Page 104 of Her Males

The guards along the wall stiffen, waiting for the command to fight, but I know they won’t receive it. Asmod didn’t prepare his men, and most of them are missing vital parts of their armor due to the entanglements they were in before we arrived.

It would be a massacre, and the Lust demons are too soft to willingly throw themselves into one.

Felix hums, his eyes instinctively darting toward the doors that lead to Asmod’s private chambers. My blood runs cold, but I refuse to let it show as I jerk my head and signal the shifters to search in that direction.

Charlie’s toy leaves—good choice—his large body barely fitting through the doorway. Chev remains by my side, his fur brushing against my arm as he drops to all fours and circles my legs.

I’m not sure what the fuck it means, but I hope he’s not thinking of attacking me. I’m not in the mood to fight a full-grown bear shifter right now.

Felix watches with a laugh, but his eyes anxiously follow our every move.

“You’re aware that’s the male your human was filled with. He’s quite”—he gestures to the hallway Charlie’s toy disappeared down—“virile. I could smell him dripping from her a mile away.”

I don’t respond. I’m furious, but that’s an emotion I’ll save for when Charlie’s safe.

“Is she even worth it?” Felix asks. “I was under the impression the Wrath Trio were looking for a respectable female.”

He’s incredibly cocky for a man about to have his throat torn out, and he regards me with little concern as I approach. A subtle wave of his hand has the guards stepping forward, but they recoil when the bear behind me snarls.

Felix grows visibly panicked. Did he think his people would back him up? It’s a cute thought, but he shouldn’t have overestimated his men.

There’s a reason Asmod does his best to stay out of conflict, and it’s a shame he made such an idiotic mistake today.

I look toward his chambers as Kato’s howl echoes down it, and my legs follow without another thought. The beginnings of a scream tear from Felix’s throat as Chev takes the opportunity to attack, but even the gargling of his blood filling his lungs doesn’t satisfy me as I dart around the corner and spot Charlie’s toy clawing at a door.

A few guards along the long corridor hesitate, debating what to do, before standing back when the blood-coated bear runs past me.

One incubus does try to attack, grabbing a knife out of his belt before lunging for me, but I grab his wrist and spin his arm until the metal’s lodged into his eye. He screams, clutching at his face, before I drive it in further and he drops like a sack of beans.

That was just sad.

Chev doesn’t slow as he comes up on Asmod’s door, his body only picking up speed as he lowers his head to his chest. The bears are fucking huge, and he barrels into the gold-encrusted wood and knocks it clean off the hinges.

My lips purse as his body goes limp, the man probably concussed, before he twitches and shakes it off.

He’ll be fine.

I materialize in the doorway. It takes me only seconds to find Charlie, the woman half-naked as she sobs over Asmod’s body.

I lick my lips, shocked as my eyes flicker over the gory scene. What the fuck is happening?

Charlie doesn’t seem to notice us as she smears herself with Asmod’s blood, her hands shaking so deeply she misses her shoulder the first time she reaches for it.

Chev whines, but he’s smart enough to stay back as I rush through the door.

Kato moves in front of me, heading for her, but I grab his neck and yank him back before he can step inside the room. The bear turns and snaps his teeth, but I ignore it and shove him to the side.

He can snap all he wants. I’ll break his fucking jaw.

I drop to my knees beside Charlie, unable to hold back any of my power. It pours out of me, the sight of the female I’ve chosen covered in death making me too anxious to hold it in.

Charlie screams as I pull her away from the corpse, but she gasps and lunges the moment her blown-out pupils land on me. I don’t have time to absorb that she killed Asmod as she screeches and tries to climb me, her nails digging into the skin of my arms and drawing blood.

“Fuck, Charlie.” I groan, grabbing her hands and prying them away.

Her skin drips with sweat as she rocks against me. “Make it stop. Please,” she begs, her cries loud.

I slide my hands down her back and hold her to my chest, desperate to soothe her as the shifters return to their skin forms and guard the door.

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