Light the Shadows (A Grimm Novel)

by Clay, Michelle

  “I helped you smooth things over then. Now it’s your turn.” Sully slapped him on the shoulder. “How is this any different? I’m only protecting what’s mine.”

  Brewer finally nodded in agreement. “Harmon had a little scuffle with you after you walked in on him trying to strangle your girl. He got away and ran out into traffic. End of story, just like you said.”

  The tightness in Sully’s shoulders eased a bit. The cops were taken care of. Now, as long as Azrael didn’t find out that one of his flock had strayed, he was home safe.

  ****

  He needed to calm down, so he stopped at the motorcycle shop and worked on a bike for an hour or so. Thomas had been in at some point and had cleaned the office and organized the paperwork. He’d even left a note saying they needed coffee, pronto.

  Night had fallen when he finally made it over to Micah’s house. He was happy to see the porch light on, welcoming him. He faltered on the steps, the enormity of it all striking him. Had he not shown up when he did, he might have lost her today.

  Shaking off any residual negativity, he bounded up the steps two at a time then entered the darkened living room. Micah was curled on the couch, wearing only a short silk robe that had hitched up to expose one hip. Late night television flickered across her sleeping face.

  Sully smoothed the hem of her robe down, his fingers lingering on her skin.

  Finally, he bent to tuck his arms beneath the bends of Micah’s legs and under her shoulders. Lifting her, her held her close and carried her to the bedroom. He tucked her beneath the blankets.

  “There you are,” Micah said in a sleepy voice and snagged his hand. “I was getting worried about you.”

  “Sorry, doll. I stopped by the shop to cool my heels.” He sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed fingers against her warm cheek. “I wanted to calm down before I came home.”

  “Home.” Micah smiled then turned her cheek against his palm. “Are you coming to bed?”

  Sully gently traced fingertips against the purplish bruises at her throat. Somehow, he made himself look past it. Besides, she had far more pleasurable things to stare at.

  Micah arched her spine beneath him as his fingers trailed down the center of her chest. He untied the robe, allowing it to fall open and expose all of her treasures. The sound of pleasure that escaped him made her smile.

  Next, he traced the curve of each perfect breast then cupped one in his palm. Flicking his thumb against the hardened bud, he then pinched it between thumb and forefinger. Micah gasped then bit her bottom lip. Desire roared within him, urging him forward.

  His lips closed over the rosy little bud, and then his tongue flicked out to taste her skin. Micah’s hands gripped his shoulders, and she made a sexy sound deep in her throat. Starving for her, he suckled at her breast. He gently rolled the sensitive nub with his teeth and delighted at the cry of pleasure that erupted from his beautiful Micah.

  He stood now, and Micah cried out in displeasure. Her hands reached for him, seemingly desperate to touch him. She worked at his zipper while he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Kicking the jeans off, he crawled onto the bed and nudged her legs open with a knee. She obeyed his silent request, a siren’s smile on her face.

  “Make love to me, Sully,” Micah whispered in his ear. Her tongue danced across his flesh, until she reached his mouth. Their tongues tangled, and passion sparked like kindling between them.

  His fingers sought out the sensitive spot between her thighs. His touch was gentle at first, testing, touching and sliding against her wet center. When she sighed against his shoulder then sank teeth into his flesh, his touch became rough and demanding. Micah’s cries of ecstasy nearly drove him over the edge.

  He pushed her flat against the mattress, devilishly removing her source of pleasure. Sinking between her thighs, he thrust his cock deep inside her. Micah’s hips tilted upward, and she threw her head back. Her nails ran across his bare shoulders, leaving scratches.

  Seizing one of her ankles, he pulled her leg upward to rest on his shoulder. This allowed him to drive even deeper. With her positioned like this, he could see every tantalizing bit of her body. Using the pad of his thumb, he stroked across her exposed clit as he pushed inside her.

  Micah moaned, unable to formulate words it seemed. Her fingers bunched the sheets beside them, and she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. She released the sheets then grasped the hand so lovingly stroking her. She didn’t push his fingers away, but instead clung to his wrist. He wondered what she’d do if he pulled his hand away. Would she grip his wrist tighter, pleasure herself with his fingers?

