Page 50 of Mercy & Her Devils

I take him by surprise, however, when I drag him down with me.

We lie side by side, even if I’m too tired to even raise my arms.

Lark arches his brow. “Eager for your reward are you, good Omega?”

I shiver at the good Omega.

It means something so different, when it’s coming from Lark.

“Always,” I reply. “But I warn you, you’ve tired me out. You may have to do all the work.”

“Demanding.” Lark’s eyes sparkle. He ducks as if to kiss me, and I open my lips. I’m already wet with excitement. Then he pulls back with a smirk. “Oh, you’re adorable when you pout.”

“And you’re adorable when you reward me properly.” I purse my lips hopefully.

He lets out a breathy laugh. “I’m almost thirty but being with you makes me feel like I could be Antonio’s age again. My aunt was a strict woman who never smiled. There was no laughter in our house. There was even less with Sydney. This with you feels like reclaiming all that lost time.”

My chest is tight. “You make me happy too.”

I begin to purr, and Lark nuzzles against my neck.

I take in deep breaths of his rich, plum scent.

Then to my surprise, Lark’s gaze becomes half-hooded as he glances up at me.

I lick my lips, expectantly.

Here comes my kiss…

Unexpectedly, Lark begins to slide down my body, inching up my nightie to ruck it under his jacket that I’m wearing as he goes.

My eyes widen. “Where are you going? What about my reward? My lips are up here.”

Lark strokes his hands down my sides, and my skin tingles. He licks around my belly button, reverentially.

“You walked by yourself for the first time. You’re strong and brave, Mercy. I always knew that you were. You deserve a special reward this time. Who said that I’d be kissing those lips?”

He glances up at me significantly and then down toward my pussy.

I blush. “I’ve never…if we’re talking about firsts…”

“You should always have been worshiped. You will be by me.”

He edges even further down me, kissing the crease between my thigh and hip.

I shiver.

“Please,” I whisper.

“I’m going to teach you to beg better than that. I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy. It’s an honor to be the first to show you how incredible a man’s mouth feels sucking on your clit.”

My breath hitches at Lark’s dirty talk, which sounds a thousand times filthier in his educated accent. “Please, my songbird.”

“See, such a fast student. Excellent begging already.”

Then he pushes my thighs apart and settles between them.

My back arches in shock, as he licks a long stripe along my pussy.

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