Devin's Mercy [Shifters of Mystery 4] (15 page)

should get up right now.”

A knowing look entered Mercy’s eyes. “Why, are you just as hard

as I am?”

“And then some.”

“You are definitely a big temptation.” Mercy walked over to the

dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans. “You’re going to test my stamina.

I can just tell by looking at you.”

Why in the fuck was Mercy teasing him and telling him no at the

same time? Devin wanted to yank the man back into bed and have his

wicked way with the gorgeous guy.

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Mercy looked at Devin like the man knew what he was thinking.

“Because if I don’t tease you about it, I’m going to fuck you. And

right now, that isn’t a wise move.”

“Please,” Devin whispered.

The pants in Mercy’s hands bunched as he turned away. “You’re

not ready for me, Devin.”

“I think I should be the judge of that,” Devin said a little louder.

“And I don’t want to sleep with you to forget. I want to sleep with

you because I’ve wanted you for years.” He wasn’t sure if he was

ready or just talking a good game, but from the look in Mercy’s eyes,

Devin was about to find out.

Pants tossed aside, Mercy walked back over to the bed. “How do I

know this?”

“Because you are just as lost as I am about what to do with me.

You are afraid of making the wrong move and hurting me further. But

you didn’t factor one thing into your equation.”

Mercy walked around the bed, standing close to Devin. “And

what did I forget to factor in?”

“That I’m stronger than I give myself credit for. That my feelings

for you go deeper than what I’m going through.” Devin licked his

lips. “I admit, I didn’t trust anyone when Sage first brought me here. I

hated the world.”

“And now?” Mercy asked, running his scarred knuckles down the

side of Devin’s face.

“I still don’t trust anyone…except you.”

“But do you hate me?”

“I never hated you, Mercy. I hated what I had been through. I just

projected it onto everyone else.”

Mercy leaned forward, capturing Devin’s lips in a light kiss. “And

you think you are ready to take me on?”

“No, but I’m willing to try.”

Mercy smiled. “You are adorable when you lie.”

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Devin was tired of pussyfooting around. He grabbed Mercy by his

neck, unbalancing him and pulling him down on top of Devin. Shit,

the man was solid, a little on the heavy side.

“Are you trying to make me crush you?” Mercy asked, rolling to

the side.

“No, I’m trying to show you I mean business.”

“Fine, but I swear to god, if this screws your head up worse, I’m

going to be pissed at you.”

Devin leapt at Mercy before the man could change his mind. This

was the moment Devin had waited years for, and he wasn’t going to

be rejected again.

“Slow down, tiger. We have all the time in the world.” Mercy

grabbed Devin’s hips as Devin straddled Mercy.

“Says you.” But as Devin sat on top of Mercy, his confidence

began to slide away. He was never the aggressive type, but thinking

about Mercy walking out of the room had stirred something deep

down inside of him, making Devin act insane.

“Where’s your toughness now, tiger?” Mercy asked as he grazed

his fingers down Devin’s abdomen, his knuckles brushing the head of

Devin’s still-erect cock.

“Kind of left me,” he admitted.

“We can stop.”

“No,” Devin said quickly and then felt his face flush. The last

thing Devin wanted was for them to stop. He had to take his life back.

He had to gain some sort of normalcy or he was going to lose his

mind. He trusted Mercy. He trusted Mercy with his care. Something

had changed inside of Devin. He attributed it to Mercy’s gentle care

since Devin had come here.

“Do you want me to take over from here?”

Devin hesitated and then nodded. Mercy looked at him with such

tenderness before he rolled them.

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Mercy prayed to whoever was listening that he was doing the right

thing. Devin seemed so sure of what he wanted. But Mercy wasn’t

sure giving Devin what he wanted was the right thing to do.

What if it made Devin finally crack all the way? What if giving

the man what he was begging for sent him over the edge into

insanity? Mercy wasn’t sure what to do, so he decided to do what

came naturally.

He stroked a hand down Devin’s side, planting light kisses on the

man’s jaw, teasing him, relaxing Devin, and trying his best to let

Devin know that Mercy wasn’t going to hurt him.

“Mercy,” Devin groaned and something inside Mercy snapped.

Devin was lying here, trusting him, saying his name so seductively

that it took everything in Mercy not to take Devin the way he truly

wanted to. The man gave him an almost lazy look as he gazed up at

Mercy, but Mercy could see the nervousness in Devin’s blue-grey

eyes as well.

He stretched out beside Devin, petting him, still lightly kissing his

soft skin. His fingers ran down Devin’s side, over his hip, and then

Mercy pulled Devin’s leg over his hip. “You okay with this?” he

asked.

Devin nodded.

Mercy licked a long path from Devin’s shoulder to his collarbone,

taking things slow, giving Devin a chance to back out if he wanted to.

This was all about the smaller man, even if Mercy’s cock was rock

hard and begging to be buried deep inside Devin’s ass. It was

throbbing painfully as he stroked a hand lightly over Devin’s soft

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skin. It was sweet torment to feel such smooth skin under his hand.

His gaze flickered over every inch of Devin’s exposed body, feeling

deep inside how delicate, how fragile Devin was. He knew Devin was

strong enough to fight back his demons, but Mercy also knew the man

could shatter if handled the wrong way.

When Devin moaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes,

a look of pure ecstasy washed over his face. Mercy knew he wasn’t

giving Devin up. There was no way in fucking hell he was letting this

man go. He had craved the smaller man for years, and now that he

had him, Devin was his.

