Bonus | The Female: Chapter 41 - Alternative chapter

AZIEL

"What about Shay?" Charlie asks, her bottom lip wobbling as she stares up at me.

I frown, reaching up to wipe away the wetness in her eye before lowering my hand to her underwear and hooking my fingers into the fabric. She smiles at me as I pull it down her legs.

"I don't give a fuck about Shay. You know that." I moan, dropping down to my knees so I have better access to her sex.

Gray had Charlie screaming this afternoon in his office, and I want to make those same noises come out of this one. Charlie gnaws at her bottom lip as I reach out and tentatively slide my fingers over her pussy lips. She's already wet for me, and I palm my aching cock as I ease my thumb between her slit in search of her clit.

I've lived long enough to understand the basics of sex and how to pleasure a woman, but I still dart my eyes between her face and my hand to make sure that I'm doing it right. Not that it matters, though. Dream Charlie will enjoy whatever I do.

I try not to dwell on that too much as I bend forward and kiss the inside of her knee. There's nothing wrong with a little fantasy here and there. As long as I keep my feelings locked away inside my brain, I don't see an issue with indulging in Charlie here and there.

It's Gray's fault in the first place for putting the idea in my head.

Charlie holds tightly onto my arms as I pick her up and bend her over the dining table. She's already naked for me, and I eye her swollen, wet sex as I gently press her into the hard surface.

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you." I admit, my heart hammering in my chest as I begin to unclothe myself.

Even though I know she's fake, I can't stop the nervous excitement from bubbling up in me at the thought of sinking my cock into her. It's been days since she's last been in my dreams, and I'm in desperate need of release after listening to her screaming Gray's name all afternoon.

She had me so fucking pissed. I swear she was doing it on purpose, begging to touch him and make him cum. Shay laughed, insulting and claiming that Charlie was embarrassing herself. Considering the fact that both Silas and I were unable to make eye contact after returning from the bathrooms, I'm willing to bet that Charlie would be anything but embarrassed.

Besides, it should be Shay who feels that way. I've had to listen to her fucking both Gray and Silas hundreds of times over the years, and not once did my cock even twitch in excitement.

"Spread your pussy for me." I groan, eager to get started. "Show daddy how much you want this fat cock inside of you."

Charlie moans, but a quiet gasp to my right overshadows the noise. My body goes rigid, and I struggle to keep my Wrath in check as I turn toward the noise. Gray is too smart to make a noise and let himself get caught.

I blink slowly, my jaw clenching shut as I step to the side and face the pair fully.

Charlie and Gray both stare at me like deer caught in headlights, their bodies stiff and faces full of fear. My anger grows as Charlie takes a fearful step back into Gray's chest, her hand grabbing onto his arm as she meets my gaze head-on.

Good. They should be scared.

Gray's so fucking irresponsible to bring her here into my mind. My jaw clenches shut as I lower my attention to Gray's right hand. The fabric of her dress bunches up at her waist, covering her intimate parts, but it's obvious what's happening between them.

The Charlie on the table moans as she spreads her asscheeks for me, her fingers digging into the skin as she tries to expose as much of her pussy as she can. Under normal circumstances, I'd be on my knees burying my face into her warm heat, but I barely even glance at her before bringing my attention to the real Charlie.

My dreams are the only place where I let myself enjoy her, and now Gray's gone and fucking ruined that. I don't even know why I'm surprised, though. It was only a matter of time before he snuck his way back in.

I just didn't anticipate that he would bring Charlie with him.

"Remove her clothing." I state, wanting to see precisely what Gray is doing to her below her dress.

He visibly hesitates before giving in and taking her dress away. Charlie's skin pebbles up as it's exposed to the cool air, but I hardly notice as Gray slides his fingers in and out of her heat. Now that I'm listening, I can hear her wetness as he slowly fucks them into her, the noise alone keeping me hard.

Licking my lips, I try not to appear too excited as Charlie rocks just slightly into his hand. Despite the strong scent of fear that she exudes, the female likes what's happening. I refuse to allow myself to think of the implications that will come from this as I watch them intently. I'll worry about that after I cum.

I resist the urge to palm my cock as I finally give in and speak to her.

"What do you want, Charlie?" I ask.

"Your cock, daddy. I want you to fuck me with your big, fat cock." The fake Charlie on the table moans.

I can't tell whether Gray is controlling her or not, but those words alone have me weak at the knees.

Fuck.

Charlie has no idea how much she affects me. Stepping forward, I grab my cock and line it up with her hole, my mouth dropping open as I pop my cockhead just inside of her. I hold back a groan as my shitty emotions get the better of me, and turn to look at Gray for confirmation. I want his permission before fucking the fake Charlie in front of the real one.

Gray looks pleased as he understands my silent question, and turns to the female in his arms.

"Do you want to watch Aziel fuck you?" He asks.

The fake Charlie tries to rock back onto me, but I hold her still as I wait for the real one's response. At the sight of her frown, I pull back and step away. She doesn't want to see it.

Charlie shuts her eyes and I take the opportunity to step closer to them.

"What happened in your dream, Charlie? The one where you woke me up out of a dead sleep and accused me of entering your mind. I know it was between Aziel and me." Gray asks, surprising me.

Is the female dreaming of me? My cock twitches in response to that, and I eagerly wait to hear what she has to say. I'm so fucking hard; I'll do whatever she wants.

