Page 137 of Her Males

CHARLIE’S MOP OF messy, brown hair is hard not to notice as she peers at me from behind the bookshelf, her actions not nearly as sneaky as she seems to think they are.

She’s taken it upon herself to watch me lately, her bare feet quietly pattering around the house whenever she’s not working with the shifters. I don’t know what to make of it, and I hate how it makes my body warm.

I pretend I don’t notice her, but I can’t stop myself from spinning in her direction when she continues to stare.

Her eyes widen when she realizes she’s been spotted.

She squeaks and darts back behind the shelf, and I hold back a smile as I walk down the aisle and peer around the corner. Her knees are bent so she’s low to the ground, the stance taught to her by the shifters.

It does nothing to help her blend in.

“Are you okay?” I ask, stepping back to give her space.

She stands, her cheeks turning red under my gaze. The human truly believed I didn’t know she was there? Cute.

“Do you need help?” she asks, ignoring my question.

My lips purse as I debate what to say, and I turn to look at the mess that’s become my library. I don’t know why I decided to redo it, and I’m seconds away from giving up on the entire thing and lighting a fire.

It’s not productive, and I’m wasting too much time here when I should be working on my dragon issue. They stole some gems from my favorite mage, and he’s refusing to make another stone for Charlie until I get it back. He’s lucky I consider him a friend; otherwise, I’d send Aziel after him for denying me.

I cock my head to the side and watch Charlie squirm.

I’m not doing a very good job keeping my distance from her, and she’s not putting in any effort to make it easier for me. My fingers twitch as I fight the urge to touch her, scared of the slippery slope that’s sure to lead to.

“Can you help me put my books up on the shelves? I’ve already got them organized by genre.” I gesture to the piles on the floor. “I like them to be ordered alphabetically by author.”

Charlie nods as I explain exactly what I want her to do, her nose crinkling as she attempts to memorize my every word. I appreciate the care she takes to do it right, and I only monitor for a few minutes to ensure she’s got it down before returning to my organizing.

I should’ve never messed with the library in the first place.

The silence between us is comfortable as we work, the quiet a welcome change from the conversation Gray’s always trying to force on me. I love the incubus, but sometimes it feels like he doesn’t have an off switch.

I frown as I grab a book and notice the bent cover, the precious object damaged during my aggressive unshelving. Lowering myself to the floor, I sit cross-legged and get to work fixing it without causing further damage.

When Charlie clears her throat and crawls over to me, I pause and give her my attention.

Her cheeks are tinted pink as she holds a book for me to look at.

“This one doesn’t fit in the pile,” she says, pointing to the stack she’s currently working on.

I glance between the pile and her book, scanning the cover, before agreeing.

“You’re right. Thanks for catching that,” I say, grabbing and setting the book on the floor next to me.

I’m unsure where the gnome pile is off the top of my head, and I’ll have to search for it after I finish fixing my bent cover.

Charlie holds back a smile as she leans forward to look at the book in my hand, the action moving her hair around her shoulders. My nostrils flare as I inhale her scent, its sweetness tinted with Aziel.

I wonder if she knows she’s pregnant, but I decide not to say anything in case she doesn’t. He’s been loud in his desire to fill her with his children, so at this point, I’d be surprised if she hasn’t started to suspect.

They’re not using protection, and I know he’s been finishing in her regularly.

I inhale, searching for and finding the cum that lives inside her even now. Last night I heard her moan Gray’s name while Aziel took her, the action surprising. I was even more shocked when Aziel continued, teasing her for thinking of Gray when he was balls-deep inside her.

Gray sure seemed to like it, if his aggressive masturbating was anything to go by. The man practically lunged at me when she cried his name for the second time, his mouth on my cock to muffle his moans.

I didn’t comment on the wet spot he forced me to sleep on afterward, Gray covering my side of the bed with his arousal before happily rolling to the dry area.

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