Page 103 of Her Males

I move to the side as Gray approaches, and I bury my face into his mop of curly hair before responding.

“It must be tough to watch your plaything be taken—” Silas says, the rest of his sentence cut short as my fist cracks open his cheek.

He stumbles away, his eyes speaking betrayal as he grabs at his face. I ignore the shocked gasp from the shifters as I connect my other fist with his temple.

“Don’t speak about Charlie like that,” I spit, gearing up to hit him again. “She’s our female.”

Silas moves behind Gray, his eyelids lowering as his surprise shifts to anger. I can feel his outrage, the emotion swirling like a tornado, but I can’t tell whether it’s directed at Charlie or me.

Probably both.

“She fucked the shifter. I’ll help save her, but she’s no female of mine,” he says, straightening his back and meeting my glare head-on.

I glance toward Gray, waiting to see what side he takes, and I clench my fists when he stares at the ground. Very well, then.

“Leave.”

I don’t need their help. If they want to abandon her over this, then they’ll live with the regret of doing so completely. They won’t get the satisfaction of having helped save her.

The muscle in Silas’s jaw twitches as he hesitates, his stance wavering, before he wraps a hand around Gray’s bicep and vanishes. I don’t waste time dwelling on their betrayal as I stomp toward Charlie’s toy and the shifter accompanying him.

“We’re going to Lust,” I say, holding out my arm.

Rock latches on before I can tell him he can’t come, but his support is all the shifters need as they take hold of me.

It turns out that teleporting two giant bears and a shadow is hard, and I grind my teeth as I pull them into Asmod’s home. It’s well known that Asmod is interested in her, and any incubus who found her would know to bring her here.

“Chev, my baby,” Charlie’s toy cries as the world materializes around us. He pulls the other man into his chest before scanning him over.

I roll my eyes. The younger man scoffs and rips his father’s arms off him, his lip curling as his eyes travel to the other man’s skirt.

It seems my males aren’t the only ones disgusted by the shifter’s relationship with Charlie.

A tense silence settles over the two men as they take in the sounds of debauchery from within Asmod’s estate, the skin slapping and screaming moans intense for a first-time guest. I hope Charlie’s toy feels pain knowing this is where his mate is from.

She was once one of the moaning females he is listening to now, her body used by men and women daily.

I hope that knowledge destroys him.

“Follow me,” I order, gesturing toward the corridor that’ll lead us to Asmod’s throne room. I can smell her.

Rock breaks from the group and wanders away as I lead the shifters down the vast halls of Asmod’s castle. Being a shadow has its benefits, and I’m sure he’ll return with good intel.

Lust demons aren’t known for their fighting, and I hardly find myself worried as I approach the large double doors and shove them open. The interior’s about as overdone as Asmod is, and I wince at the sheer amount of gold detailing and red fabric.

“Gaudy” would be a kind word to describe it.

The space is bristling with excitement, incubi and succubi engaging in all corners of the room, but they silence and scamper when they notice my presence. I scan the room for Asmod before turning to one of his older sons.

Felix, I think. It’s hard to keep track of them all.

He lounges against Asmod’s throne with a cocky smile, and I enjoy watching it fall as Charlie’s toy and his son shift into their bear forms. They stand taller than I do, and I glance at the younger one with an impressed hum.

They’re bigger than I expected them to be.

It’s good to have them on my side, and I like how they don’t hesitate to prepare for a fight. It’s what shifters are known for, and it’s a welcome change from the peaceful negotiating Silas and Gray are always trying to shove down my throat.

I turn to Felix. “Where is she?”

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