Page 78 of The Female

“Does that mean I can’t feed from Silas and Aziel?”

I shrug. My jealousy doesn’t expand to them, and they’ve made it more than clear they don’t like when Gray tries to seduce them. It’s the entire reason they bought me.

“If you find yourself lucky enough to have the opportunity with them, I’m not going to stop you.” I crack a smile but quickly remember I’m angry and force it away. “I don’t want you with anybody else, though.”

Gray nods, agreeing to my demand with no hesitation.

“Are there any other females I should be made aware of?” I ask.

Another scoop of water is placed on the back of my neck, and I sigh as it trickles down my spine. Gray leans forward to blow on it but stops when he realizes his action will have the opposite effect of what he wants.

“There are not many demon women I haven’t fed on at some point,” he admits, shrinking when I turn and shoot him a glare. “But the only other noteworthy relationship I’ve had in my lifetime has been with Nicolette.”

The woman who was with Asmod?

“Your dad’s wife?”

Gray sucks on his teeth and gestures for me to stand. He grabs a towel while I do, and I shiver while I wait for him to wrap it around my body and help me step out of the tub. I feel better, albeit like I’m recovering from a fever, but it’s manageable.

I hug my arms to my chest as Gray leads me into his bedroom and urges me to lie on his bed.

“She was the woman I told you about on our date, the one who left me for my den. She ended up marrying my father, but you don’t have to worry about her. Aziel killed her tonight.”

My heart aches for him, and I stare with an open jaw as he climbs into bed next to me and curls his body around mine.

Jealousy continues to flare inside me, especially now that I know there aren’t many demon women who haven’t been with him, but I understand the incubi have different customs than me. They need sex to survive, so I can’t be angry with Gray for having a long history of it.

“I’m still mad at you,” I whisper, shutting my eyes.

Gray hums a low noise and kisses the back of my head before curling his body even further around mine.

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AZIEL

ISTARE ATthe ceiling as Silas, Gray, and the human rush out of my room, their presence unwelcome and unappreciated. Who do they think they are?

This fucking human is ruining my life.

A frustrated groan slips from my lips as I slam my fist into the mattress. Her scent is everywhere, mixing with Gray’s and preventing my dick from softening. It’s been fifteen years since I last allowed Gray to touch me, and our bond is begging for more.

It’s not usually this bad, but Charlie’s sweet scent only makes it worse. My body wants her, the thought frightening.

Despite my anger, I don’t feel the familiar urge from my wrath to strike out. Gray managed to calm me with his touch, not that I’ll ever let it happen again. The little fucker’s always looking for an opportunity to get his grubby hands around my dick, and I’m pissed I gave it to him.

Not that it didn’t feel fucking fantastic, though. I wonder if he’s that good or if I only think that because he’s the only person who’s ever touched me. Probably the latter.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I listen to them scamper around the house. This is simply a momentary slip that will never happen again. I’d rather spend a year in the pits than let that weak female get me in such a state again, her infuriating voice and temperamental personality proving dangerous for my temper.

She’s nothing more than a nuisance I’ll need to endure for the next sixty years. She’ll grow old and lose her use, and I’ll buy Gray a newer, better female who doesn’t frustrate me so much.

At least, that’s what I tell myself as I slip my fingers that were just on her into my mouth. She tastes sweet, and I can’t stop imagining her low moans and desperate cries as I curl my fist around my length.

Licking her residual wetness off my fingers, I moan and thrust my hips, fucking my hand. The skin’s a bit sensitive, all thanks to Gray. My cock doesn’t heal as quickly as the rest of my body, the skin more susceptible to injury, and Gray touched me dry.

Probably to punish me.

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