11. Angry Husbands
Aleiraah
Silk skirts bunched around my waist with a random human's face pressed to my pussy is not how I wanted to be found by my mates!
Shuddering from the aftereffects of that unwanted climax, I put my foot against what's-his-name's chest and kick with bruising force. My stomach roils with disgust. He flies and hits the wall adjacent to the door at an odd angle. I think I hear a rib or two crack.
Good.
That'll teach him. I should break every bone in his fucking body!
Azael reacts first, moving toward him and helping him up.
I feel reasonably betrayed.
Why is he helping up that worm?
"Why are you only now kicking him to the curb Aleiraah, when a few moments ago you were enjoying his mouth on your cunt so much that you fucking came?" Ifrinn asks, sarcasm and fury dripping from each word, making me cringe.
Feeling icky and off balance, I manage to right my skirts slowly. Taking a cleansing breath, I reply, "I didn't give him permission to stuff his face in my pussy."
"Oh? So, he just magically fell into it face first?" He sneers.
"You know very well what your allure does to unsuspecting mortals, yet here you are, alone in a room with one. And you’re not even wearing that fucking chain! How the hell is he supposed to resist your allure, Aleiraah? Tell me!" Ifrinn shouts angrily, his dark horns elongating.
I'm slow to respond since he’s never shouted at me like this.
But in the next heartbeat, rage kindles in my chest. "You don't know what you're implying, Rinn! Don’t jump to wrong conclusions. He’s–", I pause, appalled by Azael––who has remained a quiet observant so far––as he finishes healing the sneaky little pig with his angelic manna.
He hands the rat-bastard over to Rozalin, who's standing outside the open doorway. That fucker has the audacity to tremble, looking contrite and mutters, "Thank you, kind Mistress!”
Rozalin spears him with a thunderous look and yanks him away by his collar before I can rip away his tongue. He scampers along, head bowed, like the filthy rodent he is.
"He is what, Aleiraah? We always turn a blind eye to your proclivities. But this time, even I agree that you have gone too far. What do you think we should know that would justify your actions?" Azael demands with a forced calm. But there's a wave of rage flaring up behind his eyes.
I’m too enraged to speak, but his judgmental tone makes me lash out––"My proclivities? What are you even insinuating? I’m a succubus for fuck’s sake!
I revel in desire and lust! That's my nature.
I try to help others by lending them a sympathetic ear.
In turn, if they share their lustful essence indirectly with me, what's the harm?
They're willing and I don’t cross physical boundaries.
Have you ever seen me taking advantage of anyone? "
"We just did, Aleiraah!" Rinn shouts.
"Don't shout at me!" I yell back. "I’m not one of your hell-harlots who love to polish your dick, that you think I know nothing about!"
Ifrinn's stills, eyes widening in shock, but before I can continue, I'm hauled like a sack of potatoes over his wide shoulders. Bones and muscle dig into the curve of my stomach as he strides toward our private wing.
Furious, I struggle to get off his shoulder but Azael captures my arms and holds them hostage.
They only tighten their hold when I scream to let me down, and Rinn gives a swift slap to my ass.
It makes me see red and I start kicking at his groin. That's when he unceremoniously dumps me on a big fluffy bed while letting out a pained grunt.
Got him in his precious family jewels. Good. Maybe I should rip them off too!
Flipping back my hair, I notice we’re in my private chamber. It's a circular room that connects to their individual chambers and also to the common room.
Azael must have mentally reached out to everyone, as the remaining five trickle into the bedroom.
"What's going on, Moon?" Archie frowns, looks at me then at everyone gathered.
"Why do you look so disheveled, Starling?" Baz questions, voice full of concern, eyes scanning me for possible injuries.
"Kitten, are you alright?" Silas asks in a tight voice as he moves closer, a worried look on his face.
"Delight, are you okay?" Alistair steps closer too, as if trying to shield me from invisible threats.
"What's happened, Love?" Zien demands, his voice ragged with alarm.
They chime in one after another, ranging from curious to concerned. But I sense a shift in their energy almost immediately and realize why. Rinn has started projecting the scene they walked in on earlier for the rest to clue in.
He deliberately left me out.
A heavy weight of disappointment settles in my gut. He just singlehandedly tainted my image. Controlling the narrative.
Feeling betrayed yet again, I stare at Rinn in open dismay. But his expression remains impassive. Guess he wanted to get even for my 'dick-polish' comment. But I only spoke the truth.
Shocked intake of breaths followed by growls and the sound of jaws grinding spread in the room.
I watch everyone closely, waiting for them to start their accusations or worse, question my integrity. But instead they get a calculative glint in their eyes. It makes me uneasy. Nervous.
"What? No questions?" I ask with false bravado as they draw closer. Inside, my heart twinges painfully.
"We heard and saw enough already, Love." Zien drawls, his red eyes hard.
"It's time for a little punishment, don't you think?" Baz adds softly, which makes it sound like a whispered threat.
"After all, on the day of the Veilmoon you chose to satisfy your appetite with a human. You’d rather come on his tongue than fuck your mates." Silas growls.
"I did not choose to come on what's-his-name's tongue!" I protest, gritting my jaw. The icky feeling comes back and I want to take a bath. Scrub away this awful oily feeling.
"But you did, Aleiraah. From what we saw, you were a willing participant. Was he? Humans are easily susceptible to your allure." Alistair insists with sad eyes.
Wait, he is questioning me? Out of them all, I thought he'd understand––not all that appears real is actually true.
The back of my eyes burn with an onset of humiliating tears, but I swallow the feeling and lift my chin.
"So you all have formed your opinions, disregarding my feelings. I don’t get a say and you already passed judgement, huh? That leaves no room for discussion."
I can't keep the defensiveness out of my tone. With the Veilmoon about to rise, I knew they might not act rationally. But I didn’t expect this level of mistrust and accusation.
They are practically succubae-shaming me!
Not willing to put up with their insults any longer, I climb off the bed and start for the door.
I need space to deal with this shit. They can hem and haw and drown in their unfair, demeaning thoughts.
But before I have taken a few steps Archie grabs me by the waist and throws me back on the bed. Roughly.
I gasp. “What the hell?”
My body bounces a couple of times before an uneasy feeling unfurls in my gut.
"Not so fast, my Moon!" Archie chuckles darkly.
Then as a collective they converge on me, lust leaking from their pores. The blood-red Veilmoon has risen outside the window.