Page 102 of Her Males

Good. I’m glad he didn’t teleport himself. He should save the little energy he has.

Rock steps away as I look around the forest he’s brought us to, and Silas pushes Gray protectively behind me as we notice the two large shifters standing nearby. My nostrils flare at the exact moment Gray lunges, and I wrap my arms around his midsection to hold him back as I scan the man who smells of Charlie.

Her scent coats him, and it doesn’t take an expert to know the only way it would’ve covered him so thoroughly.

Our human has taken advantage of our temporary split.

Gray twists in my hold, and I wince as his hatred courses through our bond. A quick check on Silas tells me he’s feeling something similar, his rage concealed by a calm demeanor but just as violent.

“What’s going on?” I ask, struggling to hold back Gray as he claws at my forearm.

The man next to Charlie’s toy speaks.

“Charlie’s gone missing,” he says, protectively stepping in front of his counterpart. “We heard her scream, but she was gone by the time we got here.”

If this is Mammon’s doing, I’m going to kill every fucking person in her bloodline. My skin warms as my panic grows, and I follow Charlie’s scent to see where she was taken from.

She smells strongest a few steps away, and I lower my gaze, only to be distracted by a thick, white splotch on the grass. Charlie’s toy shifts uncomfortably. He finished on or inside her, and she dripped him while she was taken.

I suck in my cheeks, familiar with the anger accompanying infidelity after spending years with Gray. I may not have recognized the bond, but my body did, and the pain whenever he fed felt the same as this. Over time, I’ve grown used to it, and I’m proud of myself for not immediately lashing out.

There are more pressing matters to focus on.

I release Gray and examine the spot Charlie was taken. The sound of Gray colliding with Charlie’s toy is loud, but I’m sure it’ll be over shortly. Gray can fight when he needs to, but he’s not a match for two full-grown shifters when he’s this weak.

“When was this?” I ask, struggling to keep calm as I crouch and breathe in the unnatural scents in the air.

Every fiber of me wants to stand and fight, and I shut my eyes and do one of the stupid fucking breathing exercises Silas has been urging me to practice when I get worked up. I suck in air until my lungs hurt, and I imagine ripping off the balls of the shifter who smells of Charlie as I exhale.

It works, but barely.

Charlie’s toy allows Gray to land a few hits before shoving him away. I’ve seen this man before, and I drop my gaze to his marking as he kicks at my incubus like a stray dog.

Kato. He’s the leader of the bears, and he’s rumored to have a succubus as a mate. I suppose that explains why a man with a blackened mate mark has fucked my human.

Gray grunts as he’s thrown to his back, and he bounces to his feet, only to be dropped again. Silas comes up alongside me, his fingers ghosting over the grass as he tries to find any footprints or scents that give away who came here.

He lifts his hand when he encounters the few drops of cum, his fingers flexing before he avoids the area and brings his hand to a different blade of grass. His mind opens, welcoming me, and I slip inside to listen.

“It smells like an incubus,”he thinks.

I nod, the movement slight so we don’t draw attention. My ability to enter minds is kept quiet, and Gray’s in a state that if he sees us, he’ll loudly call it out and demand we share the whispers with him.

There’s a pinpointed ache in my skull as I linger around Silas’s mind, but when nothing else comes, I slip back out. His memories are easier to find than his present thoughts, and it takes a lot to create a live feed.

“It hasn’t been long. Fewer than five minutes,” Rock says, crouching next to Silas.

He’s clever to place Silas between us, and I turn away and suck in another deep breath. Hurting Rock isn’t going to get me anywhere.

“Why’d you take so long to get us?” I ask through clenched teeth.

A lot can happen in five minutes, and the wilderness covers scents quicker than I’d like. We’d have been able to tell precisely who took her had he gotten us here sooner.

My anger flares as Rock jerks his head toward the shifters, but Silas wraps his arm around my waist before I make any rash decisions. They might be able to keep Gray on his back, but I’ll have their heads before they realize what’s happening.

“Come smell this, Gray,” Silas orders, his voice low.

“This is my land, with my mate and my children,” Charlie’s toy says, releasing Gray. “You’re the King of Wrath, and if it were anybody but Charlie, I would’ve saidno.”

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