Page 34 of Unbroken

“Is the big bad Rodyn Larrieux afraid of the dark?” I chuckle, I can be snarky when I want to be.

“So, it’s not just me then?” Rodyn replies as Lyrik’s deep laugh booms through the phone. “The Incubus thinks I’m paranoid but it’s creepy as fuck out here tonight.”

“We are used to the carnage the night brings. It’s going to take some getting used to,” I say, trying to convince him and myself that this is just a case of strangeness, a reaction to the new normal.

“Well, there is nothing going on here. Lyrik thinks we should give it another hour and call it. I don’t see why we can’t just call it now,” he says with annoyance. I am sure he is rolling his eyes at our fearless Deputy Headmaster.

“You eager to get back to Micah?” I ask knowingly. I knew it the moment I saw the two of them together earlier. Micah is practically spilling magic, there is so much of it. I just hope it’s enough.

“Yes. I won’t deny it,” he says it so easily that he brings a smile to my face. Me, a smile. It is a new day, I mean night, for Ty Larrieux.

“Well, get in line. That’s only if Trys hasn’t fucked her unconscious. How he got the short stick is beyond me. How did he get distraction duty?” I mutter bitterly, walking along the path. Marcus is still in sight, but I’m enjoying the night and the easy conversation with my brother. Another real first for the both of us.

“Well, knowing Trys, he probably has her up on the roof,” Rodyn replies, I can almost see him face palming himself.

“Popcorn.” I chuckle. My stomach grumbles at the mention of food.

“I’ll see you back at the house,” Rodyn says after a minute. “The task master wants to check The Pavilion and the ruins of West Tower.”

“Yep,” I reply before the call goes dead. I slide my phone back in my pocket and call for my knife. The spinning of the blade in my hand is relaxing as I continue to check the trees, wondering if I should find Sam and bring him back to the house.

“Ah. . .Ty!” Marcus shouts up ahead. He turns and starts running back to me. “Oh fuck, look up!”

My head snaps up as something comes barreling towards the ground. I’m running, knife at the ready as I try to determine what it could be. Micah got all the Gargoyles so it can’t be?

Gravity is a bitch. Whatever it is hits the ground a few feet away from us. I can hear the crunch, crack, and snap of bones. I come to a halt before I trample over—

“What the fuck!” I shout, looking up into the sky for the offender just in case they decide to join us on the ground. But the night is quiet again as I fall to my knees. Lamplight shines down on ice white hair-tinged pink as blood flows freely from a cut on her head. Her legs are twisted awkwardly as well as both her arms. Her breathing is shallow and rapid as she lies there, unconscious, bleeding, and broken.

Esme.

“Esme!” Marcus shouts as he falls to his knee beside me. “Who did this to her? Did her Coven do this?” he asks as if I have all the answers. I don’t know how to reply to that. One, I have no clue, and two, why the hell would she be falling from the sky like she’s fallen from grace?

“I don’t know, but we need to get her to the hospital. I need you to call your sister and see if you can find—”

A Wolf bays in the distance as I gently scoop Esme into my arms, careful not to jostle her. “Never mind, Sam is coming. Get Micah,” I say in a rush. Marcus takes off so fast I’m not so sure if he lost all of his Light Guardian powers after all.

I hold Esme to my chest. I don’t think I’ve ever said a prayer in my life, but I try.

I pray she survives.

“Hang on, little witch. I got you,” I say gently as I let my power take hold, hoping Ms. Bertha and Ms. Margaret can work a miracle with their magic. I can almost feel her life slipping away.

ChapterTwenty

TRYS

“Oh. . . Oh. . .my God. . .Trys. Please!” My beautiful sunshine begs so prettily. I want to give in and give her what she wants most, but where’s the fun in that? I lean over her naked, bound body, and kiss her lips, she lifts her head, turning left then right. The black satin blindfold keeps me hidden as she searches for my mouth. I had one job tonight, and I am taking one for the entire team. Not that it’s a hardship, my dick is ecstatic, I’m ecstatic, we are both having a fucking blast. Well, Micah might beg to differ, but a little pleasure, pain, and then more glorious pleasure goes hand in hand. Lyrik wants me to keep Micah distracted, and I said aye aye, Captain Incubus Headmaster, sir!

“Now, sunshine. One kiss. I promised one kiss if you took your distraction like a good girl,” I croon as I turn the switch up on the bright yellow vibrator and go to work. But first, I stop and admire her body spread out before me, she is a feast for the eyes, and my cock is screaming, “My turn”, but we both came to an agreement that this isn’t about us. It’s about our sunshine and how long we can edge her before she reaches oblivion. Only then will she be able to cum. I want that pussy drenching my sheets. I want her legs shaking, back arching, chest heaving, and sobs of relief by the time I finish.

“Trys, please,” she begs again as I take the vibrator and tease her pussy lips, running it up and down her folds, then bam, I hit her clit and hold it there and she howls.

“Fuuccck!! Oh shit! Oh shit!!” she chants as her hips buck off the bed. “Don’t stop, please! Don’t you dare fucking stop!” she shouts as I count to five in my head, her breath hitches and I remove all stimulation.

“Oh, mother of moons, Trys, I am going to murder you. I mean it. I am going to use my knife and cut off your dick. I want to cum. How long have we been doing this? Mercy. Show me, mercy!” she pleads and cries, pulling against the straps, arms over her head lifting her breasts in the air. De-fucking-licious.

Tempting, so tempting. Nope. Not yet. I lift up from my seated position to kneel on my knees and switch off the vibrator. My sunshine stills, chest heaving, trying to figure out where I am and what I’m doing, but I am a master. Everything I need is within my reach. This is me in pleasure mode. Trys in torture mode is another animal, but I would never release that beast on my sunshine. I don’t think we need the dungeon anymore. I control my darkness; it doesn’t control me. I’ll give old Luc Luc some credit, a bit of blood made it all better.

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