Page 111 of Her Males

She just seemed so earnest when she promised it was us. We’ve dated hundreds, if not thousands, of women, but none have ever seemed so genuine in their love. Stupid fucking humans.

My shame for leaving in her time of need will fade, but her infidelity will never. She’s stained our relationship, and I have no interest in tying myself to a woman who can’t go without us for even a month before running into somebody else’s arms. Absolutely not.

I’m okay with worrying about her health and safety, but sitting around stressing about whose cock she’s touching is where I draw the line. I’m too busy for those games, and I’m too old to find them exciting.

“We should go to Aziel,” Gray says, interrupting my self-loathing. “I can feel his power is all used up, and if we don’t get him, it’ll take a few hours for it to regenerate.”

I take a moment to think as I grab, scan, and throw the tiny square pillows on the floor. Fate was cruel to keep her future hidden from me.

I thought it meant she would become a vital part of my life, but I was wrong.

They got my hopes up for nothing.

Gray shifts, his concern for Aziel ever-growing. I’m not too worried.

Aziel’s adaptable, and after being around him for so long, I don’t worry about his health. The man’s more equipped to protect himself than anybody I’ve ever met, and he could probably take down the entire shifter pack if he needed to.

It’d be challenging, and he’d sure as shit be bruised and injured, but he’d be alive.

The Wrath demons have always been hard to kill, and he’s by far the most powerful one.

“You can go get him,” I say, knowing damn well he can’t.

Gray can barely stand at this point, let alone teleport to Aziel and bring him back. I’m not going to fish them out of the inter-dimension space when he inevitably gets them lost, either.

At least not right away. I’ll let them linger there for a day or two.

“Silas.”

“Gray.”

Gray crawls onto the bed. “You always get like this when you’re hurt. You can’t just shut off your emotions and pretend you’re not upset,” he says. “And you can’t just run away until you’re feeling better, either. I chose you today, but I will not defend your actions.”

He sits on my belly and leans over my face so I have no choice but to look at him. His sunken cheekbones and chapped lips are alarming, and if he doesn’t feed soon, he’ll go into a frenzy.

“Tell me how you’re feeling,” he demands.

I purse my lips, hating the level of vulnerability admitting my emotions makes me feel. I did it for Charlie once, tucked my fear away and told her how much I loved her, and she spit it back in my face.

I’ve always felt emotions were overrated, and now Iknowthey are.

Gray grabs my chin and forces me to stare into his wet eyes.

“You don’t get to pull away from me, Silas. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

I know he hasn’t. Gray stands by his promises, even if it hurts him. His current hunger is proof enough of that. He was willing to hold out as long as he could, starving himself until his inner incubus takes over and forces him to feed.

He doesn’t deserve my ice.

“I feel stupid,” I blurt out.

Gray nods, unsurprised. I’m sure he feels something similar.

I wonder if he ever told Charlie about Nicolette, about how his first love left him for his father. She was ruthless in her goals and willing to step on Gray’s throat to reach them. As much as I’m hurting, I doubt it’s anything compared to the pain rushing through his veins.

Gray takes his promises seriously, more so than most, and he had one of fidelity with Charlie. He’s a fucking incubus who agreed to feed off only her, an act that would inevitably always keep him weak.

Charlie doesn’t have enough to sustain him long-term, but he was willing to agree to a life of unfulfillment for her.

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