Page 76 of Mercy & Her Devils

“Lie down,” Lark orders. “Raise your shirt to your beautiful tits. Let him see you.”

I sprawl fully on my back, edging my shirt up, slowly. My cheeks flame.

Lark’s gaze is heavy on me, and shit, I think that he may have a voyeur kink because his hand strokes his dick, faster and faster. He’s edging himself. As cool as he’s trying to appear, he’s biting his lip and sweating.

Antonio hisses out a breath. “My gorgeous Omega.”

Then he kisses down my stomach, and I struggle not to move as each press of his lips makes my skin oversensitive.

He’s bringing me to life, a kiss at a time.

He grips me by the hips but lightly, stroking me in circular motions like he can’t believe that he’s touching me.

“Push her legs apart,” Lark’s voice is commanding. Fuck, it’s doing something funny to my insides. “Take a look at where you’re about to worship.”

Antonio nudges my legs apart, until he’s studying my pussy.

My hands clutch the bedding at either side of me.

I stare up at the ceiling, breathing hard, as he explores my folds, before parting them.

I dart a glance down at him and then, I’m transfixed at the hungry way that he’s staring at my pussy.

“Now, start licking.” Lark is as transfixed as I am. “Suck on her clit and don’t stop.”

And Antonio does.

He licks and sucks like it’s his mission in life.

I arch off the bed with a gasp, but Antonio grasps my hips, holding me down firmly and forcing me to take it.

“Toni,” I pant. “Fuck, Toni…”

I feel him smile against my pussy, before he flattens his tongue, questing out new ways to fuck me with it.

I can tell that he’s never done this before. But his enthusiasm is astounding. He experiments with circling his tongue, then tapping at my clit.

He devours me like I’m a feast.

Pleasure is winding through me.

I’m close already.

My fingers itch to reach down and grasp onto those silver curls. I want to ride his face, forcing him where I want him most to push him over the edge.

But Lark is leading this, and Antonio needs to learn on his own.

When he turns his head and brushes his lips against my sensitive inner thigh, I know that he already is.

“Slip a finger into her, beside your tongue.” Lark’s voice is breathy. He sounds like he’s close to coming too. “Now, crook it.”

I keen at the intense sensation.

“Please…”

I don’t know what I’m asking for.

More?

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