Page 52 of Her Males

I raise my chin.

“You’re a piece of shit!” I retort, jabbing my finger against his chest. “Gray’s sister is a new low, even for you.” I pull back and jab him again. “It’s fucking cruel.”

My eyes water as Gray cups my hips. Who the fuck does Aziel think he is to go prancing around with Gray’s sister like that? It’s obvious Gray’s in love with him, and while I never took Aziel to be a particularly good man, this is just wrong.

Aziel’s hand curls around my neck, but I find myself unafraid as I bury my finger as deep against his chest as it will go.

“You’re a trashy, vindictive asshole,” I continue, spitting whatever insult comes to mind.

Aziel leans down and presses his forehead against mine, and I angrily meet his stare as he pants onto my face.

Gray’s hands slide away from my hips, and I watch out of my peripheral vision as he loops them around Aziel’s shoulders. Aziel doesn’t push him away like I expect him to.

“So what if I touched her? Would you be upset to hear that I put my mouth on her soft, wet—” The end of Aziel’s words are cut short as Gray yanks his arms inward and smashes Aziel’s mouth against mine.

Both of us stiffen when our skin touches, and I stare wide-eyed at Aziel as he slips his fingers into my hair and spreads his lips. He tugs my hair until I gasp, and he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage as he forces his tongue into my mouth.

Aziel’s kiss is frenzied and demanding, and he moans and presses the front of his body against mine. I grunt as he grabs my thighs and lifts me into the air. Gray helps to hold me up as I wrap my legs around Aziel’s waist.

I hate how much I love this, and I grab Aziel’s shoulders as he takes charge of the kiss. Low noises seep from his throat as he squeezes my thighs, the sound making me feel things I have no business feeling.

“You’re fucking infuriating, Charlie,” he says, pulling back and attacking my neck. “I didn’t touch her. I’d never do that to Gray.”

I drop my head against Gray’s shoulder as Aziel bites and sucks at my sensitive skin. He’s leaving marks I’m sure I’ll hate later, but I can’t bring myself to care as I wind my hands through his hair and hold him against me.

“I’d never do that toyou,” Aziel whispers, moaning as I scratch his scalp.

Gray’s grip on my thighs tightens as I wiggle, but he gives no hints that he’s struggling to support my weight. He easily holds me in the air, allowing Aziel to run his hands along the front of my body.

The Wrath’s mouth on my neck makes me ache, and I arch into him for more.

There’s movement to the side, and I turn just as Silas walks into the room. His lips twitch as he watches us, and with a subtle shake of his head, he drops a stack of files on Aziel’s desk.

The loud noise isn’t enough to stop Aziel, nor are my hands as I try to push him away.

“So while I’m running around doing the work you’re too busy to get to, you’re out here tonguing my female,” Silas says, not looking nearly as upset as his words insinuate.

Aziel cups my chin and pushes my head back. His hands are everywhere, and I try to hide how good it feels when they slip underneath my shirt and press against my bare belly.

“You may be interested to hear that I ran into Shay while I was out,” Silas continues.

Aziel pulls away with a low grunt. I move to unwrap my legs from around his waist, but he grabs and holds them. Gray readjusts, lifting me higher so my sex rests against Aziel’s belly, not his pelvis.

I’m grateful not to have the hard erection sitting between my thighs anymore, the temptation too much.

“What’d she say?” Aziel asks, pressing his thumb against my bottom lip.

I’m unsure what he expects me to do with it, and I open my mouth just enough for him to wiggle the digit between my teeth and press down on my tongue.

“Suck,” he orders.

I bite, hoping to hurt him enough to make him pull away, but it seems to have the opposite effect as his eyes roll back and eyelids flutter shut. Gray inhales, probably feeding, and drops his chin on my head with a whispered curse.

“She repeated everything she’s already said,” Silas says, entirely unbothered by the scene in front of him. “She claims that Levia’s going to betray us and we need to talk to Mammon.”

Aziel pulls his thumb from my mouth, and Gray sets me on my feet.

My knees feel wobbly, and I embarrassingly use Gray for stability as he leads me to the couch. Silas quickly follows, sitting to my right while Aziel pulls up a chair.

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