Page 77 of The Female

I can hear the slapping of skin as Gray continues to touch Aziel. Is this going to trigger Aziel’s bond? I don’t want Aziel to be bonded to me.

“Fuck.” Aziel moans, interrupting my thoughts. He licks me a second later, his tongue running up the column of my throat.

I feel ashamed of the warmth his touch brings, my body responding to his pleasure in a way I’m not proud of. I only hope Gray can’t sense it as he palms my ass and brushes his head against the back of my thigh.

Despite my desire to turn and see what he’s doing, I remain still. I’m wary of what Aziel will do if I try to get up, and I figure I should stay here until given directions to do otherwise.

Gray’s hoarse cries make their way to my ears as he feeds, the noise identical to the ones he makes in my dreams. My eyelids feel heavy as I turn and look at Silas, and I feel my pulse race as he licks his lips and stares at the skin exposed by my ridden-up dress.

Aziel releases another loud, choked moan as he’s pushed over the edge.

I remain frozen as he comes undone, unsure of what to do. Gray’s quick to jump into action and make that decision for me, his arm forcing its way between Aziel’s and my sweaty bodies and carefully prying me off his friend.

Aziel shuts his eyes and licks his lips, his arms falling away as I’m picked up. I only have a brief moment to look at his body as I’m pulled off the bed, and my eyes linger on his still-hard cock and the cum that coats his shaft and lower abdomen.

There’s less than I expected there to be, and as I turn my head to look at Gray’s puffy, wet lips, I realize why.

Silas leaves with us as we make our escape, the two men silent as Silas heads downstairs and Gray carries me to his bedroom. I hold my tongue until the door is closed behind him and we’re alone.

“What the fuck was that?”

Gray runs a hand through his hair, the man looking about as stressed as I feel. My knees are shaky, and I struggle to hold myself upright as the burn spreads through my veins once more. It’s not nearly as intense as it was before, but it’s bad enough that I don’t argue as Gray leads me into our bathroom and runs a bath.

He messes with the knob before finding a temperature he likes and grabbing me a towel.

“It will help,” he promises.

I grind my teeth, debating arguing as I watch the tub fill. The burn continues to grow, and with a huff, I rip off my dress and lower myself into the water. It’s lukewarm but brings immediate relief.

Gray sits on the tub’s edge and watches, but his expression holds no arousal as he scans my bare form. He’s already seen everything, so I don’t bother covering myself as I grab some soap and mindlessly clean my torso.

“That woman you saw me with, Shay, it’s not what it looked like,” he explains. “She and I have a history, and I had to be near her or people would’ve suspected. I didn’t think she’d be there tonight, which is why I didn’t say anything to you.”

I avoid eye contact.

“You’re the only female I want to be with,” he continues.

I want to believe Gray, but my blood still boils when I think about him and that female. He looked so happy as he held her in his arms, and a look like that is hard to fake.

“Lean forward,” Gray says, scooping up a handful of water.

I hug my legs to my chest and drop my chin onto my knees. Gray pushes my hair off the back of my neck before pouring the water on it, the coolness refreshing. He wasn’t lying when he said the bath would help. The burning has already simmered to a dull ache.

“Has tonight ruined how you feel for me?” Gray asks.

“I don’t know.”

It’s not what Gray wants to hear, but it’s the truth.

“What can I do to fix it?”

Gray sounds so earnest, and I turn my head so my cheek is resting on my knees and I can see his expression. His eyebrows are pulled together, and he stares at me with so much intensity, it steals my breath. His sleeves are wet, and the ends dip into the water each time he scoops up more. I stare at where the fabric sticks to his forearms before working up the courage to look him in the eye.

“What are we?” I ask.

Gray’s lips twitch as he fights back a smile. “I’m your boyfriend.” He grimaces before continuing. “That is the correct term, right? Demons don’t use it.”

I clear my throat. “That’s the correct term. Are we exclusive?”

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