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I know what I want, and it’s my males.

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AZIEL

CHARLIE’S BREATH HITCHES, and I duck my head to hide my smile. She’s so responsive, always making little noises whenever I say dirty words or touch her skin.

I like it, and I tighten my grip on my cock as I press it against her slit with more pressure.

Her hands slide up my waist as we wait to see if Gray and Silas show up, but I don’t have the heart to tell her they’d be here by now if they were going to. I don’t dwell on their absence as I plant my palms into the mattress and bring my face to hers.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, pressing wet kisses up the column of her neck.

Charlie nods, another gasp slipping from her lips as I lick her jaw. Murder taints her skin, and I hold back a moan at the taste of it. It was stronger after she killed the animal yesterday, and I almost regret not fucking her then.

Gray prods at the bond, but I shove him away. If he wants to know what’s happening so badly, he can come here and see for himself. I know he’s well-fed, so nothing’s holding him back.

“Say it with your words,” I order.

Nodding isn’t going to be enough for me. This is big, and I need to hear her verbal confirmation before going further. My excitement grows as Charlie opens her mouth and rocks her hips, attempting to lower herself onto my cock.

She’s desperate. I fucking love it.

“I want this. I want you,” she promises.

Soft fingers touch my hips, digging into the firm muscle as I grin. I like hearing her say that, and I line myself up with her entrance before gently pushing forward. Her eyes screw shut as the tip of myself sinks inside, and I pause to let her adjust before rocking in a bit more.

I’m glad she’s not asking about Gray or Silas, not wanting them to ruin this for us. I’m honestly happy they didn’t show. This moment is for Charlie and me alone, and they don’t deserve it after abandoning her.

Her walls strangle my cock as I push another inch inside. My fear of hurting her grows as she sucks in a shaky breath, the action provoking a feeling of insecurity inside of me that I’m unfamiliar with.

I want this to feel good for her.

Gray always made the females in my dreams love everything I do, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I wiggle and try to figure out how exactly I’m supposed to do this. I understand the basic logistics of sex, but the motion feels unfamiliar.

Fuck.

“You’re doing so well, baby. So fucking good for me,” I say, squeezing the base of my cock as I fight the urge to snap forward and sink all of myself inside her.

Charlie sucks in a slow breath and shifts underneath me, her thighs brushing my sides as she lifts her butt and welcomes more of me inside. I clench my jaw and squeeze my eyes shut, struggling to keep my composure.

I’ve imagined what it would feel like to fuck Charlie a thousand, if not a million, times, and it’s better than I could’ve ever imagined. She’s warm and wet andfuck, so fucking soft.

Gray was an asshole to make her feel rough in my dreams.

It’s his fault I’m embarrassing myself.

Charlie’s heart races as I pull out most of the way and glance at where our bodies connect. Half my shaft is wet from where it was inside her, and I smirk at the sight before sinking back in. I don’t stop where I did before, and I continue forward until our hips are flush.

She stretches around me, her skin pulled tight as it swallows my thickness.

Fuck.

I should take a picture and frame it in my room.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” I ask, looking up.

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