Page 118 of Mercy & Her Devils

I’m going to be just as terrified, if he has a heat.

I can’t think of that now.

His hands still in my hair. Then he lifts them and rinses them off in the bath water. He avoids my eye, before picking up a cloth that’s so soft I don’t even know if you could call it a wash cloth.

He dips it in the water.

“When was I brought back into the guest room from the Omega Chamber?” I ask.

Lark runs the wet cloth down my neck, shoulder, and then down my arm.

I melt into his touch.

“You mean, when were you carried here in Kai’s arms, after your mind-blowing heat?” Lark gently runs the cloth down my front, leaning over me to reach.

He’s washing me with such care that I know he remembers all the times in the cell, when he was desperate to do this for me but couldn’t.

One of our favorite daydreams, as we laid side by side in our dirty clothes on the single mattress, was about how we’d take week long showers or bathe each other in scented oils.

My chest is tight that finally, we’re living that dream.

“Uh-huh.” My breaths become short and fast, as he drags the cloth around my breasts.

“About half an hour ago. All your guys marched next to you like your guard. Everyone wanted the honor of bathing you. Your soldier boy ran the bath, and our pup chose the oil and petals. But I sent them away because we need some Omega on Omega quality time. We’ve earned it.”

I hum my agreement, as Lark grazes the cloth over my nipple.

My cheeks blossom with pink, and I make a soft noise.

Lark looks at me with dancing eyes. “Shall I say sorry?”

He kisses my nipple in apology, and I moan.

He sucks on it, before licking over my nub.

Then he throws down the cloth into the water with a splash.

Fluidly, he rises up to meet my lips, and I open my mouth sweetly.

I whimper, caught in the sensations of the oily water, rich shampoo, and his plush lips now pressed to mine. He darts out his tongue and kisses me, languidly.

His tongue is like a lazy snake.

When he pulls back, he grips me by the chin, and our gazes meet. “You’re alive, Mercy.”

He can’t hide the emotion now.

“I am,” I whisper. “Is there a reason that your tongue’s tired?”

Lark pulls back with enough affront that I know I’ve pulled his mind back from its dark place. “Tired? My tongue was busy buried between your thighs for hours. For a day and night. I’m amazed that I can talk without slurring. This tongue deserves a medal.”

“So does my pussy. I bet Kai and Gabriel won’t want to use their knots for months.”

Lark snorts. “Alphas always want to use their knots. They think with them, after all.”

“Omega advantage, right?”

Lark leans closer, before he conspiratorially whispers, “Another reason that we need this time alone together is that I’ve been around clever strategists for many years now, ones who thought of me as no more than a pretty piece of furniture. My Alpha and her father would talk about their NHL team’s strategy, as well as their shady business, sponsorship, and industry dealings in front of me. I was brought up on it. I would have been beaten black and blue, if I’d dared to offer an opinion. But I still learned to read a room and work out when something was going down. Well, it is now. In fact, schemes within schemes. We need to make sure that our pack know just how many dangers we’ve already faced and that we won’t be kept trapped in the dark any longer.”

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