Page 109 of Her Males

“You’re going to finish on my fingers, and then you’ll bend over and spread your pussy for me,” he says, sucking another hickey into my shoulder.

He moves all around my neck and shoulders, covering me with his marks while he moans into my skin and rocks himself against my back. I shudder as my pleasure grows, and I squirm against his fingers until my eyes roll back and I find my release.

It’s hard to feel dirty when Aziel’s gasping so loudly behind me, his movements quick as he places his hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down. I brace against the wall before reaching behind and spreading myself as he ordered.

“Fuck,” Aziel mutters.

Water pours down my back and onto my face as he begins to stroke himself, his fingertips digging painfully into my flesh as I listen to the wet sounds of his fist smacking his skin.

He’s careful not to touch his dick to me as he steps between my legs and lines himself up, his breaths loud and choppy as he grunts my name and cums.

I’m not sure how much ends up inside me versus on me, but Aziel seems to be on top of that as he yanks me out of the water and shoves his cum-soaked fingers inside my sex.

“You will smell of me,” he says, shutting off the water. “And you will not wash it off.”

I nod, a sick part of me enjoying his claim. I’m tired of fighting with him, with all of them, and I want to go home.

I’m ashamed it took me being with another man and then being kidnapped to realize that.

Aziel looks pleased with himself as I spin and reach for him. I squeeze his still-hard length before capturing his remaining cum. His eyes darken as I spread it on my chest, desperate to show how sorry I am. I don’t want anybody else.

I want my males, and I hate that I ever doubted it.

“Put it in your mouth,” Aziel instructs.

I don’t hesitate to slip what’s left between my lips. His cum is salty, and I curl my tongue around my fingers before dropping my hand back to my side.

Aziel and I stare at one another for a long minute, but before I can let my self-hatred sink back in, he bends and kisses me. His kiss is softer than I imagined it would be, and I curl my fingers around his wrist as he cups my cheeks.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, pulling away.

Aziel steps out of the shower to grab towels. He smiles as he pats me dry, and his praise makes me feel better than I have in weeks.

He follows me into my bedroom and grunts when I reach for my leggings.

“That’s not what you want to be wearing,” he says.

I nod, not bothering to deny it.

I’m proud of my leathers. They’re the only thing I’ve ever truly earned, and I have many scars from Echo’s thin sticks and pointy fists to prove it.

I hold back tears as Aziel grabs my backup pair off the rack. He holds them out with a slight nod, ignoring my sobs as I slip them on my body.

“Say you’re mine.”

He wants me to say that? My heart lurches at the hope that blooms in my chest. If he still wants me to be his female, then there’s hope to fix things with Gray and Silas.

“I’m yours,” I promise.

“You’ll wear my cum every day while we’re in the shifter lands, and if I ever see you looking intimately at somebody who’s not me or my males, you’ll be punished.” Aziel pushes my hair out of my face. “I’ll make you look them in the eye as you shove my cum in your holes, and then you’ll watch me tear out their throat.”

I can’t tell if he’s serious, but I don’t intend to find out.

Aziel’s smile is infectious, and I didn’t realize how much I missed it until now. A grin of my own spreads across my lips, matching his. There’s still a lot of apologizing to do and mistakes I need to make up for, but this feels like a good start.

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