Devin's Mercy [Shifters of Mystery 4] (20 page)

stated firmly.

“No, you’ll be the one in control, tiger.”

Okay, Devin was officially confused. “How, when I’ll be wearing

this?” he asked as he held the tiny thing up for Mercy to see.

“Because, you will let me know what I can and can’t do. You will

tell me what you like and don’t like. The anticipation is half the fun.”

Devin’s eyes grew wide as realization dawned on him. He may be

inexperienced, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know a thing or two.

“You’re a Dom.”

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Devin was shocked. Never had he suspected that of Mercy. It was

all making sense to Devin now. The way Mercy had slowly inserted

himself into Devin’s life after what had happened to him. The way

Mercy had gently pulled Devin in, asking for Devin to lean on him

and give him his demons. Mercy had been slowly coaxing Devin into

this without Devin even realizing what was happening.

He didn’t know anything about that lifestyle, but what he had

learned frightened him. “You whip people?”

Mercy plucked the cage from his hand, shaking his head. “No,

tiger. I told you, I would never lay a hand on you. But I do like to

bite.”

Okay.
Now that was a little strange to Devin. “I’ve seen a few

things on the Internet, and they looked painful.” Devin had seen one

man tied up and stretched out, his skin so red it was almost purple.

That image was something Devin wasn’t willing to try. There was no

way he was wearing a small leather outfit and letting Mercy gag him.

Mercy sighed. “The Internet can be a blessing and a curse. BDSM

is so many things that you can’t pin it down to what you saw.”

“I don’t understand.” Devin pushed himself up into a sitting

position, taking the cage back from Mercy and examining the tiny

leather thingy. It looked so harmless.

“There are a lot of things I’m not into. There are a lot of things

that I am into. I don’t do whips and flogs. I don’t do gags and cuffs. I

do like cages and biting, as I’ve told you. I also like nipple clamps

and toys.”

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God, Devin was so out of his depth here. “Slow down. One thing

at a time.” He handed Mercy the cage. “Let’s try this first.” He wasn’t

even sure that he would like it. Martin had screwed him up, but Devin

knew Mercy was different. He wasn’t out to humiliate and hurt Devin.

“If you don’t like it, say so. Don’t be ashamed to stop me. I don’t

want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Devin couldn’t believe he was saying yes to this. There was a knot

of fear in his stomach that threatened to tighten until he couldn’t

breathe, but he trusted Mercy. That didn’t mean he wasn’t scared, but

he was willing to try. “I’ll tell you.”

Mercy climbed on the bed, taking Devin’s cock into his hands as

he began to fasten the small cage to Devin’s prick. He was stunned to

see Mercy’s hands shaking. Why was Mercy nervous? It was Devin’s

cock being tied up. Seeing how nervous Mercy was made Devin

relax. Although he did wiggle a little. The thing attached to his dick

felt weird.

“Are you comfortable?” Mercy asked as he leaned back, staring

down at Devin’s cock as if he were examining his work.

“What happens when I get hard?” he asked.

“The cage will give some room, but not enough for you to

orgasm.”

Gee, that sounded worse than the wiener roast York had thrown.

At least Devin knew it wasn’t his wiener that was going to hang over

the open fire. But it was going to be his wiener suffering when it grew

hard.

“Trust me?”

Devin sighed. If this was what made Mercy walk away, he could

live with having his cock trapped in the leather. As long as Mercy

wasn’t rejecting him, Devin could do this. “Yes.”

Mercy gave Devin one of his devilish smiles. “Just wait. The fun

hasn’t even begun yet.”

Devin quirked a brow. “I’m boiling over with anticipation.”

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“Cheeky little devil, aren’t you?” Mercy crawled between his legs,

his hands skimming over Devin’s chest. The scar on Mercy’s chest

seemed to stand out in the pale moonlight, giving it a dangerous look.

Devin reached out and traced the line, wondering why he was so

fascinated with Mercy’s scar.

Mercy grabbed Devin’s hand, raising it to his lips, and then kissed

each knuckle. “You look edible.”

Devin laughed. “Is that your way of asking if you can bite me?”

Mercy nipped one of his fingers. “Maybe.”

“Do you break skin?” Again, Devin wasn’t into pain.

“Nope. I just like to bite down, leaving my mark.”

God, he had to be one sick puppy to say yes. Was he really going

to let Mercy do this to him? Had he sunk that deeply into the pits of

madness? Devin was going to give this a shot. If he didn’t like it, that

would mean a life being Mercy’s friend, nothing more. The thought

was downright depressing.

“Hey,” Mercy said. “Why do you look so distraught?” Devin

could see a veil forming over Mercy’s face, as if the man was pulling

away.

“I’m worried I won’t like this and you’ll let me go.” He wasn’t

going to lie to Mercy.

“Ain’t going to happen.”

Devin wasn’t too sure about that, but decided he would let go for

one night and let Mercy have his
wicked way
, as the man loved to say.

