Page 60 of Club Blood

My hand closed around the stake in Mercy’s outstretched hand, noticing the way she almost trembled at the action. “You have my trust, too.”

The nervousness in Mercy’s gaze switched to hunger and a dark desire. I knew both vampires would be able to smell the way that look had me leaking, pressing my thighs together. Warren cleared his throat again, setting the last stake in its holder before going to the door.

“You should get some rest, Queenie. Though, that’s only if you’re given the chance,” he said, throwing a grin our way before rushing off. Mercy growled after him and I laughed, stepping closer to her.

Gathering me in her arms, Mercy placed a kiss on my forehead. “He’s right, I guess. I should let you sleep. Your body must be aching.”

I smiled into her chest and pulled back, slowly raking my eyes up to her. “It’s aching, but not just because it’s sore.”

Mercy’s tongue licked over her lower lip, shaking her head. “You’re dangerous, Cecelia.”

I shrugged, flashing a grin. “I’m also crazy, considering I want to fuck the person keeping me hostage, but here we are.”

Grabbing her hand, I pulled her out of the room, waiting for her to lock it before leading her to the plush room she claimed as hers. Out of character for Mercy, she let me take the lead, tugging her over to the luxurious bed and instructing her to sit at the edge.

Nudging her knees apart, I stood between them and looked down at her. She lifted her hands and trailed them down my sides, her fingertips leaving a trail of burning flesh in their wake. I could feel my eyes flutter, my body wanting to press into her and let her ravish me like she was more than capable of doing.

But this wasn’t about me. Not this time.

Mercy had given me something that I knew she wasn’t sure about. Allowing me in, letting me see her vulnerability and giving me her trust, was something she wasn’t used to. I could see the way it made her skin crawl and the world spin out of a perfectly-controlled kilter. I was determined to show her that, against my better judgment, I was worthy of the faith she was affording me.

The thing is, people do bad things. Mercy was a creature programmed to only do bad things— to eat and kill and be ruthless. I had been caught in the crossfire of her doing those bad things, but I didn’t think it made her a bad person. Not entirely. She had taken me and kept me stored away, a problem to deal with, but I also knew that she was trying—in some twisted way—to protect me. Nathaniel Tusker was the one who had involved me in this and Mercy had tried to do her best to counteract that. She could have killed me, but she saved me instead.

Now it was my time to prove myself and save her too.

I still held the gifted stake in my hand, a heavy but comforting weight. The thought of what I was about to do had my hands trembling, but I knew it was the only way to make her let go, to give herself to me completely and find the kind of ecstasy she was giving me.

Lifting my hand up slowly, my grip loose so she could see that there was no danger or malice in the action, I pointed the silver tip of the stake at her. “Take your clothes off.”

Mercy raised her eyes to meet mine, a cluster of emotions swirling through them. She was scared, not of the weapon itself, but of letting me have the power over her. Mercy Petrova had vied for power and control her whole second life, and I knew she didn’t quite know how to let go of that.

I could see the moment when her inner battle won out, her fiery gaze becoming sultry. She pushed against the tip of the stake as she stood, letting it drag down her as she slowly removed her outfit. I gaped at the nakedness of her, no underwear in sight. She was prideful, knowing that nobody she didn’t want looking would know.

Mercy’s nostrils flared as I took the stake and dragged it down her body slowly, watching the way her breath hitched at the touch. “Careful, little flower. It’s a dangerous game you’re starting.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” I said before leaning forward and sucking her left nipple into my mouth. Mercy arched into my touch, her hand making its way into my hair as I used my tongue to circle until she became a stiff peak. I released her with a pop before showing her other breast the same attention, loving the way her fingers wrapped strands of my hair tighter.

“Lie down.”

Mercy raised her brows at the command in my voice but complied anyway, a smirk playing on her lips. Mercy never had the chance to drop her shields, fearing that someone would attack whatever weakness she showed, but I wasn’t just someone. I wanted her to have someone that she could be vulnerable with, even if the circumstances leading us here weren’t the best.

Propping herself up against the headboard, Mercy spread her long legs out, exposing her bare sex to me. I could already see the wetness there, and she licked her lips when she saw me noticing. I didn’t have to be naked to show her how soaked I already was for her – she could smell it on me.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and underwear before climbing on the bed and sitting myself between her legs. I wasn’t used to being the one in control, but something about throwing us both out of balance had my pussy practically begging for more.

“You know, ever since I met you, you’ve been this hard to reach person with an impenetrable wall thrown up. Even with Warren, and I can tell you care about him.”

Mercy reached out, caressing my cheek in her soft fingertips. “Letting people in never did me any favors. Relying on only myself was the only way to ensure shit got done and that I wasn’t stabbed in the back.”

Tilting my face, I kissed her open palm softly. “Let me in, Mercy.”

Before she could reply, I was between her legs, pressing tender kisses to her inner thigh. I could feel the shift in her demeanor, her contemplation turning to thirst. When I pressed a soft kiss to her pussy and she spread wider for me, I couldn’t help the moan that passed my lips.

I used my tongue to part her, slowly drawing up until I reached her sensitive clit. Pressing my hands onto her thighs to keep her pressed against the mattress, I alternated between circling and sucking on her, my nails digging into her skin when she tried to wriggle beneath me.

“Cecelia,” she moaned, my name a prayer on her blasphemous lips as I worked her.

Releasing one of her thighs so I had use of my hand, I dragged my fingers through her folds before inserting one in her tight, aching hole. I curled upwards, chuckling against her when she started to work her nipples, breathing heavy. I couldn’t take my eyes off her; a queen at the mercy of someone else. She was exquisite, writhing in pleasure as I slid another finger inside her, and another when it seemed she was ready and desperate for it.

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