Page 36 of Mercy & Her Devils

This closeness and his touch is fucking everything after a year of being touch starved.

I push into his hand, melting.

Surprised by my reaction, he hesitates for a moment and then starts to rake his fingers through my hair more firmly.

I could purr from that alone.

“Now, we really are sharing one bed.” I burrow closer to his hard chest, taking a deeper sniff of his shirt.

This is heaven.

We’re also sharing body warmth and comfort.

He tangles his long legs around me.

He’s truly my new emotional support bird.

It feels like nesting with another Omega, and I didn’t know I was missing that in my life until this moment.

I never want to let go of Lark.

His arm tightens around me. “So, in the name of Omega solidarity, tell me more about yourself. The more we know about each other, the stronger we’ll be as a pack.”

“I’m an Aries.”

Lark scrunches up his nose. “I haven’t been on a date in….actually, I’ve never been on date…but that seems to be setting the bar low. I mean…” He suddenly looks uncertain. “…I wasn’t intending to imply… I was only…”

“It’s okay,” I let him off the hook, although it’s fun to see the normally in control Omega squirm. “You’re mine, remember?”

Lark’s gaze becomes sharp. “Only because I choose you to be mine as well.”

My cheeks flush. “Of course. So, since we’re both date virgins, why don’t you just…?”

“Fashion,” he blurts. “It’s a passion of mine. I wasn’t allowed anything but hand-me-downs for years as I was growing up. So, when I was matched to an older billionaire female Alpha, called Sydney, having just turned eighteen, I indulged in suits. Clothes were one of her few approved interests for me. She liked me to look pretty on her arm at elite events. Plus, I have impeccable taste.”

I run my hand down his bird waistcoat. “And you wear suits so well.”

He inclines his head. “So, that’s my good points, now to my bad habits.”

I cock my head. “I’m not certain that a date should be like an auction.”

He looks confused. “Why not?”

“I don’t know, but it seems more romantic in the movies with men wearing corsages, the woman being klutzy and falling over every scene, and lots of kissing.”

Lark’s gaze becomes heated. “We can get to the kissing. But this is about forming the first ever Brok pack. Isn’t it more important for you to know that my worst habit is that I’m a calendar-holic? I like to have one on my phone, computer, and a physical one stuck to the fridge (the Empty Cage Omega rock band because fuck, those two singers are hot).”

Huh, makes sense.

“My turn.” I listen to the steady beat of Lark’s heart through his shirt. I love the way that this is distracting him from his grief. I know that he’s letting me give him this. We’re both comforting each other, and I’ve never felt anything like this. The connection is intense. “For the last year, I’ve been trapped in a house, which was luxurious but still a prison. Fletcher had this bound brochure with over one hundred house rules. I was allowed to do nothing but clean all day and not permitted to take one step outside. Fletcher’s so possessive that he didn’t allow anyone to touch me, even my own brother.”

Lark lets out a growl. “Bastard. That just gives me one more reason to kill him. It also explains why you’re so touch starved.”

Instantly, he begins playing with my hair again.

The embarrassment is worth it for the delicious tingling in my scalp.

“When I was young, I wanted to be an astronaut.” I tense, waiting for Lark to laugh.

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