Page 37 of Unshaken

“Not yet. I doubt it would have happened so fast between us if she hadn’t awakened her Demonic nature and needed the release.” He arches his brow with a smirk aimed at me. Yes, your welcome. It’s my fault you got your dick wet.

“She will never forgive what I did,” I say without realizing it. I meant for it to be spoken internally. Shit. If I can’t be honest with my brother, then who the hell can I be truthful with? Ty finds my eyes and his shadow loosens, allowing me to speak more freely.

“I don’t know how to do anything other than what our mother demands I do. Going against her will never bode well for any of us. You’ve Tethered yourself to Micah after she gave strict instructions to stay away. I’m screwed because I can’t even look at her,” I point to Sasha.

“I could kill her,” he deadpans, and I can’t help but laugh. My problems would be solved, but I know it will only cause more problems. The only way to get rid of Sasha is if she put herself in a situation I can’t save her from.

“Release her. I have a feeling she will dig her own grave,” I reply. His shadow retreats releasing me, and Sasha crashes to the floor in a heap of too tight clothes and tears. She lays there and cries, looking at me to rush over to her and pick her up but I ignore her.

“Micah won’t let me near her now,” I say regretfully. I still don’t know if Tethering myself to her is what I want, but I also don’t want my throat cut in my sleep by Trys in a manic outburst either. For now, I’ll call a truce. I’ve done too much in such a short time already. I don’t know if I can ever be redeemed in her eyes. I deserve her hatred.

“Give it time,” Ty says. “I will leave you with your thoughts.” He turns to leave, stepping over Sasha who is still crying. She hasn’t even figured out we can’t hear her. “You’re right though, the fall out with our mother will be World War III in the making. She will try to come for Micah herself, but she made the biggest mistake when she brought an unsuspected Wolf into the sheep's pen.”

“Wait, Micah’s the Wolf?” I ask as I watch him go.

“The big bad. I can’t wait until she sees it too.” He throws his hand up in goodbye and leaves me standing over my sobbing fiancée. I wave away the spell and her cries echo through the now empty house. I bend down and play the dutiful boyfriend for the last time.

“Sasha, we need to talk.”

Twenty-Four

MICAH

“Close your eyes,” Trys whispers against my neck. I crack one eye open, stifling a laugh at the red silk bonnet he stole from me to protect his hair last night. After a long night and long day of waiting for Esme to wake up, Ms. Bertha finally threw us out of the Hospital wing to get some rest before class tomorrow. I didn’t want to leave until Esme’s eyes opened, but after sleeping on the floor with my head in Trys or Ty’s lap, my bed felt like a dream. I haven’t slept well all week, but with two warm bodies surrounding me, it makes it easier to close my eyes and not think about the last forty-eight hours.

“My eyes are closed.” I smirk sleepily, stretching my arms and legs out after remaining in one spot for so long. I feel for Ty and his spot is cold. I pat the bed knowing, he left us here alone.

“He went for food.” Trys nestles closer, his body is warm, and I yawn as sleep calls to me again.

“Trys, the sun’s not out yet. Did he go to milk the cows and collect eggs from the chickens?” Trys laughs, his deep voice sending sweet vibrations through me, and I suddenly don’t feel as sleepy as I turn on my side and face him. We lay nose to nose, taking each other in during the quiet early morning light.

“Are you going to play my game or not?” He pouts making me laugh softly.

“You know, as the resident Academy crazed bad boy, you make pouting look good,” I say as I lean in and take his bottom lip between my teeth, sucking it gently. I elicit a delicious groan from his parted lips. “And I didn’t know we were playing a game.” I lift my brow in question as I pull away and lay my head beside his. It feels nice to lay here like this, with him beside me, with the both of them beside me. I never thought I would have this in a million years. I thought I would be destined to be with whoever my parents arranged for me to marry. I would have died a thousand deaths if I had to live in a world where I never got to feel a mere portion of what I feel right here, right now.

“Now you’re not playing fair.” He bats his long eyelashes at me, and I am almost envious of how perfect they look. Why do men get to have such perfect features and most woman grow up self-conscious trying to achieve the unachievable. “Do you trust me?” he whispers, giving me the sexiest, panty-melting smile he can muster. Holy drip drop, that will get a girl going.

I take a moment to breathe. Those four little words are the gateway to everything in a budding relationship. Of course I trust him, I can’t deny it. “Yes,” I reply, and he blinks once, opening those beautiful black and white eyes, and pounces. Our lips collide in a searing kiss, taking me by surprise as he rolls me on my back. I open up for him as his tongue finds mine, he goes deeper, kissing me like my very essence gives him life. I don’t fight for dominance. I let him take me. I spread my legs wide, and he settles between them, pressing his very hard length into my core.

He pulls back, my thoroughly kissed lips tingle from the loss. “You wanna play with me, sunshine?” He leans in, sucking on my neck hard, making me writhe beneath him, my hips lifting, seeking more but he tsks.

“Yes or no?” He pulls away again, causing me to blow out a breath in frustration. Trys laughs. “If you don’t want to play with me, I can’t give you a reward.” He presses into me, cock grinding against me, letting me feel exactly what I am playing for.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. I will play any game he wants if it involves me screaming his name.

“Good girl, sunshine.” He pecks my lips excitedly as his hand skims the bottom of my tank top. I shiver under his touch.

“You will do everything I tell you to do, or this ends with you having a very blue pussy.” My mouth falls open to protest, but he continues.

“A simple yes or no from here on out.”

He gives me no room to complain so I give in. “Yes.”

“Close your eyes and raise your hands over your head.” He commands, and I do as he asks. Trys lifts my tank top up slowly, his tongue tracing up the center of my chest, and I moan, my only response to how good it feels. I want to reach out and touch him, but I stop myself as he leaves the top to cover my face, locking my arms in place.

“Not the best blindfold, but it will do,” I hear him say as his mouth finds my nipple, sucking, biting, and pulling it between his lips and teeth.

“Oh fuck!” I shout. My hips lift but he pins me with his own hips and continues to torture my sensitive buds. Pain and pleasure washes over me, leaving me panting. My chest is heaving as he repeats the process with my other breast until I am begging for a reprieve.

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