Page 36 of Her Males

“You need to buy a new bed,” Gray points out. “You can have mine once the wing is finished.”

I sigh. He and Silas have been fixing up the unused wing of our home, and he’s taking great pleasure in constantly bringing it up.

“If you’re not going to talk to Shay,” Silas says, “you need to tell Charlie. She’s been asking when your meeting is.”

I blink. “No.”

Gray looks like he’s about to burst an artery.

“And why not?” Silas asks.

I look down at my legs. “Charlie doesn’t own me.”

A loud laugh bubbles up out of Gray’s throat before he turns to look at Silas. He’s laughing at me, and I shift awkwardly as I wait for him to contain himself. This female is turning me into a whiny, pathetic male.

“Are you telling me that you, a thousand-year-old demon, are scared of how a twenty-five-year-old human perceives you?” Silas asks.

I choose not to respond to that.

Gray approaches my bed and hovers over me. He’s trying to be menacing, and I let out a loud gasp and lift my hand in front of my face.

“Oh, no, Gray! Please, no!” I snort. “Have mercy!”

Gray’s pupils dilate as he glares down at me, and I glare right back. We both know he’s not going to hurt me, and I’m not in the mood to act scared just for his precious little ego. He’s an incubus, and I’m the King of Wrath.

The list of things I’m fearful of is short, and he doesn’t make the cut.

I turn to Silas. “Have you—” My sentence is cut short as a hand curls around my throat.

I’ve got about ten seconds before my wrath consumes me, and I rip Gray’s hand off my throat before grabbing his shoulder and yanking him over me. He loses his footing almost immediately, and I spin so he’s on his back and I’m kneeling over him.

My fingers dig into the sides of his neck, and I place just enough weight on his throat to remind him who I am.

Gray’s face turns red as he claws at my arm, but even the scent of my blood doesn’t stop me. First he hurts Charlie, and now he tries to choke me.

“That’s enough,” Silas sighs, pushing off the doorframe.

He grabs my shoulder and tries to ease me back. I loosen my grip on Gray’s throat, but I otherwise don’t move. Gray thankfully stops ripping at my arm, and I wince as I feel my skin begin to heal.

“If you two need to fuck, I’m fine with it,” Silas continues. “I’m sure Charlie will be, too.”

Over my dead body. Gray slides his thigh between mine, and I clench my jaw as it presses against me. I didn’t realize I was aroused until now, and I pull away from Gray with a quiet grunt. This can’t happen.

“I’m uninterested in pretending to enjoy a thirty-second, poorly executed hump,” Gray says as I climb off my bed

I don’t know why he keeps making digs at my virginity.

“Fuck you,” I snap.

“You wish.”

My eyes fall to his mouth before I catch myself and turn away. I may have once entertained the idea of what it would be like to be with Gray, but that’s in the past. He’s chosen the human, and I won’t beg.

Gray holds eye contact as he slides his arms out to his sides and runs his hands along my bedsheets. He’s not sly, and I purse my lips as his lust fills my lungs. He’s pushing his scent into my bedsheets, and they’ll reek of him when he gets up.

Silas clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and moves back to the doorway. I’m willing to bet he can hear Charlie better from there.

As calm as he’s trying to be, I know he’s worried about Shay. I hate to admit I feel the same way. I don’t like how easily the female entered our home and spoke to Charlie, and a small part of me fears she will do it again.

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