Page 68 of Mercy & Her Devils

Is this what a real pack feels like?

I draw back, feathering kisses down Lark’s jaw. He whines, nuzzling my neck.

“I love you, songbird,” I murmur.

Lark tightens his grip on me, before he replies with a wicked glint in his eye, “Have I told you how flexible I am? I learned gymnastics to put on shows and amuse Cygnus.” Then he leans closer and nibbles my ear. Shit, that feels amazing. I moan, and Lark gives a dirty chuckle. His voice is low. “Would you like a very different, private show?”

“Fuck, yes.” I meet his intent gaze.

Then I slip my hand down between us to his cock, which is already at half-mast, and start stroking his velvety shaft.

He hisses out a breath. His eyelashes flutter.

He rips open the condom, before passing it to me. I slip it over his dick, which twitches at my touch.

Somehow, sheathing him like this feels more intimate than if I was sucking him off.

“I’ll be the best fuck of your life,” Lark says half as a promise and a warning. “Alphas think that their knots make them the best lovers. But it makes them selfish because they’re focused on their own bodies. Betas and Omegas are the creative ones, and creative is fun. So is flexible.”

“Let the show begin,” I declare with a flourish.

I’ve never had fun in bed before.

I love being playful with Lark.

His eyes crinkle at the sides, as he smiles.

Then he untangles himself from me and sits up, pulling me with him to the center of the bed.

I watch in awe, as he fluidly pushes himself into the splits.

Fuck, seeing him like this with his front leg bent at the knee and his back leg fully straight behind him, while his dick stands hard and proud is beyond any fantasy that I’ve had.

He shakes his head, and his damp hair falls down his back in a beautiful waterfall.

He’s like the most erotic circus act ever.

Then he beckons me closer, and I feel like a total klutz as I awkwardly knee walk across to join him.

I wet my lips, as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me with more strength than I’m expecting just above his cock.

“Ride me.” Lark tightens his arms around my waist. “This act has audience participation.”

“You’re amazing, songbird,” I gasp. “I bet your pretty cock feels even more amazing. I’ve been desperate to feel it stretching my pussy ever since I knew that you were my scent match. You smell like paradise.”

Lark stares at me in awe, as if he’s found his paradise in both my words and then, my pussy, as I slowly slide down onto his cock, inch by delicious inch.

We both whine at the same time.

His nails sink into my skin.

His back leg shifts to hold mine down.

Then he uses the strength in his bent front leg to lunge into me and steal my breath.

Lark pistons into me more powerfully, intensely, and deeper than any fuck of my life.

It’s perfect.

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