Page 42 of Unbroken

“Oh fuck! Rook!” she screams as she creams my finger. I pull back and lick my glistening digits, relishing the taste of her on my tongue. I stand, unable to hold back, and my baby is ready for me. She bends forward and I grab her hips and slam into her, fucking her hard and fast against the wall.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby, like coming home.” I lean forward and grab her around the throat and pull her up, her back to my chest, needing to hold her close. I thrust up, hitting her sweet spot as she chants my name. I love it when she does that. With my free hand, I slap her clit hard.

“Cum,” I command, and she howls, she throws her head back, I turn it to capture her lips in a brutal kiss.

“Rook! Rook, I love you!” she says before I drop my hand from her throat and bend her over again.

“Touch your toes.” She bends quickly at my command, and I lose myself in the feel of her, slamming into her until I’m groaning as I reach my release. She straightens as I pull out of her and she walks into my waiting arms. Backing us into the water, I kiss her lips gently, rubbing my nose against hers. “I love you too, baby.

I grab her vanilla scented soap and wash every inch of her. Memorizing each dip and plane.

If we survive the day. . .yeah, I’ll share a bed and do whatever she asks. As long as we are alive together.

ChapterTwenty-Four

MICAH

We all move quietly through the trees as we follow Marcus, who decided to take point. He knows the woods better than any of us, so I am not complaining. I stick close to his back just in case, but I promised him earlier I wouldn’t be overprotective today. I know he can handle himself, but it’s hard. I would wrap him up in bubble wrap and lock him away from harm if I could. But he would probably get mad and attempt to kick my ass for even suggesting he sits out today. We all have a lot to lose today. I know Marcus wants to get his fellow Light Guardians to safety, and more importantly, he wants to get Bryelle away from Michael. I just hope he doesn’t go rogue and put himself in unnecessary danger.

Marcus holds up his fist to halt us. He points left with his finger and changes directions. We all follow him down a slope for a few more minutes until he halts us once more. This is the spot we all agreed upon when we talked through the plan in the Underworld. Bishop will be able to portal to this spot without detection as I throw up a shield around us. Now, we wait. I take a moment to listen to the early morning bird song and enjoy the slight breeze blowing through the trees.

There’s a chill in the air, and I am grateful that I can push a little fire in my veins to warm myself up. I watch my guys, dressed in all black, cargo pants, long sleeve t-shirts, strategically strapped weapons, and combat boots. All business, and damn if they don’t look good. I am dressed the same, so I am definitely twinning, as Ty and Trys like to say. My father’s sword is strapped to my back, my twin dagger holster strapped to my thighs, power thrumming through my limbs. I am as ready as I’ll ever be.

Red haze begins to crawl along the forest floor, the only warning before a massive oval-shaped portal opens in front of us. Bishop steps out first, white wings flexing behind him clad in a shiny metal breast plate with a silver gleaming scythe on the front. I almost snort. Death. He wears a long-sleeved black shirt under his armor and cargo pants to match. Behind Bishop is Asher, the sight of the massive Demon in the daylight makes my mouth drop in surprise. His bare chest reveals leathery brown skin, that I’m sure is just as tough as armor, his green horns are sharpened to points as his fangs peek out from underneath his top lip.

“Scary much?” I jokingly ask as he approaches, tilting my head back with a toothy grin. He tilts his head to the side and grunts. Yep, I am going to take that as maybe a smile.

“Daughter,” Bishops says as he inclines his head in greeting. There is no softness in his eyes today, no, my father is all rage and chaos. I can feel his power radiating off him in waves.

Demons pour out of the portal, some in their mist forms and others more Humanoid, with an array of colorful skin; reds, greens, and blues. Imps with sick looking pocket-sized scimitars hanging from their belts line up in a row, glancing up at me expectantly. For a moment, I’m wondering why we aren’t moving. My eyes shift to my guys and Trys gives me two thumbs up while Rodyn raises his hand, opening it and closing it, with a bemused look on his face.

“Oh shit,” I groan. They are expecting a speech. I gaze around the group, and yep, they are waiting for me to speak. I blow out a breath. “This is not myBraveheartmoment. You don’t need me to tell you all what’s at stake here. The world as we know it can be destroyed with a snap of God’s fingers if I don’t stop his General from being the biggest dick to ever walk the Earth. None of you owe me your allegiance, you don’t need to be here, but you chose to be. I am grateful to have you watching my back, our backs. I know we won’t all make it today. That’s the nature of battle, of war. So, I say to you all, move swiftly, think decisively, stick to the plan, and try not to die. I really would like to see you all back here when the day is won.” I close my mouth, second guessing how lame that came out, when Asher of all Demons, begins to applaud. Soon the entire group erupts in cheers and whoops of excitement.

Bishop leans in. “Not yourBraveheartmoment, huh? Seems like you did okay to me.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Whatever happens today, I’m proud of you. Now, let’s get this shit over with.”

“Are you ready for what you will you see?” I ask in concern for what he may do when he sees whatever state my mother is in.

“I won’t kill my brother, if that’s what you mean. I may take a few arms and legs, but I won’t kill.” He frowns and walks over to where the Demons are standing by.

“Kitten. Kiss me now.” Ty stands behind me, his tattooed arms wrap around my waist as he turns me around to face him.

“Yes, sir,” I say as I wrap my hands around his neck and let him claim my mouth. I try not to think about anything else but his lips against mine. It’s just us and the Tether between us pulsing strong with anticipation. He pulls away and runs his finger over my bottom lips and sticks it in his mouth. Oh, goodness. This man.Later.

“I’ll be watching you.” He winks and walks away.

“Sunshine.” Trys smiles and holds out his arms to me. I bury my nose in his chest and take a deep breath of his cedar and vanilla scent. Yep, he used my body wash this morning. I raise up on my tiptoes and he meets me halfway to share a sweet chaste kiss.

“I love you, sunshine.” He releases me as Marcus begins to line everyone up.

“Micah,” Rodyn calls my name as he saunters over, his hands shoved in his pockets. A clear indication that my newly formed Tether is nervous.

“Yes.” I lift my chin, readying myself.

“You told me to save it for the right moment.” His lips turn up in a delicious smirk that makes me want to forget myself.

“I did, didn’t I,” I reply knowingly as he grabs my hips and pulls me close. My chest collides with his as he gazes down at me. His eyes fall to my lips then up to meet my eyes.

“I’m in love with you, Micah Jones.” He kisses me softly, making my stomach flip, and I have to pull away.

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