Page 156 of Mercy & Her Devils

We break apart, ready to play our new roles.

I tilt up my chin. “Lead us to our gift, warrior.”

Lark waves his hand imperiously.

Where do we find the courage to command an Alpha?

Yet Kai nods, stepping out of the way to let us into the room.

Lark and I walk into the bedroom, then Kai closes and locks the door behind us.

When you have a child in the house, you need to remember these details or you have to learn to only have sexy times hidden underneath the covers in silence.

Although, that can be made into a game that’s fun too.

Our bedroom is cozy with soft carpets, large oak wardrobes, and chest of drawers standing along one side. Gabriel’s guitar is leaning neatly in one corner, and in the other, sags a desk with unruly piles of Kai’s papers and books. I have a shelf of my own books, which is guarded over by Mercy Dragon and Artio.

Photographs are pinned all over the wall.

My favorite was only taken last week: All of us together eating ice-cream with Mille in the middle perched on Lark’s knee.

The iridescent blue drapes are pulled closed. The bedroom is lit by the glow of hundreds of candles.

It makes the room feel like a medieval chamber.

I suck in a shocked breath.

Rose petals are strewn on the floor and across the the dragon carved four-poster bed, which has been stripped of its blue bedding and pillows.

It’s occupied by two naked men, whose skin is gleaming with oil in the flickering light of the candles.

“Oh, fuck.” Lark’s pupils are dilated.

Kai swaggers commandingly toward the bed. “Your Highnesses, I’ve brought you the two best gladiators from the fight that you watched earlier in the amphitheater for your entertainment. These are the ones who you were most taken with, aye?”

He grabs Gabriel’s hair and wrenches back his head for me to inspect him.

My breath hitches.

Gabriel is lounging on the bed like a predator at rest. His tanned muscles are oiled, and it’s easy to imagine that he’s the best gladiator in this fantasy.

He looks fucking dangerous.

Even being offered as tribute with his hair in his prince’s grip, he only narrows his eyes at me challengingly like he wants to devour me.

I swallow.

I can do this.

I want to.

I take unsteady steps closer to the bed. “Yes, he’s the one. He’s an incredible fighter. Gorgeous. Does he want to please his princess?”

“It would be an honor.” Gabriel runs his hand down his front, hovering over his dick, which is already hard.

“Silence,” Kai growls, letting go of Gabriel’s hair.

I don’t miss the way that he gets in a hurried pet at the same time, smoothing down Gabriel’s hair as he likes it.

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