Page 159 of Mercy & Her Devils

If we were still on the authorities’ radar that would mark Lark as a Reject.

But we’re outlaws and none of us give a fuck about labels.

“No one in this pack judges you because you’re a NH.” Gabriel rubs soothing circles onto Lark’s back. “It doesn’t matter to us. At the same time, however, we’ll give you anything that you need because we know that something has been stolen from you. We will always hear you.”

Lark looks up with painful hopefulness. “Then hear me. I’m ready. I want to bond with Kai and you.”

I cheer.

Then I flush. “Sorry, but this is…”

“My dream,” Kai replies. He’s glowing. “My heaven.”

Lark gives a pleased smile but tries to hide it behind his waterfall of hair.

Gabriel, however, grabs him by the scruff of the neck, sliding his hand down temptingly over the place that the bond bite would go and making Lark shiver.

“I’m going to bond you tonight, Omega,” he whispers, hard with dark promise. “Then we have the rest of our lives to show Mercy and you the pleasures and joy of being bonded members of the Devil pack.”

“I look forward to it, Alpha,” Lark throws back with a dry emphasis on Alpha that can only be a challenge.

Both men are vibrating with energy and need.

I’m right there with them.

Pleasure is already coiling through me at the sight of them.

They’re impossibly gorgeous, and each one of them is mine.

Gabriel pushes Lark’s hair to the side, before scraping his teeth down Lark’s neck like a promise of his bond bite.

My own neck tingles in sympathy.

Lark balls his hands and moans.

Then Gabriel shoves Lark forward over Antonio, before sprawling back on the bed. “Our Princess Mercy is watching you. Look at her. She wants to see you ride the cock of the fiercest warrior. Why don’t you let her see how you love to finger yourself, when you’re alone? Get yourself ready to take such a huge dick in your tiny, tight hole. You want it to fit.”

Fuck.

My eyes widen.

Gabriel’s dirty talk makes me blush, but Lark blushes even deeper.

When he looks straight at me, catching how my gaze has dipped to the way that Antonio’s cock is pushing up against his ass, I squirm.

Still, I have a role to play.

And this is hot.

“There’s oil on the bedside table,” I point out, attempting to sound imperious.

I guess that it’s the rose scented oil that’s gleaming on Gabriel and making his golden muscles look like a bronze, classical statue.

“So helpful,” Lark drawls.

“I am.” My eyes glitter with mischief and desire.

Lark reaches for the pot of expensive oil, pouring a generous amount to drizzle on his fingers. He then rubs them together to warm it.

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