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“Oh shit, Rook!” I shout as he fucks me against the wall with his fingers, slipping them in and out slowly, stretching me, opening me up wide as he inserts another. My eyes close as I get lost in the feel of his body against mine.

“Look at me, baby,” Rook commands, and I immediately comply as he curls his fingers up and hits my G-spot, making me cry out as pleasure washes over me from head to toe. I want to touch him, to reach out and hold him close but all I can do is take and feel. I give my body over to Rook and he sends me soaring, my orgasm already building from his slow methodical pace. I can hear how wet I am from the squishing sound his fingers make as he strokes in and out of me. It’s filthy and messy but I love it.

“Damn, I wish this was my cock.” He brushes his lips against mine, then pulls away, teasing me. “Look at how greedy this pussy is, devouring my fingers. It’s screaming for my entire hand.” He leans in and nips and bites my neck as he slips another finger inside me.

“Shit!” I shout, raising up on my tiptoes once more. I whimper, unsure if I can take what he is offering, but I want to try as I squirm against him.

“Do you want more, baby?” he asks as he picks up the pace. I begin to thrash against the wall. His fingers drag over my G-spot making my eyes roll in the back of my head.

“Rook. . .I. . .yes. . .” I suck in a sharp breath as he brushes my clit once more before his thumb joins the party. All five fingers fill me. Rook works his hand like a jack hammer, my back arches off the wall as the pressure inside of me mounts. I’m so full. It feels like he’s everywhere, pushing so hard, my pussy squirts. I really hope I didn’t pee my pants.

“Oh God! Fuck!” I cry out, taking his whole hand with ease as it glides in and out of me and he doesn’t let up as he fucks me brutally. I writhe and buck against him as he destroys me. I am sure whoever is close by can hear my screams, and fuck if I care. I needed this. I need to feel something, anything.

“Cum on my hand, baby, give it to me. Now!” he shouts, then slams his mouth against mine as I cum so hard I think I might have blacked out for a second.

“Good girl, baby,” he croons as he kisses my lips softly as I come down from my high as he slips his hand out of me slowly. He pulls back and smiles knowingly. “Better?” he asks as he licks his fingers, groaning after he releases each digit.

“Yes,” I say, slumping against him, my forehead resting on his chest. “I love you, Rook,” I say as emotions bubble up out of nowhere. I love this Demon; he always knows what I need even when I don’t know I need it.

“I love you too, baby girl.” He kisses the top of my head then slowly steps away from me, allowing me to stand on my own.

“Now, let’s go see Bishop. He’s waiting,” he says as he turns toward the door.

“How did—"

“Because, baby, I know you. I let you stew for long enough. If you hadn’t called me just now, I was going to come to you regardless. But I’m glad you got there first,” he says as he holds out his hand to me. See what I mean? He always knows.

“Can I get cleaned up first?” I ask, feeling my face flush. I don’t need Bishop to know what we’ve been doing. Rook laughs, then grabs my hand and pulls me out the door.

“Only if you let me join you.” He winks.

Well, I can’t say no to that.

ChapterEleven

ROOK

The shadows are where I dwell, hidden in plain sight, passing between walls; Bishop’s ultimate invisible spy. There isn’t much I don’t miss within these walls. There is a collective breath being held between us as we wait for Micah to finally speak. She’s avoided everyone since her father’s memorial. After three days, enough is enough. Especially when I overheard her conversation with Marcus. Her concerns, her fears, in my opinion, are unwarranted, but how can I or any of us reassure her when she won’t express how she’s feeling. Bishop, Lyrik, and I have lived a long time between the three of us and we damn sure don’t have all the answers, so why would we expect her to?

After taking a little extra time in the shower a few hours ago, we finally made our way down to the throne room. Lyrik appears as if on cue, swooping in and kissing Micah soundly before he moves to the back of the room beside me. We watch her walk; the sway of her curvy hips makes my dick twitch even though I was buried deep inside of her only an hour ago.

