Page 37 of Her Males

I should have never brought Shay here to begin with.

Gray’s movements are suspiciously lithe as he climbs off my bed and steps toward me. His lust pours out of him in waves, the scent affecting me more than usual. We’ve been holding in our natural scents for so long that I almost forgot how strong they are when released.

Especially Gray’s.

Silas’s doesn’t affect me much, and I’m sure he’d say the same about me, but Gray’s is different. Incubi’s always are.

Gray places a hand on my hip, and I struggle to remain still as I feel him weasel his fingers underneath my shirt. They press against my bare skin, and I hold back a shiver as our bond reacts.

I’ve gotten so good at ignoring our bond that it falls to the back of my mind most of the time, but it’s impossible not to notice when he’s touching me. Our souls are entwined, and I feel him pulling at mine as he steps farther into my space.

“Please meet with Shay,” he begs.

For fuck’s sake.

Gray wraps his arms around me just as Charlie did the other day, and I resist the urge to disappear and materialize on the other side of the room. I don’t know why I don’t. Probably because it would hurt his feelings and there’s a sad, pathetic part of me that doesn’t want to do that.

He presses his cheek against my shoulder, and I suck in my cheeks when Silas steps forward and joins him in this infuriating hug.

“What the fuck is this?” I snap. “Don’t you see how childish you two are acting?”

Silas wraps his arms around both me and Gray.

“You’re big and scary, baby,” Gray coos, mocking me.

I push my arms out to try to remove my intruders, but they only double down and squeeze me harder.

“I’ll have Charlie say your name when she cums.” Gray’s offer captures my attention, and I stiffen as I wait for him to continue.

His lips brush my ear as he speaks, and I’m hopeless to stop my dick from twitching in my pants. Gray moans, the little fucker probably feeding on my arousal, and I curl my fingers around a wrist to keep myself steady.

Silas shifts, and I realize he’s whom I’ve grabbed on to.

“Don’t bother pretending you don’t listen to us,” Gray says. “I’ll fuck her with my fingers and tell her to close her eyes and pretend it’s you. She’ll scream your name when she cums.”

I gulp. “She’ll never do that.”

Gray runs his fingertips across the waistband of my sweatpants. His nail digs into my skin just hard enough to hurt, and I groan as my cock throbs. I fucking hate incubi.

“She’ll do it,” he promises.

His lips find my neck, and I grow entirely still as he grazes his teeth over the spot he’s made abundantly clear he someday intends to mark. We’ve already got a bond, but he wants a physical reminder.

I tilt my head back to give him more room, and my grip on Silas’s wrist grows impossibly tight as Gray turns and begins kissing Silas instead. Silas moans into his mouth, and I drag the fate’s hand to my covered erection before I can talk myself out of it.

This is a bad idea. Silas takes hold of me, his grip tight.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

Gray quickly grabs Silas’s hand and pulls it away, and I curse as my hips jerk forward and meet nothing but air.

“Would you prefer I have her cry out ‘Daddy’ instead of ‘Aziel’?” Gray asks.

I square my shoulders. I’m sick and tired of his games.

“‘Aziel’ will be fine,” I say. “I want you to do it while you’re fucking her with the toy.”

Gray beams. “Only if you go to Shay now,” he counters.

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