Page 108 of Her Males

“Go shower. I’m tired of smelling the shifter on you,” he orders, jerking his head toward the bathroom.

I don’t hesitate to leave, grateful for the excuse to be alone. This day’s been a lot, and I need a minute to decompress before I completely break down.

The low vibrations of Aziel’s voice make their way to my ears as I close the bathroom door, but I don’t bother listening to what he’s saying to Chev as I lean against the counter and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I look crazed, my skin stained red and my eyes wild and unfocused. My hair’s wet and limp, and it still has chunks of flesh and dirt tangled within it. There’s a dark mark on my neck I refuse to look at, the hickey a glaring reminder of today’s mistakes.

I don’t know whether it came from Kato or Asmod, but neither seems better than the other.

Maybe it’s for the best Silas and Gray refuse to see me. They’re already hurt by what I’ve done, and I’m sure seeing me like this would only make it worse. My bottom lip wobbles, and I clench my jaw to stop it before forcing myself to look away from the mirror and turn on the shower.

The pain of them abandoning me is one I will shove deep inside and ignore for now.

The front door slams shortly after the shower starts, and I wonder if Aziel will still be here when I get out.

I don’t have the guts to ask how long he’ll be stuck here or his plan for leaving. His loyalty lies with Silas and Gray, and I’m sure he will leave the moment he’s able. He won’t force them to see me if they don’t want to.

It’s just going to be Rock and me. Maybe Echo and Chev, too, if they can see past my interactions with their parents.

Fuck.

A scream threatens to tear out my throat as I bring my fist to the shower wall. I hit it as hard as I can, but the tile takes no damage even as the skin of my knuckles rips open. The pain feels good, and I find myself punching it again and again until the bathroom door slams against the wall and I’m being pulled against a hard chest.

Aziel holds me against him as I sob, his voice unnervingly calm.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he whispers, running his hands down my back.

I don’t believe him, not one bit, but I don’t fight him as he tugs off his clothing and drops them on the shower floor.

“I’m sorry,” I cry as he grabs my shoulders and spins me around.

“You’re okay,” he repeats, grabbing my soap.

I stare at the shower drain as he washes today’s mistakes off me. He starts with my hair before moving down my body. The feeling of filth remains even when the physical remnants are gone.

“Spread your legs,” he orders.

Aziel brings two sudsy fingers to my sex. I hope it doesn’t give me an infection, the soap probably messing with my body’s natural balance, but I’ll let him clean me if it makes him feel better.

He takes his sweet time, and I bite my lip when the fingers inside me turn from clinical to pleasurable. Asmod’s remaining lust has me sensitive, and I grab Aziel’s wrist to stop him from doing something he regrets.

I’m sure the last thing he wants is to make me feel good.

“Don’t fight me, Charlie,” he says, pressing his front against my back as he rocks his fingers into me. “I’m going to be the last man inside you.”

My pulse races, and I hold back tears as he kisses my shoulder and places his mouth over the mark already existing on it.

He sucks on my skin with a quiet moan, his erection rubbing against my lower spine. I let my head rest against his chest as he fingers me at the same leisurely pace as his rolling hips.

“Did you cum with him inside you?” Aziel asks, curling his fingers.

I whine, not wanting to answer. Kato’s fingers were very much inside me when I came, but I’m ashamed to admit it.

Aziel nips my shoulder, not accepting my silence as an answer, and he holds my skin painfully between his teeth until I nod.

“Then you will cum with me inside you,” he says, shoving his fingers deeper into me.

He wraps his other arm around my waist and finds my clit. My foot slips as he rubs the swollen nub, but Aziel easily supports my weight. It takes him a moment to find a rhythm that works best, his fingertips switching between a hard rub and gentle skim before he settles on one that draws the loudest gasps from my lips.

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