Page 67 of Not Ready

I didn’t grow up in a pack.

“What shall we watch?” Mercy asks, frowning.

Dammit.

I think I made him feel uncomfortable because I was too busy thinking everything through to reply.

“Whatever you want. I’m not picky,” I say, smiling.

“Hmm, well, I don’t watch much television or movies. So, you’ll have to tell me if I pick something with terrible ratings.”

I laugh, patting his thigh. “I can do that.”

“Vale.” Mercy’s voice breaks me out of a fitful sleep. “Wake up, love. You’re sweltering.”

I’d be significantly better if he hadn’t dragged me out of that super sexy dream I was having. It’s almost like I can still feel Bishop’s beard teasing my thighs as he lapped at my clit while Mercy kissed me senseless.

My eyes squeeze closed, and I focus on willing myself back to sleep. I’m pretty sure I was on the verge of asking him to let me suck him off.

I grunt, snuggling deeper into his bare chest. “I’m fine.”

“That’s debatable.” His fingers brush over my cheek. “Are you ill? Do you feel okay? Your pajama dress is soaked straight through with sweat.”

“Sorry,” I mumble as my nose follows his scent to where it seems strongest. I should probably also apologize, because the smell of my perfume is heavy in the air. Oh yeah, and my pussy is pretty firmly plastered to his thigh. There’s no stopping me from wiggling against him as I seek out additional pressure.

He clears his throat. “I’m concerned about the severity of your temperature.”

I’m apparently using his arm as a pillow, because I’m able to bury my face in his throat with only a little movement. My leg moves, brushing over his pelvis as I get situated.

My brain finally wakes up enough to realize I’m not where I was when I fell asleep.

Not at all…

My stomach rests half on his and partially on the bed. My calf moves, and his dick jumps underneath it.

“You smell very sweet. How do you feel?” he murmurs.

I shrug, pushing up a little to look at his face.

Embarrassed might be a good descriptor. I really don’t think it’s fair that he looks so devastatingly handsome when he did nothing but take a shower and climb into bed.

His mouth is super close to mine, but the way his strong hand flexes on my ass might be what makes me moan.

Mercy’s hold tightens. “I’m afraid my senses have been flooded to the point…rational thought is difficult. My impulses are quite sure I’m supposed to be meeting your needs. Unfortunately, I’m not sure what those might be.”

“I’m okay,” I whisper.

One second, I’m mostly lying on top of him on my side, and the next, he rolls us until my back hits the mattress.

His nose bumps my cheek as his knees settle between my spread thighs. His warm breath fans over my neck as he inhales deeply. “The sweetness that makes up your scent when you perfume…” He licks my earlobe, nibbling at it as his chest brushes mine. “It’s trying to convince my senses that you’re an omega in heat. Do you think that speaks to your need for my pheromones?”

“Yes,” I agree as my hands dig into his strong shoulders.

I slept without a bra tonight, and that was either a great plan or a terrible one. My nipples tighten painfully as I breathe in his rich, book-like scent, and my core simultaneously pulses with a needy, empty feeling that makes me whine.

Mercy growls, wrapping his arm under mine and brushing the hair back from my face. He holds himself up using the other palm. “Was that a request for something, love?”

“You know it was,” I grunt, trying to twine my arm over his to reach between us. It’s much easier on the other side, because that’s where he’s holding himself up. It doesn’t block my ability to get my hands on his cock.

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