Page 80 of The Price of Mercy
“Ohhh,” Kane moans, holding me still. “Look at her face, babe. Look.”
I take a deep breath and tilt my face up. Sometime between when Kane first thrust inside of me until now, Mercy started rubbing her clit on the heel of my palm. Head tossed back, raven locks spread like a dark halo on the pillow, she parts her lips on a silentOas she shimmies her hips and stares directly into Kane’s eyes.
Moving my wrist, I slip two fingers inside her heat. “Imagine that he’s fucking you, Kitten,” I rasp, plunging my fingers in time with Kane’s shallow thrusts. “He’s being so gentle.” My cock leaks onto the bedsheet, rubbing the soft fabric every time Kane pushes forward. I wish I were inside of her. She’s molten to the core, smoldering hot and so wet that it’s dripping down her crack. I play with her pussy until I can hear how wet she is, curling my fingers and finding that spot that makes her squirm.
Kane picks up the pace, spurred on by Mercy’s frantic moaning. I push back onto him, gasping as he hitsmyperfect spot. “Fuck,” I whimper, clenching my eyes shut. Pleasure shoots down my spine with each drag of his cock, and Ibite down on Mercy’s breast to stifle my moans. I come first, pumping thick ropes of cum onto the sheets. It sticks to my skin and makes a huge mess, but Mercy’s just as dirty as I am, sweating from head to toe and trembling so hard that I can’t hold her still.
“Fuck, Siren,fuck,” Kane groans, shoving his cock all the way inside my ass. I cry out at the sudden stretch, but it’s Mercy who convulses, whimpering as my hand plunges deeper inside of her pussy. With a groan, I sweep the pad of my thumb across her clit and jerk my wrist, knowing that she’s close, needing to watch her come, aching to feel her wrap around my fingers?—
The moment Mercy comes, she holds her breath. Her thighs convulse and she claws my shoulders, scratching angry red marks into my skin. Kane slams his cock inside of me and grunts as he blows his load immediately after her, burying his seed as deep as it will go.
All three of us are a panting, sweaty mess as we collapse on top of each other, my boyfriend careful to roll onto his back and pull me with him. He doesn’t speak, but he trails his palm down my broken arm in a silent question: does it hurt?
I kiss his shoulder. Yeah, it hurts, but everything else feels so fucking good that a little pain can’t eclipse how light my heart feels. Mercy reaches for me and takes my hand, holding my gaze as she smiles sweetly. Strands of her hair stick to her forehead and neck like spiderwebs, weaving the story of tonight across her skin.
Kane takes Mercy’s hand and pulls her into my side, reaching over me to cradle the back of her head and kiss her hard, groaning into her mouth. He’s still thinking about round two.
My cock twitches.
I’mstill thinking about round two.
“Shower first,” I grumble, pinching Kane’s thigh. “And new sheets.” I amnotsleeping in cum tonight. Not when we have a guest.
Grinning as he pulls away from Mercy, Kane chuckles. “Fine. We’ll shower, then we’ll fuck.” He presses a tender kiss to Mercy’s cheek before leaning down to kiss my lips. “We have all night together.”
I stare into my lover’s eyes, knowing that this one night could easily turn into more exactly like this one. It’s a dangerous path—one that we’ve never gone down before. I squeeze his hand, and he squeezes mine back.
“Yeah,” I agree. “We can take our time.”
Kane’s smile, radiant and warm and so full of life, takes my breath away. He kisses me soft and slow before turning to Mercy and doing the same, humming happily as we both reciprocate. A blush dusts my cheeks as I watch them linger in the kiss, drawing out the moment as much as possible.
The pressure in my chest, that feeling of something heavy building and building until it explodes, is decidedly quiet. I don’t know when the change happened or how, but I understand that it’s because of Mercy—or more accurately, because of how she handles Kane. There’s a softness to her gaze, her touch, that he deserves more than anyone.
I used to think that she would eclipse me entirely. Block me out like the moon overlapping the sun. But then they both turn to me and drag me into their orbit. Not pushing me out or throwing me down, but making room so that their love can overflow onto me, too.
Everything clicks into place. The reason why Kane can’t let Mercy go. Why Sam’s been insufferable about keeping her safe. How Samuel could wait years before making a move. Why I’ve been so painfully jealous every time Mercy walks into the room.
Love is a double-edged sword.
It’s the one thing no one wants to lose. The one thing worth fighting for. The one thing people will go to any lengths to protect.
A weakness. A strength.
Or even a liability, wrapped in pretty red ribbon, soft sighs, and starlight eyes.
Chapter 31
Sam
The Morningstars’annual holiday party is my favorite event of the year. I’ve been attending ever since I met their family, after Vinny insisted that everyone who attends their grief support groupisfamily. At the time, I was still reeling from the loss of my mother, and my dad was being as cold as ever, so I didn’t have anything happy to go home to.
That’s why being around Mercy and her family—sharing the warmth of their company and eating way too many cookies than should be legal—has always meant so much to me.
They’re the family that I always wanted.
But this year, I’m nervous. I play it off as excitement when my dad’s looking, but every time he turns his back, I dig my fist into the bruise on my thigh so that the pain keeps me grounded. I can’t afford to make any mistakes tonight.
If we fail and my father lives, he won’t show us any mercy.
