Page 93 of Her Males

A dark-haired woman is in front of me a moment later. She’s arguably one of the most attractive women I’ve ever met, with jet-black hair, black eyes, and full lips I can’t stop myself from glancing at.

“This is Emily, my mom,” Echo says.

Emily frowns as Echo explains that she’s teaching me how to fight, and she rolls her eyes when Echo goes on to say that learning how to take a punch is just as important as being able to give one.

My eyes fall to Emily’s lips before I catch myself and look away.

“It’s okay, Charlie. I’m half-succubus. It’s a natural reaction for your body,” Emily explains, patting my hand before ordering Echo to get a first-aid kit.

I’m only slightly relieved to know I’m not going crazy, and I try to push my embarrassment aside as she begins to apply antibiotic ointment to the cuts on my face.

I’m going to go out tonight and break Echo’s stick into twenty little pieces.

Emily places one last bandage on my forehead before handing the kit back to Echo. Echo carries it out of the room before returning a second later with a small handful of leather.

“You’ll wear our clothing now,” Echo says, setting them on my lap.

My cheeks ache as my lips curl into a smile, and I finger the fabric before unfolding and holding them up in front of me.

“They’re going to be big. Let’s get them fitted,” Emily suggests, glancing between my chest and the top I hold.

I accept her outstretched hand and stand with a slight groan, my legs shaky as she helps me remove my clothing.

A small part of me feels a bit silly having my muscles so sore that I can’t do it myself, but my joy over being accepted by the shifters outshines that. Besides, it’s not like I have any parts they haven’t seen before.

My pride is all-consuming as I put the leathers on and stand in front of the pair. Emily and Echo grin as they start marking where the skirt and top need to be taken in.

“You’re going to look so good,” Emily praises. “I’ll sew these for you tonight and have Chev bring them over tomorrow morning.”

She steps back as I carefully slide the leather top off and hand it over. She and Echo politely look away while I reach for my shirt.

“My mate!” Kato shouts, shoving open the front door.

I gasp and cover my chest at the same moment he screams and spins around. The cabin shakes with how hard he slams his shoulder into the doorway trying to escape, and he blindly reaches back and shuts the door behind him.

Emily laughs, patting my shoulder. “He’s going to stress about that. I’ll see to him,” she says, excusing herself with a subtle shake of her head.

I nod, my face warm as I rush to finish getting dressed. Echo folds the leathers and places them on the counter before grabbing the food Emily made and tucking it under her arm.

She loops her other arm around my waist to help me walk.

I didn’t realize just how badly my body got worked out today, but with each minute of rest, the ache in my muscles grows. I’m not getting out of bed tomorrow, and Rock will have to bring and feed me my meals like a child.

There’s no other way.

Still, I’m proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone and giving this a genuine attempt. I look forward to Echo teaching me more.

Kato lies on his belly on the ground directly outside the cabin, his face buried into the dirt while Emily sits at his side and runs a soft hand down his back.

“I hope you enjoy the food, Charlie. Have a good night,” Emily says, her friendly smile unchanged as she rubs her mate’s back.

Kato groans and curls his arms around his head, and I avoid looking at his exposed butt from where his skirt flopped up. He must’ve thrown himself on the ground immediately after leaving the cabin.

Poor guy.

Him walking in was a bit awkward, but I don’t feel nearly as awful about it as he does. Accidents happen, and it’s not like he ogled. I doubt the man even saw anything during his sheer desperation to leave.

I hesitate, debating whether or not I should say anything to him, when he lets out another loud groan and wraps himself around Emily’s knees. She shakes her head and fixes his skirt before kissing his temple.