Page 27 of Her Males

It helps, and in only seconds, I’m clenching around the toy as my orgasm rushes through me.

“Oh,” I gasp.

Silas cups the back of my neck and guides my mouth to his, his actions distracting me while Gray lifts my hips and pulls the toy out. I wince as it’s moved, shifting uncomfortably at the sudden emptiness.

“I don’t, uh, I don’t know if I liked that,” I admit, burying my face in Silas’s chest.

Silas kisses my forehead. Sex is always described as this fantastic, otherworldly thing in all the books I’ve read, but if that’s what it feels like, I don’t know if I’m a big fan. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it was uncomfortable and slightly painful.

Gray steps away and returns with a wet washcloth. He wordlessly runs the warm fabric between my thighs.

“Did I bleed?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Of course not. We aren’t brutes like human men. I’m just cleaning the lube off you.”

Silas continues to trail his fingers up and down my spine as Gray wipes me, and I relax against his chest.

“Do you like when we finger you?” Gray asks, pressing a kiss to my shoulder when I nod. “That’s how it’ll eventually feel with the larger items. Your body just needs to get adjusted to the size. We’ll take it as slow as you need.”

Gray tosses the cloth aside and plops down next to us. He removed his shirt somewhere along the way, but he still wears his pants. They do little to hide his erection.

I tentatively turn to Silas before grabbing his hand and placing it on Gray. Both men chuckle at my antics, but Gray’s throat bobs as I crawl off Silas and pull down the incubus’s pants and underwear. I know he likes when I rub myself on him, and I sit on his bare length with a quiet moan.

Gray’s hands fly to my hips, and they flex as he guides me back and forth.

“Kiss me,” he says, turning to Silas.

Silas doesn’t hesitate to lean over and kiss Gray, and I plant my hands on Gray’s chest for more leverage as I continue rocking on him. My body is sensitive, and Gray’s bare length rubs directly against my clit with each movement.

It feels good, and I lean closer when he tightens his hold and some of his lust begins to pour out. I know he struggles to hold it back when he gets close, and I greedily breathe it in as the ache between my thighs grows. It feels good, and my motions grow jerky as the pleasure builds.

Gray moans into Silas’s mouth, and I let out a quiet whine as my orgasm slams into me.

My thighs clench around Gray’s hips, and he curses before gently nudging me off him and taking hold of himself. I try not to let myself be annoyed that he still won’t let me make him cum, and I trail my hands up his thighs as he thrusts into his fist and spills on himself.

Silas pulls away and flops onto his back, his lips swollen and red, and I can’t help but giggle as I take in his heated expression. I think he quite likes being with Gray.

Both men watch me as I crawl over Gray and plop down on Silas.

Silas stares up at me with a weak smile, and I shove a stiff finger into the bridge of his nose.

“If you don’t make right with the shifters tomorrow, you’re not allowed to touch Gray or me ever again,” I threaten.

Gray tries to argue, but he shuts up when I shoot him a playful glare. Silas chuckles and flips us so he’s on top, his hips between my thighs and his hair dangling in my face. He kisses my forehead with a soft smile.

“Noted, my love.”

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CHARLOTTE

AZIEL LOOKS LIKE he’s holding in a fart as I say my goodbye to Silas.

I pretend I don’t notice as I pull Silas into a tight hug.

He’s been in good spirits since we woke up this morning, and I’m hoping it’s because of what we did yesterday. Being with Silas still feels surreal, especially when I wake up to his body curling around mine, but I’m quickly growing used to it.

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