Page 107 of Mercy & Her Devils

“Please…” He whispers.

“No.”

I lower my hand to stroke along the tail, jostling the plug.

He chokes, lowering his head to my throat. He sucks and nibbles on my skin, as if to control himself.

I shiver at the sensation.

Fuck, I’m close to coming myself.

I’m hot and feverish.

Antonio moans against my neck. “Please, please, please, Mercy…”

Is he calling mercy or my name? Still, it’s not his safe word.

I kiss his nose.

“No mercy for you.” I can’t keep the laughter out of my voice.

To my shock, Antonio pushes my dress up and delves beneath it to find out my clit, rubbing over my tights like he’s trying to drive me toward an orgasm, while I’m denying him his.

I sigh in delight.

Antonio’s eyes are glassy and unfocused. “I can’t…I’m almost…”

Lark catches my eye, and I nod.

Antonio has been a good Beta.

And good or bad, they get to come.

I lean down, letting my lips graze Antonio’s, “Mercy.”

Antonio turns his head, burying his face in my neck against my scent gland, as he groans.

He arches up, blissed out, and on my name, he comes.

But suddenly, something is wrong.

I can’t move.

Someone is calling us good and praising us.

Someone else is wrapping us both in blankets.

But everything feels faint and a long way away.

I’m shaking.

My hands are clammy.

A fever is now ripping through my body.

What’s happening?

A wave of heat hits me.

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