Page 3 of Her Males

“We’ll work on a compromise,” he whispers, grabbing my hands and pulling them away from my face. “I promise.”

I refuse to meet his eye. Prior to being captured by the Seekers, I’d never been confronted with such intense emotions before. My life was nothing more than a series of monotonous days.

I woke up every morning knowing I would eat breakfast in the kitchen, help clean the house, read a book or stare at a wall until dinner, then go to bed. Occasionally, I’d hide in my hole, but even that became monotonous after a while.

Gray runs his hands up and down my thighs. He continues even when Silas and Aziel materialize in the room. Aziel stands in the corner, watching, while Silas crouches next to Gray. My eyes practically bulge out of my head when Silas leans forward and kisses my knee over the material of my jeans. I look at Gray, trying to read his reaction, but he barely has one.

“What’s going on between the three of you?” Aziel asks.

Silas stands and turns toward the Wrath.

“Charlie’s my female,” he says. That’s news to me. We’ve hardly spoken since he went down on me the other day, and our few interactions since then have been painfully formal.

Silas takes a step closer to Aziel.

“And where the fuck have you been?” he asks, gesturing around the room. “We’re supposed to be a unit, and pulling us into a meeting with Levia with no prep is a fuckingambush, Aziel.”

Aziel looks confused for about half a second before his hard gaze lands on Gray.

“I told Gray I was going to Envy.”

Gray stands and turns so quickly, I’m surprised he doesn’t give himself whiplash.

“You told me you were going to Envy, but you said nothing about not coming home afterward,” he hisses.

Aziel only shrugs.

“We don’t haveyearsto wait,” I say, eager to discuss that part of the meeting.

None of my males pushed back on the prospect of waiting years, and to say I’m pissed would be an understatement.

“We have no intention of waiting five years, my love,” Gray comforts, his voice soft. He’s speaking to me like I’m a child, and I’m not a fan.

I stand, frustrated, before sitting back down. I don’t know how to handle this, and I’m overwhelmed.

“Let’s go upstairs and rest. It’s late,” Gray says, shooting Aziel another pointed glare. “We can discuss this tomorrow morning.”

I don’t want to push this conversation off any longer, but I do have to admit that it will likely go smoother when emotions aren’t so high. Especially on my end.

Despite my doubts, I let Gray take my hand and lead me upstairs.

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CHARLOTTE

MY BACK HURTS, and I twist side to side to try to crack my lower spine before crawling out of bed.

It’s early, but I’m eager to continue discussing last night’s meeting with Gray and Silas.

I’m still pissed by their lack of response when they found out what the issue with the female births is, but I’m willing to put that behind me. It seems like they’re genuinely trying to fix things, and I can’t be of any help if I’m avoiding them.

I grab a change of clothes from my closet before making my way into my bathroom.

A small part of me wants to peer into Gray’s bedroom to see if he’s already awake, but I avoid the temptation. I’m scared if he gets me alone, he’s going to bombard me with questions about Silas.

He gets an inch and takes a mile.

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