task.

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CHARLOTTE

GRAY’S TOUCH HELPSto soothe my burning skin, the heat simmering into a dull, manageable ache as he holds my stomach.

“Look at her, Aziel. She’s okay,” Silas says, drawing my attention.

I turn in his direction. He’s pinning Aziel’s shoulders to the bed. I faintly remember them fighting, but most of it was a blur.

The men moved too quickly for my eyes to follow, and the pain was too distracting for me to pay attention. Even now, it feels like my entire body is burning from the inside out. It’s better with Gray’s touch, but the need hasn’t lessened any.

Sex is the only thing I can think about, and I plant my palms on Aziel’s chest before rocking myself against his abdomen. It feels good, but I need more. I need to feel his bare skin against mine.

I reach for Aziel’s shirt buttons, my fingers barely grazing them before Gray pulls me away.

Aziel twitches before he breaks his arms free from Silas and rips his shirt open.

“Mine,” he hisses, slipping his hand under my dress.

Gray snatches Aziel’s arms and pins them to the bed, and the Wrath’s black eyes bore holes into my face as I writhe above him. I enjoy the feeling of his hard body below me.

He breaks free of Gray, grabs my waist with his left hand, and slides his right up the column of my throat. His fingers curl around my neck before pulling me down, his face showing no emotion as he buries his face in my hair.

I can’t stop moaning as he licks and sucks at the skin of my neck, his tongue wet and sloppy as he trails it from my collarbone to my ear. I can vaguely hear Gray saying something before I’m pulled back up.

“Don’t touch her,” Gray snaps.

Aziel grunts, but he doesn’t put up a fight.

There’s movement behind me, but when I try to turn and see, Silas plants a hand on my shoulder and stops me. He’s no longer holding Aziel.

I roll my hips again and resist the urge to moan when a hand slides up my thigh. Aziel moves slowly, not to draw attention, and I lean back with a gasp as he pulls my underwear to the side and slips two fingers through my folds.

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