Page 12 of Her Males

I take my time learning him as my eyelids grow heavy, gently tracing his length before poking at his balls. Gray chuckles at my curiosity, his hand loosely curling around my forearm as his thumb rubs gentle, comforting circles into my wrist.

He falls asleep before I do, his breathing evening out and his grip gradually slipping away. It doesn’t take me long to follow, my fingers stilling in his underwear as I drift off.

“Fuck off.” Gray grunts, wiggling and kicking out his foot.

I’m in the middle again, but this time, the top comforter has been removed so I don’t get too hot.

I groan, frustrated, and reach up to feel the face of the man whose chest I’m resting on. The sharp cheekbones and shorter hair tell me it’s Silas, and I curl further into his chest with a contented sigh.

Silas wraps his arm around my waist and buries his face against the top of my head, his breath tickling my scalp.

“Stop rubbing your toes on me,” Silas says, I assume to Gray, before kicking out his foot and accidentally hitting me in the shin.

I clench my jaw shut and sit up. Gray and Silas go silent as I lean over and check the clock, the pair hopefully feeling guilty for waking me. It’s around the time I usually get up and head downstairs to meet with Rock for tutoring, and I find myself relieved to climb out of bed.

Gray and Silas are getting on my last nerve.

They’re quick to follow me out of bed, and Gray and Silas leave to get dressed while I remain in my room and get ready. We’ve settled into a nice routine while Aziel has been gone, and I pray the Wrath’s return doesn’t ruin it as I make my way downstairs.

I smell food before I see it, and my stomach grumbles as I step into the dining room. Aziel’s already sitting at the head of the table, the man impossible to miss, but I’m relieved to see Silas and Gray are here already, too.

I’d hate to be alone with Aziel.

Gray and Silas are in the seats on either side of him, and I tentatively lower myself next to Gray.

“It took you three long enough to join. The food’s going to be cold,” Aziel complains.

He refuses to look in my direction as the hazy, dark shadows move forward and begin placing serving platters on the table, their movements smooth and well-rehearsed. They made a demonic dish today, some rice and vegetable mixture.

We’re silent as the shadows filter out of the room, the air between us awkward. Gray nervously clears his throat before grabbing my plate and filling it with food.

“Thanks,” I mumble as he sets it in front of me.

He nods and does the same for Silas. The fate takes the plate with a smile, and Gray visibly hesitates before serving Aziel. He fills his plate last.

This is so uncomfortable.

Deciding to be the bigger person, I suck in a deep breath and turn to Aziel. He meets my gaze head-on.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask.

The words sound formal as they slip from my mouth, and I can’t help but wince as they filter through my ears. Gray and Silas quietly begin eating as they glance between Aziel and me. I avoid looking at either of them, not wanting to lose my confidence.

Aziel doesn’t respond right away, choosing instead to stare at me with his ever-angry expression.

I force a weak smile on my face. I want to help keep the peace between him and Gray, which means I need to be nice. I still think it’s Aziel who should be apologizing to me, but I’ve come to realize he has no intention of doing that.

He’s hundreds of years old, but leave it to me to have to be the bigger person.

“No, I didn’tsleep well,” Aziel finally answers. “I spent most of the night listening to you whore yourself out to my two best friends.”

My smile falters, and I dip my chin before grabbing my fork and shoving some food in my mouth. At least it can’t be said I didn’t try.

“Aziel,” Gray warns.

Silas stands and walks around the table, his sudden movements drawing our attention. Aziel frowns and sinks in his seat as the fate plops himself down on the other side of me.

“You’re not a whore,” he says.

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