Page 12 of Unbroken
"Fear is not always a bad thing, so don’t come rushing in prematurely.” I turn around and give him a pointed look, placing my hands on my hips in the hope that he sees I mean business. Rook stands at the end of the hall, watching me for moment, then nods.
“Okay, baby.” He relents, raising his hands in surrender. “But you just woke, and I’m concerned. If he takes too much I—"
“I love you, Rook. It’s going to be fine," I say, turning away from him as I reach the door, then stop and turn around again. “Wait, Rook. Is Marcus awake? Is he okay?” In all the hurrying around, I failed to ask about my brother. . .bad sister I am.
“Still healing but he is fine,” he replies, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels. “I love you more, Sweetheart.” My Mate is anxious, I can feel it. I try to push calmness through our bond, and it seems to work as I watch his shoulders relax.
“Can you check on Marcus for me, please? Let him know I’m awake and I will come to see him once Lyrik is done with me,” I say, turning once more and placing my hand on the doorknob.
"Yes, ma'am." I don't turn around to acknowledge him as an almost inaudible snap lets me know he has gone. I rub at my chest, all of their concern is giving me heartburn, literally. I try to stay as peaceful as I can. I have no reason to fear.
The door rattles again as the banging resumes, the hinges almost give way, but as soon as I put my hand on the door handle ready to twist it, the noise stops. I step close enough to the door that my body is flush against it, with the palm of my other hand flat against the cold metal.
"Lyrik," I call his name, keeping my voice serene and quiet.
I lean further and press my cheek to the door, then my ear to hear if he responds. There is nothing but silence to greet me. I wait a minute longer, but when he doesn't answer, I call out to him again, "I'm coming in, okay?" I push the door open, and it makes an eerie, creepy, creaking sound. Well, that’s not ominous at all. The room beyond is dark except for the red glow from the light outside. I push the door open further, quickly stepping inside and closing it behind me with a soft click.
With my back against the door, I give my eyes a minute to adjust, but I can't make out any shapes in the room that resemble a person. The room is large like most of the rooms in the tower. This room in particular seems to have the least amount of furniture, as if it’s been adapted to hold a prisoner in luxury. A large wooden canopy bed sits in the middle of the room with two leather wingback chairs set off to the side, creating a cozy seating area. A fireplace sits cold and dark on the opposite side of the room. There’s a wardrobe standing on its lonesome closer to the entrance near the bathroom and that is basically it. Metal wall sconces line the walls with a few paintings that I can’t make out due to my limited visibility. There is a balcony that leads outside with billowing drapes hanging from the entrance. The room is minimalistic but it’s still beautifully designed. I take a step away from the door, searching, seeking, trying to feel for him instead of looking for a shape.
"Micah." The sound of my name is like a whisper on the wind, it causes a tickling sensation on the back of my neck that sends chills down my spine. Something brushes against my leg and on instinct I lift it in surprise, searching for whatever touched me. With my eyes cast down, my heart begins to pound in anticipation as purple tendrils roll over the floor, filling up the space around me.
Lyrik. He is here but not here, his power is potent and thick like syrup as it hits me slowly, sliding down my entire body, making me shudder with instant need.Fuck. I’m so screwed.
I draw in a sharp breath as I watch a purple mist like tentacle climb up my ankles, gyrating all the way up my bare legs, the sensation feels like multiple pairs of hands caressing me. My thighs clench, my body is suddenly on fire as my knees buckle from the force of the lust in the air. I hit the floor on my hands and knees, panting for breath. Lyrik’s allure engulfs me. A purple arm forms, coming out of the mass, reaching out to me like a cobra striking. It encircles my neck, squeezing hard and yanking me up on my knees. I am at his mercy as I struggle for oxygen, head spinning as my entire body comes alive while every nerve ending receives a jolt of ecstasy.
I whimper. “Lyrik.” I can barely croak out his name; the grip on my neck tightens until my vision begins to blur. Lyrik’s magic races up my body in a rush of all consuming pleasure. He’s stroking my clit, impaling my pussy, spreading my ass cheeks and plunging in deep, and lapping at my breasts, all without undressing me.
My back bows, my mouth parts in a silent scream, tears slide down my face, my arms spread out wide on either side of me like a bound sacrifice as he takes from me, stripping my soul bare right here on the floor. Fucking me on a spiritual level, he surrounds me completely. I’m a moaning, writhing, mewling mess before him, riding wave after wave of bliss as I cum for him so many times I lose count. I cum until my knees no longer hold me. The grip on my neck loosens and I collapse to the floor, my cheek hits the cold stone floor in relief, ignoring the pain as my body shakes from the aftermath. I take in a lung full of air, trying to calm my palpating heart.
“Need. . .you. . . Micah.” Lyrik’s voice is louder now but I’m so weak I can’t lift my head to see if he’s materialized. Did he get enough from me to be whole again?
