Page 100 of The Price of Mercy
Love conquers all.
I skate my palms up his thighs, noticing the way his breath catches. “Strip for me.”
He swallows. “Excuse me?”
“You heard the woman.” Kane chuckles darkly. “Strip, babe. Shake that ass.”
Zane’s pinched frown is adorable. “I’m not shaking my ass.” He undoes the button on his pants and slowly tugs down the zipper. The tip of his cock pokes out, tenting his boxers as he slides his pants down his long legs. He kicks them away and stands uncomfortably, hunching his shoulders as he looks at the wall over my head.
“Hey.” I grab his hand and tug him closer. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s not... you.” A muscle in his jaw tics. “Sam’s just really close to me.”
“He won’t bite.” Seeing that Zane is still unsure, I pull my dress down so that my tits are out. “Here, I’ll undress with you.” Standing on the couch with Kane’s help, I shimmy my dress down my body until it pools at my feet. All that’s left are my panties, and they’re cheeky. My ass is practically out.
Kane grabs a cheek and groans. “Fuck, Mercy. You’re killing me with that ass.”
Ignoring him, I step off the couch and up to Zane. I ghost my fingertips across the ink on his ribs. “Zane,” I whisper, lifting onto my tiptoes. “Kiss me.”
“Mercy…” Zane’s chest expands as he takes the tiniest breath. Cupping my chin, he brushes his thumb across my lips. “You ask too much.”
My knees shake until Sam grabs my hips to hold me steady. He slides in behind me and wraps his arm around my waist, sliding his hand over my navel and up my chest. “If you won’t kiss her—” He grabs my jaw and turns my head to the side. “I will.” Capturing my lips, he pours every ounce of his desire into a single kiss. Heat burns from his body into mine, the scratch of his clothes rough on my skin.
I whimper into his mouth as he cups my breast and pinches my nipple.
Then someone wraps their lips around the other, and I cry out in shock.
Opening my eyes, I blush as Zane latches on and sucks, pulling my tit into his mouth with a groan. He flicks his stormy eyes up to mine and bites down, sending sparks down my spine. He hums deep in his throat and plays his hands over my waist, drawing me closer.
Sam takes a step up with me, giving me no room to breathe between them. His tongue slips into my mouth, and my clit pulses in time with my heartbeat.
I’ve kissed all three men before, but not like this—not altogether.
“She’s trembling,” Zane muses, plucking my nipple between his lips.
“And forgetting to give orders,” Sam grunts, squeezing my tit. “Tell us what to do, Mercy. We’re here to celebrate you.”
My mind races through half a dozen possibilities, but there’s one specific thing I’ve been curious about for months. “I want to try…” My face flames. “Anal!”
Zane and Sam share a look as a silent agreement passes between them. “Get on the couch,” Sam instructs while Zane rearranges the furniture. The coffee table disappears, the champagne flutes tipping over and spilling onto the floor. No one moves to clean the mess, focusing on getting me into position instead. The ottoman moves to the center of the couch, and Sam starts stripping.
“On your knees, Kitten, facing Kane.”
“Come to Daddy,” Kane chuckles, sliding to the edge of his seat and helping me onto my hands and knees. The moment that I’m situated, he grabs my throat and pulls me in for a heated kiss, our lips smacking as he sprints to catch up with the others. “You look so good on your knees, sweetheart. I’m jealous of whoever gets to cum in that tight little hole of yours.”
Another wave of pleasure pulses through my body. Heat pools between my thighs, and I press them together as I wait for whatever comes next.
A sigh hits my shoulder. “Do you have to sit there?”
“Yes,” Kane answers immediately, smirking at Sam. “Enjoy the view, Samson.” He lifts me up so that Sam can crawl beneath me, lying on his back so that his cock juts out towards my pelvis.
“You’re going to fuck me from there?” Is that how it works? “I thought you’d be behind me.”
“I’mbehind you, Kitten.” Zane lovingly rubs my cheeks before pulling my panties down my thighs. “Sam’s going to fill your pussy while I’m inside your ass.” Something cold and wet slides down my crack before it heats up against my skin. Zane rubs it in, starting with each of my cheeks before teasing my butthole. “This is medicated,” he explains softly. “So you’ll still feel me inside of you, but it won’t hurt as much.”
I didn’t think it would hurt at all. Biting my lip, I nod. “Okay. I trust you.”
There’s a pause, then a soft whisper. “Thank you.”
