Page 51 of Mercy & Her Devils

Lark’s chuckle vibrates through my core. So does his purr.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp.

The vibrations almost make me come instantly.

My pupils are blown wide with desire.

Seeing a man like this between my thighs (and Lark’s black hair spread like he’s an Omega merman come out of the water only to pleasure me), is making my head spin.

He’s stunning.

Dominant for an Omega and yet entirely focused on my pleasure.

I’m breathing fast, as Lark circles my clit, before sucking on it.

I can’t stop myself. I bury my hands in his hair, and he whines.

His purring increases.

I use him like a vibrating sex toy.

Now that I’ve felt this incredible feeling (I didn’t even know that men did this for women, and fuck, I’ve been missing out), I can’t get enough of this.

I must have an exhibitionist side because I hope that Fletcher is watching.

I want him to see that an Omega can make me shudder with greater pleasure than he ever brought me.

Lark is worshiping me.

I ride Lark’s face, moving him where I want him and allowing him to take desperate gasps of air, although he dives back like he wants to be tasting me more than he wants to be sucking in oxygen.

Ecstasy is winding through me.

I’m shaking.

When my orgasm hits me, it happens so fast that it catches me off guard with its intensity.

It’s overwhelming.

I scream, holding Lark’s head still in one place, as he eats me out like I’m a feast.

“Songbird!” I howl.

He keeps sucking on my clit, working me through the tidal wave of all-encompassing pleasure, until I’m oversensitive.

I stroke my hands through Lark’s hair, and he pulls back with a final, satisfied lick.

He’s still purring.

He looks up at me, and his lips are wet with my slick.

I blush, but hell, I’d be happy to keep him just like this.

“Did you like your reward?” Lark asks, checking in. “How was my tongue service?”

Lazy and sated, I don’t stop petting him. “Five out of five. I’m giving you an excellent review: toe-curling, mind-blowing pleasure with added vibrations, courtesy of purring; will use again. I’m never going to want your pretty mouth anywhere but busy between my thighs now.”

“Wow, you guys really are better than OmegaHub,” Antonio calls. “I thought that Omega horniness was a myth but way to go. I’m all for sexual liberation and empowerment.”

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