Page 100 of Mercy & Her Devils

I know that I can love an Alpha like Kai.

But this is harder for Lark.

I can see the spark between Antonio and him. The fact that they’d both die and kill for each other is already obvious.

Plus, they look like they’re eye fucking, every time that their gazes meet.

Yet Lark has deep wounds around Alphas and he needs to get to know both Gabriel and Kai at his own pace.

Out of Omega solidarity, I supported him by sleeping in the guest room with him.

Plus, he’s possessive.

He needs some alone time to sleep with his arms around me and his cock snug inside me.

I need that too.

I find that I love the familiar feel of Lark inside me, as I sleep.

We both wake up, feeling even more deeply connected. Our morning kiss in the quiet underneath the warmth of blankets is becoming my favorite moment of the day.

This morning started even better, when after the kiss, we discovered that Kai must have got up earlier than us to leave yet another courting gift spread out on the end of the bed: A set of new clothes.

Kai had left a note with the clothes in a beautiful, calligraphic hand:

FOR MY BELOVEDS X

I smile, running a hand down the satin material of my dress.

It’s a sensual, designer cocktail dress. It’s calf length and has a tight ruby corset that makes me feel sexy and powerful.

It’s exactly the type of thing that Fletcher would have hated and never allowed me to wear, which makes me love it even more.

It also makes me wonder if Kai partly bought this as an in-joke with Gabriel to make me match the dragon that he bought as his first courting gift.

Honestly, that makes me feel honored.

Gabriel never wanted to be the knight to slay the dragon. He dreamed of living in a world with dragons, and now, he can.

I’m here.

I can’t resist it any longer.

I leap onto the bed next to Lark, rolling myself up in a faux bear skin blanket with a happy purr.

Fuck, this feels amazing.

I rub my cheek against the faux fur, taking a happy sniff of the nest, which smells perfectly of the whole pack’s scents.

I need its comfort because I’ve been feeling unwell all day like I’ve been going down with a cold.

It’s hard to tell because with the Broken Bond Syndrome, I have a near constant throbbing in my temples, and none of my sensations are quite how they used to be.

I’m sweating. My skin feels too hot and over sensitive.

Lark sends me an indulgent smile. “Having fun? Look, pup, she’s inside your bear. Do you think that’ll happen?”

Antonio sits back on his haunches with a snort. “No way. Bear’s all down for equality outside the bedroom but inside, he doesn’t allow anyone inside, even our Lucifer. It’s a shame because it would be hot to watch that. Actually, it’d be even more fucking hot to watch you peg him, mia amata.”

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