Page 105 of Mercy & Her Devils

“You know me so well.” I kiss him again. “But what if I want to take you apart?”

Gabriel tilts his head. “Then I’ll have a new experience, won’t I?”

My heart beats quicker.

He means it.

He fucking means it.

An Alpha as dominant as Gabriel means that they’d give up control to an Omega.

Gabriel grips me by the shoulders, however, and guides me firmly toward Antonio. “For now, however, set your mind on deciding whether to show Toni any mercy or not.”

My lips curl into a smile.

Now, there’s an idea…

Antonio is also slicked with sweat and whining.

He’s doing well not to speak.

Lark is fucking two fingers in and out of Antonio. He makes Antonio jerk and shake, as he rubs over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He’s driving him mad.

“Be still,” Lark orders, adding a third finger and working Antonio open.

Antonio’s toes curl. He clutches onto the bear blanket, struggling to obey the order not to move.

I’m impressed.

Antonio’s pretty dick is already hard and beading with precum.

Lark exchanges a smile with me, sliding his fingers out, which are well slicked with lube and drying them on the bedding rather than get the liquid on his new suit.

Then he resettles himself by Antonio’s head.

He strokes Antonio’s damp curls back from his forehead with a gentleness that’s at odds with the sharpness of his orders.

Gabriel lounges on the other side of him, watching avidly.

I bite my lip.

I can do this for Antonio.

For myself.

I pick up the small plug, which has a realistic looking silvery cats tail hanging from it.

It suits Antonio perfectly.

I stroke over the silky tail that reminds me of Antonio’s curls. “Good kitty.”

Antonio isn’t.

He’s more like the spitting kitten who attacks a dog that’s twice his size but once he’s petted, becomes playful and puts away his claws.

The only thing that he can’t do as well as me is purr.

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