“Take from me, I am yours,” I say from the floor, my voice trembles as I try to lift myself up on shaky arms. I pick myself off the floor, swaying on my feet as I pull the oversized t-shirt off over my head, judging by the color choice I can only assume it’s Ty’s. Hooking my fingers through the waist band of my electric blue yoga pants, I slide them down my legs and kick them across the room. I stand naked and waiting, feeling his eyes on me without seeing him. Lyrik is everywhere, pressing in on me, drinking me in as his allure touches my naked skin in a sweet caress.
“Mine. . .you’re mine.” His seductive timbre grows stronger as hands. . .his hands slide down the front of my body, his fingers rough as he skims over my nipples, cupping my breasts, weighing them both. I almost sag in relief as he lays a soft kiss at the nape of my neck, then he scoops me up like I weigh nothing, cradling me against his strong, naked caramel colored skin. I nestle into him, taking in his rich cedar and musk scent like it’s all I need to survive.
“Yours,” I finally reply as I look up into his hazel eyes that appear to be glowing from his renewed power. I reach up and he leans into my hand as I cup his face. “Hey, baby.” I smile weakly as he carries me to bed in the middle of the room.
“Meus amor,” he says so lovingly that it makes my heart and pussy clench at the same time.
My finger traces his bottom lip and his mouth parts for me, his teeth graze over my thumb before he pulls it into his mouth, sucking on it hard. I moan, the strong pull of his mouth sends an electric pulse straight through my body and down between my thighs. My body is spent, you would think I have nothing left, but for him, I will give my all. He could have the last drop of my soul if it means he is whole, safe, and sound with me.
Lyrik lays me down on the bed and I go willingly, too exhausted to do much else. I lift my head and take in his glorious form, broad chest and shoulders, muscular arms and an eight pack that makes me do a double take as my eyes travel along the chiseled V-shape of his waist straight down to his very erect, glistening, long, and girthy golden dick. Well, damn. I’ve died again and maybe reached Heaven this time.
“You like what you see, meus amor?” He smirks as he leans over me, thick, tree trunk-like thighs straddle my body, leaving me nothing but his swinging cock for me gawk at. I follow the movements, dicknosis is in full affect as he chuckles.
My eyes find his and I reach out to him. “Yes,” I reply, my Lyrik, my fated Mate. Mine, all mine. Lyrik moves gracefully down my body until he’s sitting at my feet. His fingers trace up my inner thighs, parting my legs slowly as he looks down at my eager pussy.
“So, fucking beautiful, meus amor. This perfect pussy is all mine.” He groans, eyes blazing as he picks up my right leg and tosses it over his shoulder, lifting my hips he gives me no warning as he positions his cock at my entrance and slides into me hard and fast. My back arches off the bed and I scream as he fills me up, his cock gives no quarter as he leans down over me and grinds himself into me, his pelvic bone doing delicious things to my clit.
“Fuck!” I cry out and our lips collide as he swallows my screams with his brutal kisses, thrusting inside of me at a punishing pace. I hang on, grabbing onto his arms so tight he will be bruised once we’re done. Lifting my other leg over his shoulder, Lyrik shifts his hips to hit me in all the right places. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he hits my G-spot, making shockwaves quake through me as I shout incoherently with each powerful stroke.
“Look at how well you feed me, meus amor. You are all I need; all I will ever need. No one else but you,” he purrs as he slows his pace, dragging out the orgasm building up inside of me. I can feel the give and take of his allure as he consumes the sexual energy between us. Lyrik breathes in deep, his tongue licking the air, as if he can taste and savor the flavor of my pleasure. “Delicious.” He looks down at me with such tenderness, my heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest. I can feel the bond between us burning bright, knitting together an unbroken union settling deep in my soul.
“Lyrik. Oh God!” I plead, for what I don’t know, but I feel so full of him, of all of them, that I can’t breathe. Tears threaten to spill once more as I feel them all inside of my chest. Interlocking connections brimming with power but most importantly, love. I didn’t know the heart could give so much of itself; my love is limitless, as I’m overcome with joy at the gifts I’ve been given. I thought I’d died. I thought I’d lost them. I thought I was going to lose him. This beautiful Demon who I’ve barely begun to know and love.
“Give me one more, meus amor,” Lyrik says as he releases my legs and covers me with the warmth of his body, his skin hard and hot against my fingers as he rocks into me as he takes what he needs from me. His fingers slide between us, and I gasp into his mouth as he circles my clit painstakingly slowly. Pressure starts to build inside of me, a tingling sensation from the tips of my toes rising higher and higher, making me delirious with the need to cum.
“That’s right, baby. Let yourself go, let my pleasure wash over you. I can do this all night and I plan to. I can feel your pussy squeezing me, so eager. Cum for me, Micah. Give. Me. One. More,” he croons as he licks my lips before leaning down to take my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth graze my hard peak.