He slid the palm of his callused hand down Devin’s back, cupping

his ass as he laid soft kisses on Devin’s neck, alternating between

licks and nips. He could feel Devin’s hard shaft against his abdomen,

but didn’t attempt to do anything with the man’s arousal.

Slow.

Devin gave a low whimper as he dug his fingers into Mercy’s

shoulders, trying his best to pull Mercy closer.

“Slow down, tiger,” Mercy murmured.

Devin buried his face in Mercy’s chest as Mercy leaned on one

arm, using his free hand to trace small circles around Devin’s hip,

watching the skin rise up in goose bumps. It amazed him how

responsive Devin was to his touch. The man was such a sensual

being. Mercy was certain he would never get enough of Devin. He

was pure, liquid heat in Mercy’s arms. He had feared Devin would be

stiff and cold in bed after what had happened to him, but the man was

slowly unraveling, small pants making his chest rise and fall rapidly.

Devin was anything but cold and stiff.

Well, he was stiff, but not in the sense Mercy had feared. His cock

was hot and weeping against him, iron hard and letting Mercy know

that Devin truly wanted him.

Devin’s fingers flexed. “Are you going to torture me?”

Mercy wasn’t sure how to take the question considering Devin’s

past. “In a pleasurable way, tiger.”

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Devin nodded into his chest.

Mercy reached up and tucked his index finger under Devin’s chin,

lifting the man’s head and then taking a long, sweet, drugging kiss.

When he pulled back, a smile formed on his lips. Devin looked so

enraptured that Mercy just wanted to hug the man. “You taste like

heaven.”

Slowly, Devin’s eyelids fluttered open, his blue-grey eyes shining.

“I do?”

Mercy chuckled and then nipped Devin on his chin. “Yes.” He

couldn’t believe how natural being with Devin felt. Mercy wasn’t one

to show affection, or become playful in bed. But Devin seemed to

bring those qualities out in him and Mercy found that he liked it.

When Devin leaned up and kissed the scar on Mercy’s chest,

Mercy shuddered as pure pleasure racked his body. Devin never

looked more stunning than he did as he took from Mercy. It was

exquisite agony as Devin took his time, exploring Mercy.

He leaned back, lining their cocks up, and then wrapped his hand

around them. Devin watched him cautiously, curiously, until Mercy

started stroking both of their shafts.

“You’re not going to fuck me?”

The question was asked in surprise. Mercy winked at Devin as he

twisted his wrist, squeezing both of their cocks as he watched Devin

watch his hand. He loved how Devin hissed out his pleasure, his chest

rising and falling rapidly. Mercy also watched for any signs of

agitation or displeasure, but the only look on Devin’s face was

ecstasy.

“Reach under my pillow and hand me the lube.”

Devin slid his hand under the pillow and handed over the tube. He

watched intently as Mercy snapped the lid open and poured a

generous amount onto his hand and then both their cocks.

“Oh,” Devin moaned when Mercy grabbed their shafts once more.

“Feels good.”

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Tossing the bottle aside, Mercy scooted closer, using his free hand

to caress Devin’s sac. Rapturous pleasure surged through Mercy as

his cock swelled further. His own sac tightened against his body as he

watched the slit on the head of Devin’s cock drip with the clear liquid

he was dying to taste.

“Mercy, please,” Devin begged.

“Please, what, tiger?” He knew what Devin wanted, and Mercy

wasn’t denying he wanted the same, but he needed to ease Devin back

into sex, not sling him back into the act with the aggressive way

Mercy liked to take his partners. Devin wouldn’t be able to handle

him, not after what he had been through.

“Please, fuck me.”

Mercy reached lower, teasing Devin’s hole with his finger as he

stroked their cocks faster, a rush of heat beginning to consume him.

“You want my cock here?” he asked, his voice ragged as he pushed

only the tip of his finger into Devin’s tight entrance, fighting the wave

of hot, delicious need that urged him to push all the way in to the last

knuckle. His cock pulsed and swelled further. Incredible heat was at

his fingertip and oh, god how Mercy fought against his instincts to

just take.

Devin hissed, nodding his head rapidly as he tried to impale his

ass onto Mercy’s finger, pushing back, trying his best to shatter what

little control Mercy had.

Out of sheer will, he kept his finger from sliding all of the way

into the tight channel. He was not about to give in to his own needs no

matter how badly he wanted to bury his cock deep into Devin’s body.

This moment was too damn important to screw up.

Bowing his back, Devin’s moans became louder, more needy as

he writhed around. Mercy pressed at Devin’s hole as he began a

frenzied thrusting with his other hand, his cock so engorged it was

almost painful. He wanted them both to find their orgasm together. He

wanted them both to spiral out of control and fall headfirst into the

madness that was building between them.

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“M–Mercy,” Devin panted as he thrust his hips, driving his cock

deeper into Mercy’s tight fist.

“Give yourself to me,” Mercy murmured, biting back the snarl

that wanted to erupt from his chest.

He ran his thumb over the slit in Devin’s cock, watching as the

head turned a darker shade of red. His eyes shot up to Devin and he

almost swallowed his tongue when he saw Devin silently mouthing

Mercy’s name over and over again. The sight was nothing short of

erotic, and Mercy was lost to the man.

Devin pulled his legs up and then planted his feet into the bed

right before he pushed his lower half into the air, crying out Mercy’s

name as hot, wet spunk shot from his cock.

The smell of Devin’s essence in the air triggered Mercy’s release,

his body exploding as his seed landed on Devin’s chest and chin. His

fist tightened around their cocks, fighting against the primal and