Charlie shakes her head and refuses to share, and I try to hold back my disappointment as Gray tries and fails again to get the information out of her. I want to know what she wants.

Gray glances at me with a frown before slowly starting to finger her again and conjuring a fake Gray for me to use. He's only ever given me women before in my dreams, and I can see the fear in his eye as the fake him approaches and drops to his knees in front of me.

He's scared that I'm going to reject the copy of him.

I hold Gray's gaze as the fake Incubus grabs and licks my cock. Hissing, I snap my head down to watch as he brings me into his mouth. I halfheartedly listen to what Gray's whispering to Charlie as I reach down and slip my hands through the fake one's hair.

I can't lie and say that I haven't always wanted to enjoy his touch, and am happy with the excuse to do so. The fake Gray stares up at me as he hollows his cheeks and takes me as far as he can into his throat. I want to rub his cheek and tell him that he feels good, but resist the urge.

If Gray knows that I want him, he'll be throwing himself at me like a dog in heat for the rest of our lives.

Glancing back up, I watch Gray shuffle Charlie toward the fake Incubus. The Gray at my knees moans and swats the real one's hands away so he can take over pleasuring Charlie, the sight making me twitch in his mouth. Fuck.

Charlie moans and meets my eyes as she leans back into real Gray's chest, and I grunt and grab desperately at fake Gray's hair as he cups my balls.

"That feels good." I accidentally let slip out.

The real Gray fucking beams as I reach forward to touch Charlie, but that look quickly turns to anger as he catches onto my actions and slaps my hand away. I frown, trying again. Doesn't he want me to touch her?

The last time I checked, he was practically begging me to pleasure the Human.

"Don't fucking touch her." The real Gray snarls. "You get to watch her knowing that all her pleasure belongs to me and me only. You're fucking lucky to even get to see her like this." He snaps, venom lacing his words. "You're going to watch her cum knowing that you'll never get to make her feel as good as I do. You'll never make her scream as I can."

I clench my jaw shut, my anger taking over as I grab onto the fake Gray's hair and hold him in place so I can thrust into his mouth. He gags and slobbers all over my cock as I force it down his throat.

"And you can watch this knowing that you will never get to feel me fucking your face. You'll never feel my cock in your ass, and you'll never feel my hand stroking you until you're begging me to let you cum." I moan.

The real Gray's eyes roll back as I spit my words at him, both of us knowing that that's exactly what I want to be doing right now. Charlie cries out and pants, too, seemingly also enjoying my threats.

I try not to be too distracted by her as I turn my attention back to Gray. Getting lost in Charlie is going to be nothing but good for me. I can't have her no matter how much I may wish to steal her from Gray and bond myself to her right this very moment.

"You'll never feel my teeth sinking into your neck, claiming you again and again as my own, as I cum in you. You'll never feel me bending you over and, fuck-" I continue, my eyes slamming shut as I imagine myself bending him over the very table that the fake Charlie was on just minutes ago.

I bet Gray would cry out like a little bitch as I fuck him. Maybe if he's lucky, I'll let him put his female underneath him so he can rock his cock into her at the same time that he takes mine.

It's the thought of Charlie getting fucked by extension of me that has me stiffening and crying out. She's pushed over the edge at the same time as me, and I reach forward and hold the real Gray's shoulder for stability as I fold and cum down the fake one's throat.

He reaches up and slots his fingers through mine as I hold his shoulder, and my lips quirk upward at the thought that he's trying to hold my hand. I spread my fingers so he has a better grip, choosing to give in to him just this once, but instead he tears my hand off and throws it aside.

I frown and bite into my bottom lip as I look up and meet his gaze.

Gray pulls Charlie away as she comes down from her high, and I watch as he blinks and tries to push away the budding tears in his eyes. I drop my gaze to the ground in shame, worried that I've pushed him too far. I shouldn't have continued when I noticed Gray and Charlie were here.

Fuck. Backing up, I put some physical space between us before the scent of Charlie's arousal has me hard for round two.

"You shouldn't have come here." I state, looking up and staring directly at Gray.

He flinches and refuses to meet my gaze. Good. He knows he fucked up. The guilty look on his face remains as he turns Charlie in his arms and spews some excuse about wanting Charlie to know that I would choose her over Shay.

I clench my jaw shut at his admittance, infuriated that he's going to such extreme measures just to shove his female on me. If Charlie were a stronger breed, then maybe, but she just won't work. It's not even a possibility.

She'll be hunted by every other Demon and greedy being out there, and we can only protect her so much. Even Silas has had a couple of close calls, and he's a fucking Fate. I can't bond with somebody only to have them torn away and killed in a year's time.

"And then thought it would be fun to stick around and watch me like a pair of desperate fucking creeps?" I snap, hoping that my voice comes across as angry instead of excited. I want to know if it was Charlie or Gray's idea to watch me, and I want to know how Charlie reacted when Gray started touching her. "This doesn't change anything. Shay is my chosen female." I continue, hoping that my cruel words will be enough to steer both of them away from me.

I need some space.

Gray glares at me, but says nothing as he and Charlie leave, their forms disintegrating before vanishing entirely from my mind. The space feels lighter with them gone, and I turn to slam my fist into the wooden table.

It doesn't hurt nearly as much as I want it to.