Page 110 of Mercy & Her Devils

“Call me needy again,” Lark warns, “and you won’t have any fingers.”

Antonio theatrically shudders, before sending me a wink.

Lark crawls onto the bed, kissing my foot, as he settles in a lazy half-sprawl. “This is all about you. Our pack is in this together.”

Does he know that he said our pack?

My heart swells.

“I’m going to get you through the next twenty-four hours. It’s what Betas are best at.” Antonio perches on the bed next to me. His expression is surprisingly sincere and serious. “I’ll get food and drink in you, even if I have to force it down your throats. Actually, that may be kinky. Still, it doesn’t matter if you’re needy or wild. I’ll be the one with the cool head for once, looking out for you, while you’re totally wrecked.”

“Romantically put,” Lark mutters.

“Thanks,” Antonio replies, deliberately missing the sarcasm. Then he holds up the plate. “It’s not only Alphas who get off on hand feeding.”

I lick my lips, staring at the ripe looking peach slices. “Feed me.”

Antonio’s eyes darken, before he picks up a slice and holds it to my lips.

I suck it into my mouth and moan at the sudden, intense burst of floral flavor.

It’s like I’m being fed magical flowers within this forest by a beautiful fae. Perhaps, one who will make me never want to leave this glade.

Except, I never want to anyway.

I didn’t realize how much I needed the juice and sugar, until I’m eagerly licking over my lips. “It’s sweet.”

Antonio smiles, fondly. “You sure are.”

My cheeks heat, and I reach out, desperate for his touch and to reward him. I grasp his hand, pulling it to my mouth. I suck and lick each of Antonio’s fingers clean.

He shivers, and his long, butterfly lashes flutter.

Slowly, I move down Antonio’s palm, which is sticky with the syrupy juice of the peach, licking stripes along it.

Then I press kitten licks over his thumb, before taking two of his fingers back into my mouth again, swirling my tongue over them.

Antonio drops the plate, which doesn’t break but sends the peach slices splattering along the floor, as it rolls to the side.

“Good Omega,” Antonio breathes.

Kai meets Gabriel’s gaze over my head. “Lucky Antonio, getting his fingers fellated. He looks as happy as if it was his cock.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Shit, her mouth…” Antonio groans. “Don’t make me come in my pants.”

Gabriel gets a dangerous look in his eyes.

He pushes himself up from his knees and prowls like a dark shadow onto the bed behind Antonio.

Antonio stiffens like he’s aware of the danger but is too lost in my touch to do anything to save himself.

It’s flattering.

Lark watches with dilated eyes.

Sucking on Antonio’s fingers is distracting me from my own heat.

It’s not as good as sucking on a cock, which is what my body is calling out for. But for now, I’ll take it.

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