  He pulled his hand away to test the theory, but she merely gripped his hip instead. Every time his hips drove forward, her fingers would clench on his ass, pulling him deeper.

  Sully was relentless as he pounded into her again and again. Micah cried out, her inner muscles clenching. She was so close to orgasm, but Sully wasn’t done with her just yet.

  He pulled his cock out and reveled in the pleasured pain of not reaching release. His balls tightened, aching for relief. There was no way he could stop now.

  “Turn over.”

  Micah stared up at him, reservation shining in her mismatched eyes.

  He didn’t have time to wait. Sully needed to be sheathed inside her again, plunging deeper and deeper with each stroke. Wordlessly, he flipped her onto her stomach then hooked an arm around her waist. He pulled her up to her knees then pushed her front down. Keeping one hand on her back, he ran his fingers over the cleft of her ass. She shuddered then squirmed beneath him.

  Micah looked at him over her shoulder. Her lashes were lowered, and she bit her bottom lip. Everything from the way she arched her back to the way that she looked at him said, “fuck me now”. He was very happy to oblige her.

  He ran his fingers lower, swirling the silken moisture over her clit. Next he inserted a finger inside her, then two. Micah leaned back a bit, forcing his fingers deeper.

  Sully sat back on his heels, content to allow her to fuck his fingers. He fisted his cock and stroked it in time to her movements. It was almost too much to take.

  Micah’s rhythm had become a bit jerky, the tempo off. She was on the brink of orgasm. Gripping her hips, he slammed his dick into her dripping wet opening. Her inner muscles spasmed and clenched around the shaft of his cock until his head swam. His movement became so rough that Micah’s front half fell to the mattress and her face plowed into the pillows. He held to her hips, keeping her ass tilted upward and allowing him to reach her deepest depths.

  Her screams of pleasure were muted by the fluffy pillows on either side of her head. Her legs quivered, threatening to give out. He wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he gripped her by the hips and met each thrust by pulling her hard against him.

  Micah’s breasts swayed with the movement, and her head whipped side to side. One of her hands clenched the sheet while the other sought out the headboard.

  They were breathing hard, guttural sounds coming from both of their throats. Seconds later, his seed filled her. The head of his cock felt as though it had exploded with the intensity of it. He held her against him until the last stream of semen spurt from him.

  He removed his hands from her, allowing her to ease onto the mattress. Micah sighed in bliss then stretched her legs out on either side of his thighs. She snuggled her face against a pillow. Her eyes were shut, her cheeks flushed and a smile on her face.

  Sully collapsed next to her and sighed with contentment. Micah’s warm body pressed against him. She laid her head against his chest, finding the hollow spot on his shoulder to cradle her head. Her fingers ran through his chest hair and one of her legs lay across his.

  “Mmm, Sully.” She kissed the side of his neck. “That was so … fucking good.”

  He nuzzled her hair and shut his eyes. The circumstances that had drawn them together might not have been perfect, but damn, were they perfect for each other.

  Micah placed her palm over his heart. Even
in the dark, he knew she was smiling.

  They dozed for hours until Sully cursed softly then swung his legs off the bed.

  “Where are you going?” Micah’s voice was groggy as she stretched her arms over her head.

  “Duty calls.” He grabbed his jeans from the floor.

  Micah sat up, suddenly awake. “Reaper business?”

  Sully nodded then turned to search for his boots. Finding them, he quickly stuffed his feet into them.

  She jumped out of bed, an excited glimmer to her eyes. Grabbing a t-shirt from the dresser, she pushed her head through. “I’m coming with you.”

  Sully smothered a grin. “We’ll take the bike. It’s faster.”

  Moments later, Micah climbed onto the machine behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled against his back.

  “You aren’t scared?” Sully started the engine then glanced over his shoulder at her. He allowed the bike to roll down the street.

  Her thighs pressed against his hips, and she grinned at him. “Nope. Not when I’m with you.”

  Once they reached the highway, Sully accelerated, and the Harley roared down the road. Micah’s hair whipped around her face, and her arms tightened around his middle. Her delighted laugher made everything right in the world.

  “Hey, Sully?” She called over his shoulder. “Open this baby up. Let’s see how fast she can go!”

  He was more than happy to oblige.

  The End

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