Page 79 of The Female

He even went as far as to take me in his mouth as I came and swallow all I released. I’ll never admit that I enjoyed the feeling of his lips around me, his tongue flicking over my slit as he swallowed.

I groan as I remember ordering him to let Charlie sit on me. Gray was smart enough to keep her away and prevent my bond from being triggered.

I would’ve cum the second my dick touched her wet folds, and I fear the contact would have bonded us. What happened today was already too close. One wrong move and I’d be tied to the mewling human.

My cock aches due to Gray’s rough touch, but I ignore the slight pain as I massage my shaft and desperately chase another high. The fucker probably did this to ensure I wouldn’t touch myself after, the greedy incubus angry whenever I get off and he isn’t around to feed on it.

I don’t bother muffling my moans as I suck on my fingers, my imagination running wild with images of my tongue on Charlie.Fuck.I bet she’d love that.

My motions grow frantic as I find my release, and I spill all over my stomach and chest with a deep grunt. I sigh as my arousal dissipates, shamed slightly by the thoughts that pushed me over the edge.

I’m sure both Silas and Gray heard, but I can’t bring myself to care as I get up and head to my bathroom. Both are probably furious with me right now, Gray because I left his female alone at the party and Silas because I hit Gray.

The familiar tingle of guilt lingers in the back of my mind as I recall my attack on the incubus. I never hit him, at least not with the intent to harm, but today I took it too far.

My guilt continues to grow as I remember the sheer desperation in his voice as I lay with Charlie on my bed. Despite my clouded judgment, I had no interest in raping his female. I just wanted to soothe her pain, but there was no way for him to know that.

He probably still thinks I had intentions to take her against her will.

I hate how she makes me feel, and the way she’s constantly begging for Gray’s affection infuriates me. Watching her cry over him at the party made me ready to snap both of their necks.

I’ve never particularly enjoyed Gray being with others, our bond aching whenever he touches them, but I’ve never felt such a strong need to claim him before. Seeing Charlie cry provoked my wrath, and I had to leave the party for a few minutes when the need to storm over and claim her and Gray as my own in front of the entire fucking Lust horde grew too strong.

I thought she’d be okay with Silas for a few minutes. He’s perfectly capable of keeping a tiny human woman seated in a chair by herself.

Or so I thought.

I didn’t realize there was an issue until I felt Gray tugging at our bond, his mind slamming into mine with panic. By the time I’d noticed and returned, too much had already gone down. The sight of Charlie sobbing into Silas’s chest instantly had me in fighting mode.

My frustration with myself grows as I step in the shower. Charlie fucking leaked all over my chest, and I tell myself I hate it as I scrub it away.

I want to seek out her and Gray, and I slam my hand against the shower wall before shutting off the spray. I need to get out of here before I do something I regret.

Again.

There’s a fresh towel hanging on the rack next to the shower, and I roughly dry myself before heading into my bedroom and throwing on a pair of loose shorts and a ratty T-shirt—the perfect attire for the pits.

Gray apologizes to Charlie, his voice soft and pleading as he explains what happened tonight. I scoff as he says Shay means nothing and he only wants Charlie. He should have warned Charlie about her.

He put his human at a disadvantage tonight, and while Charlie should’ve been better about keeping her emotions contained, he should’ve been better about setting expectations. All of this could have been avoided if she had stopped fucking staring.

I’m willing to bet Charlie’s glaring at Gray with her arms crossed over her chest right now, her lips pursed as she politely listens to his excuses. The sudden urge to teleport to them and pull her onto my lap as Gray pleads has me clenching my hands into tight fists by my sides.

I shouldn’t want to soothe her. My heart shouldn’t thump painfully in my chest when I hear her quiet sniffle and shaky breath. She’s not my problem to worry about. Gray’s the one who fucked up by not setting proper expectations, and it’s his job to comfort her.

Not that my presence would help, anyway. The female clearly dislikes me. The only interest she’s ever shown in me has been today, but I’m not sure if that counts. I know she’s attracted to me, the arousal that slips from her whenever I’m near proof enough of that.

It’s almost always suffocated by fear and anxiety, but it’s still there.

My lips curl as I recall her moans. Gray was practically humping my leg as he placed my hand on her swollen, sensitive clit and taught me how to pleasure her.

Charlie sniffles as she admits to Gray she didn’t like watching him with Shay, and I can practically visualize Gray’s pained expression as he pulls her into his arms and promises she’s the only female he wants. I wait to see if they discuss their interaction with me, but Charlie doesn’t bring it up and neither does Gray.

I’m sure she feels embarrassed and guilty about her want for me. Gray’s probably telling himself her desire was caused by lust and she wasn’t in control of it, but he couldn’t see her face.

He didn’t see how her pupils returned to their standard size well before she came or how she bit her lip as I called her mine. She loved having two men fawning over her.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, though. She’s never had a man show her any interest. I’m willing to bet my dick is the first she’s seen.

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