Page 34 of Her Males

“Why not? There’s no harm in hearing what she has to say,” Charlie argues.

Her eyes are all big and bug-like as she stares up at me, and I resist the urge to step forward and push her lids shut. They’re going to dry out.

“I don’t want to,” I say.

“Why not?”

I shrug. “Shay annoys me.”

Charlie’s face turns red in anger, the sight only provoking me to continue. I like when she gets mad at me, and I find the attitude that erupts from her to be exciting.

“You’re being stubborn,” she snaps.

She’s not wrong, but I won’t give her the satisfaction of letting her know I agree.

“And you’re being gullible,” I say instead. “I already know Shay’s lying, and I don’t want to waste my time listening to her try to spin some story to get us on her side. She’s an Envy. It’s what they do.”

“Please, Aziel,” Charlie begs, her voice lowering.

I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth and look away. Why does she have to use that fucking voice every time she wants something from me?

Her heart races as I clamp my lips together and shake my head, silently denying her request. I’m tired of letting her walk all over me. I’m in charge here, and I’ll be damned if I let some puny, short human try to tell me what to do.

My eyes narrow as she steps out of Silas’s arms and approaches. I back up against the wall, not liking her proximity under the watchful eyes of Silas and Gray. They get a kick out of seeing her make me uncomfortable, finding humor in my awkward reactions toward her.

Charlie steps into my personal space, and I stare at her with wide eyes and stiff muscles as she wraps her arms around my waist. I look to Gray and Silas for help as she rests her chin against my sternum, but they offer none.

Bastards.

I’m not sure where this sudden sense of confidence has come from, but I sure as shit am not enjoying it. I liked it better when she was scared of me, constantly scampering along the walls and staying out of sight.

She thinks she’s got some pull over me.

“Please?” she asks again.

My body reacts to her begging despite me telling it not to, my tense muscles softening while other parts of my body do the opposite. Gray grins as he picks up on my arousal, and I know the way Charlie shoves herself against my bulge isn’t accidental.

It feels good, and I hate every second of it.

I don’t know what’s been going on with Charlie’s hormones recently, but she’s been all over Gray and Silas. At this point, there’s a noticeable thinned-out patch on my bed where I’ve been rutting against it, unable to stop myself when I listen to them.

It’s almost always followed by self-loathing, and I can hear Gray rummaging around my room feeding on my residual lust every time I take a shower afterward.

Even now, I can smell slight arousal coming off her, the scent barely noticeable but still there. I can also smell that she will be getting her period any day now, and I wonder if it’s a side effect of her menstrual cycle.

Demon women aren’t afflicted with the same hormonal changes humans are, and from the research I’ve done, it seems humans have many of them.

“You’re trying to manipulate me,” I say.

Charlie giggles, and I want to stick my finger in my fucking eye.

“Yes,” she admits.

Silas turns away to hide his laughter. Gray quickly follows suit, covering his mouth as he saddles up alongside the fate. I don’t know why they find this so funny.

You would think they’d be angry watching their female all up on me like a bitch in heat. Do they have any sense of protectiveness over her, or do they intend to share her with every interested male? My pulse races at the thought of them offering her up to others, and I fight against the irrational wrath that stirs within my chest.

I’ll kill any fucking male they try to share her with.

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