Ty holds out his hand to her and she takes it, letting him pull her into his chest. I watch her chest expand and contract as she visibly relaxes. Trys sandwiches her in between the two of them, he bends, pushing his unruly hair out of his face, eyes locked with hers as he whispers something I can’t hear from this far away that makes her laugh. Esme and Sam stand nearby, his arm draped over her shoulder protectively as she watches Micah from the corner of her eye. Interesting. Rodyn stands next to his brothers but off to the side lost in thought as Marcus walks with purpose. His shoulders are stiff, lips pursed in a frown as he joins the others as we all wait for Bishop.

“Any change?” Lyrik leans over and whispers when Bishop suddenly appears in the air above his throne, white wings spread wide as he glides down to the floor. His eyes find mine and I nod, silently communicating that Micah is ready to talk.

“Don’t you feel it?” I ask with a chuckle and the look of confusion on his face makes me laugh out loud, garnering Micah’s attention as she turns around and narrows her eyes at the two of us. I broaden my smile and she gives me a good-natured head shake before she turns her head away.

“What the hell, Shade? Make it make sense. I have had enough bullshit today.” He huffs, clearly being deputized as a Headmaster is taking its toll on the Incubus, he is more irritated by the day. He looks impeccable as usual, in his navy-blue suit with flat cap to match, not a curl of his black hair out of place. No, it’s the shadows under his eyes, the clench of his jaw, and the way his tie hangs loose around his neck, which are a dead giveaway that he is carrying a lot on his shoulders. The Coalitions, Covens, and Councils of the various Supernatural communities are riding his ass about the events that took place at HellNight Academy. Yet not a Vamp, Wolf, Witch or Warlock has attempted to approach Caelum Academy for the displacement of their precious children for fear of Michael’s wrath. Dicks, the lot of them. The Academy grounds are dying and the wards a few professors have put in place are all falling apart daily. It’s a mess of epic proportions. At this rate there won’t be a school left to go back to. Oh, and Lucretia is still missing. Who knows where she disappeared to? I’ve been keeping my eyes and ears open just in case I catch wind of where she’s hiding.

“Tension. It’s so thick Ty could cut it with one of his many knives,” I whisper. “She’s been sparring daily, testing her strength and power, but avoiding everyone.” I gesture toward the group. “Our Mate is feeling the pressure of leadership.”

Lyrik tsks. “She has us. None of us will let her go out there alone,” he says as he wipes his hands down his face in agitation. I think we are all a little on edge. Even as a Shade, I can’t get close enough to Caelum to know what’s going on behind their wards. We are blind until Michael makes a move, but when he does, will it be too late to react? What will it cost Micah?

“I think she knows we are here for her. What she needs is to believe that she is enough. Not an easy feat when you are up against seemingly insurmountable odds. Oh, and Michael.” I shrug as Bishop clears his throat, getting right down to business.

“Micah,” he calls her name and motions toward the throne, bowing slightly and sweeping his arms in front of him to indicate he’s giving her the floor. My mouth falls open in shock at the display. She won’t understand the significance of this moment, none of them will. He is relinquishing control and allowing her to stand in his place. This is what she needs, and he is giving it to her without even telling her. A silent boost of confidence, that he is with her, ready and willing to follow her lead.

My cold, dark heart hammers in my chest as I watch his wings vanish. He almost looks normal, like any other man, like a father. It has taken me years to understand the intricacies of Human emotions. I’ve observed them all over time, until I began to feel them myself. With Micah, it was love. But right now, as I watch Bishop walk down the steps, hands in his pants pockets, acting cool and easy, as if this was an everyday occurrence, I feel nothing but pride. He doesn’t hesitate as he walks past his daughter and heads toward the back of the room. Lyrik shuffles over, making space between us. We’re both stunned by his actions. I thought I would never see this day.

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