Page 56 of The Price of Mercy
“You know what!”
“I didn’t take you as shy, Sam.”
Emerald eyes flashing, Sam growls. “Don’t fuck her, Reaper!”
“Don’t worry, Wright, your precious girl is safe with me. I wouldn’t dare try to seduce her without your watchful eye nearby. Isn’t that your agreement?” Kane’s hand snakes up my dress and slides between my thighs. I squeeze my legs shut and he chuckles in my ear. “That you watch while I finally…” He takes a small breath and murmurs so softly that only I can hear him. “Make you mine, beautiful… in the only way I know how.” His arms tighten around me as he presses a tender kiss to the side of my neck. “If you still want me.”
My heart does this funny little thing. Aba-dumthat hits harder than the rest, making me lose my breath. Is Kane… giving me a choice? Would he walk away if I told him no?
There’sno wayhe would leave. This is everything he’s ever wanted, right? Me, naked, writhing beneath him as he pumps into my body and finally claims my body the way he’s been yearning for ever since we first met. It’s unfathomable that he would give that up just because I say something likeno thanks. Not interested. Time for you to go home. Goodbye forever.
Yeah, right.
Except…
The smallest tremor courses through his body, ricocheting between his limbs like a stone skipping across the lake, growing weaker with time and distance, only for the next one to begin again in the middle of his chest where his heart resides.
Is he nervous about it?TheReaper—nervous about sex?
Reaching up and cupping his cheek, I turn his face towards mine and skim my lips along the length of his jaw. I’m a fool for wanting a man who vowed to kill me, and I’m an even bigger fool for closing the gap between us. “I’m looking forward to it,” I whisper, answering honestly. “Be gentle with me, Kane.”
He freezes, tensing up as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, but it’s impossible to miss the curve of his smile against my skin. “Alright, Siren. I’ll be gentle.”
By the time I glance back up at Sam, his keys are in his hands. He stares intently at Kane and me, a glimmer of determination shining in his eyes. “Yeah. I’ll be here.” Before he leaves, he places his hand on my shoulder and bends to press a kiss to my lips. “Wait for me, Mercy.”
I meet Sam’s eyes. “I will.”
He kisses me again, lingering to make it soft and sweet. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
His smile is warm, catching me off guard. I grab his hand before he can pull away. “I love you,” I murmur, “you know that?” My heartbeat trills as his smile grows and he leans in for another kiss, sliding his hand into my hair and pressing his body into mine. The chair creaks beneath our combined weight: mine, Kane’s, and suddenly Sam’s, the three of us testing its limits.
There’s a sigh from across the room. “What are you three doing?” Something hits Sam’s back and falls to the floor. A dishrag. I peer around Sam’s shoulder to find Zane watching us, a divot between his eyebrows and soap suds clinging to his forearms. “You’re going to break the chair.”
“Don’t care,” Kane rumbles, pulling me higher up his lap. “I like when she’s like this. Don’t you like it, Sam?” Something pokes my butt, and I nearly roll my eyes.
Men.
“Mhm,” Sam mumbles, licking the seam of my lips. “She’s trapped.” He doesn’t have to chase my mouth, but he does anyway, cupping my jaw and sliding his lips over mine like he’s determined to break in. Once I finally part my lips, he sighs into my mouth and slips his tongue inside, humming appreciatively as he tastes me. “You have such a sweet mouth, Mercy.”
“So fucking sweet,” Kane rumbles, rolling his hips beneath me. “I’m addicted.”
“Me fucking too.”
“Zane, come here. Have a taste.”
Mmm?Pinned between two powerful men, I watch wide-eyed as a third shuffles closer, a hungry look in his eyes.
“Don’t know if she’s ready for me.” Zane crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow. His white t-shirt, damp from whatever he was doing in the kitchen, clings to his chest and shows off a tattoo on his pec. A falcon, I think, or some other bird of prey. As dangerous as the man standing in front of me.
“Oh, she’s ready. Aren’t you, Siren?” Kane’s hand travels higher up my dress, fondling my stomach before reaching my breast and squeezing. He thrusts his hips at the same moment, creating bittersweet friction in all the wrong places.
I lift my hips and adjust my position, easily arching my back and sitting back down with his cock pressed tightly against my core. With a tentative roll of my hips, I grind down on him and gasp at the pleasure that radiates through my body. “Oooh, that’s—good.” Biting my lip, I stare into Sam’s eyes while Kane grabs my hips and uses me like his personal plaything, rubbing my pussy along the hard length of his shaft. The denim of his jeans scrapes against my sensitive thighs, contrasting the soft cotton of my panties keeping me somewhat modest. It isn’t until Sam hikes up my dress that I’m exposed, blushing like a virgin as three sets of eyes stare at the lewd display between my thighs.
Sam holds my skirt in his hands like he’s bewitched, unable to look away from howthickKane’s cock is as it tries to break through our clothing. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and within seconds, he’s tentinghisjeans, too. “She’s getting wet.” Shoving my skirt into Kane’s fists, he kneels, spreading my thighs wider so that he can slide between them. “That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
I nod, having already said that, but maybe Sam was too engrossed in the moment to hear me. “So good.”
