GRAY
Charlie's light snores make their way to my ears as I peek into her room. She's buried beneath layers of blankets, her entire body hidden except for a tuft of messy brown hair resting on her pillow.
She's had a long day, and I'm glad she's able to get some sleep.
Licking my lips, I'm also happy to see she's making use of the TV I had the shadows bring in during dinner. The pamphlet I received from the auction house appears to have been accurate in its claims that humans enjoy watching it.
I'm not personally a huge fan, but I see the appeal.
A human news channel I've never seen before is on, and the men on the screen chat about some drama that holds no meaning.
Those males know nothing of what's happening in our realms. They latch on to the tiny crumbs we give them, obsessing over arguments and restrictions that have no importance to us.
I rest my shoulder against the doorframe as I continue looking around Charlie's room. It's bare. Besides the few articles of clothing I managed to scrounge from our rooms, she has nothing.
That's probably why she was so sad at dinner. It makes sense she'd be missing her family and belongings, and I hate that I didn't think of supplying her with those comforts before bringing her here.
Silas would have remembered. The thought makes me angry, and my jealousy worsens as I remember how kindly he spoke to her when they were alone earlier. I should've been the one to explain those things.
I'm failing my female and she hasn't even been here a full day.
Does she think I'm a lousy caretaker?
Incubi aren't known for our paternal instincts, our interests typically revolving more around pleasure and desire. I've never had to care for a female before, and I hope this one will be patient while I learn.
Charlie lets out a particularly loud snort before rolling over, her face emerging from the blankets as she turns toward me. I admire her upturned nose and the light smattering of freckles across her cheeks before retreating into my bathroom and closing her bedroom door.
She locked them when she took her nap earlier, and I'm taking it as a good sign that she didn't do it again. I'm unsure what changed her mind, but the optimistic side of me wants to believe it's because she knows nobody here will hurt her.
She trusts me already.
I hold back a smile as I step up to the bathroom mirror and look at myself. My cheeks have filled back out since feeding off her, making me look better than I have in weeks. It's shocking how much lust she was able to share with me through just her dreams.
The idea of eventually getting to feed off her in real life has me holding back a groan. She's the perfect female, and I know Aziel and Silas will grow to appreciate her as well. It's clear they're both attracted to her, and despite their best attempts at hiding it, I could smell their arousal when I told them about Charlie's dream.
Aziel's too old to be continuing to hold out on taking a bonded mate, and Silas is growing angsty with each passing year. It's clear we're all desperate for some genuine intimacy. That's exactly what Charlie can provide.
Silas and Aziel think she is to be nothing more than a short-term fling, something to keep me busy for a while, but I'm ready to settle down and I'm hoping they come to feel the same way once they've grown comfortable with having Charlie around.
I bite my bottom lip and turn away from the mirror as I feel my want for Charlie growing. I'm still hungry, and it's hard to resist the urge to seep into either her bedroom or her dreams.