He brazenly reached for Mercy, pulling him down for a kiss. What

started off slow turned slowly into an inferno as Mercy took charge,

claiming Devin’s mouth as he pressed his body into Devin’s. He

could feel Mercy’s hard cock and wanted the man inside of him

desperately.

“I’m getting hard,” he said into Mercy’s mouth.

“I sure as shit hope so.” Mercy ran the tips of his fingers down

Devin’s sides. The effect was instantaneous. Devin was so hard he

could feel the leather biting into him. He wanted to rip the damn thing

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off, but opened his legs instead, welcoming Mercy’s weight between

them.

“Someone wants to get fucked.” Mercy reached down between

their bodies, his fingers zeroing in on Devin’s hole. He moaned into

Mercy’s mouth, trying his best to impale his ass on the man’s thick

fingers.

“Slow down, tiger.”

Devin wanted to shout out his frustrations. It hadn’t slipped his

notice how just a few days ago he didn’t want anyone to touch him,

and now he was practically begging Mercy to fuck him.

Devin knew the only reason he was accepting what was

happening to him was because it was Mercy. Had it been anyone else,

he would be shouting for them to get the hell away from him. Deep

down, he knew he had trusted Mercy all along, no matter how much

he had protested when he first arrived here.

It had always been Mercy, ever since he could remember. The

man had been a powerful force in his life, even if Mercy pushed him

away for so many years.

“I love you,” Devin murmured into Mercy’s mouth.

“I love you, too, tiger.” Mercy lifted his hand from Devin’s ass,

caressing Devin’s cock with his knuckles. “And I’m going to fuck

you until you remember only me being buried deep inside of you.”

Devin’s heart raced at the thought of Mercy finally taking him. It

was something he had lay awake at night dreaming about. Raising his

legs, Devin offered himself to the well-built, strong, and handsome

man.

Mercy grabbed the lube and wet his fingers, pressing one lone

finger inside of Devin. He hissed with pleasure at feeling Mercy

inside of him. It may only be a finger, but it was Mercy’s finger.

Once Devin was fully impaled on the thick digit, Mercy leaned

back down and recaptured Devin’s lips. His tongue forced into

Devin’s mouth, sucking at his tongue and making Devin go insane

with need. But Devin knew now that Mercy was holding back. He

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swallowed his nerves and opened wider, letting Mercy ravage his

mouth the way the man truly wanted to.

Devin’s lips felt slightly bruised by the time Mercy let up. The

man wasn’t joking when he said he liked dominating. That kiss had

ownership written all over it. It had been so powerful that Devin

hadn’t even felt Mercy slide another finger inside of him.

But he noticed the added girth now. Mercy’s hands weren’t small.

The man wasn’t small, period.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to sink my cock inside of you.” Mercy added a

third finger, stretching Devin wide. He wiggled his ass, trying to

adjust to the feeling of having something so big inside of him.

“Relax, tiger.” Mercy nipped his shoulder, and then bit him. Not

hard, but enough to gain Devin’s attention as Mercy’s fingers stroked

inside of him. The skin under Mercy’s teeth tingled, and a shot of

lightning flared inside of him.

“You like that. I can tell.”

Devin felt his skin heat up as he blushed. This was so different

from what Charles had done that Devin felt no shame in the pleasure.

Mercy was out to please him, and that made a world of difference to

Devin. It helped him let go and just feel. His body became one big,

exposed nerve as Mercy leaned over and bit his other shoulder.

Shivers raced through him and heat washed over him as he felt the

heavy weight of Mercy’s erection gliding along his leg.

“I do.”

“Good,” Mercy said as he removed his fingers. Devin felt his

pulse race as Mercy lubed his cock. He was about to have Mercy

buried inside of him, something Devin had wanted for so long. He

dug his fingernails into Mercy’s shoulders as the man lined his cock

up.

“What did I tell you to do, tiger?”

Devin blew out a long breath. “Relax.”

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Mercy sank into his mouth, giving Devin the warm power of his

strength as he began to inch his way into Devin’s ass. He could feel

his ass clenching tightly around Mercy’s cock.

“So tight, tiger.” Mercy moaned. “Fuck, so damn tight.”

Devin groaned as the long, thick cock that seemed to fill him so

perfectly brushed against his prostate with every inch Mercy slid into

him. He wanted to demand Mercy move faster, but knew the man was

going to take his sweet time.

“I’m going to show you how things should be between two men,

tiger. I’m going to take you to heaven.”

Devin gasped as Mercy pulled back and then thrust his hips

forward, the movements increasing by small increments. Devin’s

cock bobbed gracefully, the cool air sweeping around its heat, teasing

Devin further.

“Say my name, tiger. Tell me who’s fucking you.”

“Mercy,” Devin cried out. “My Mercy is fucking me.”

Mercy seemed pleased because a soft growl rumbled through his

chest. “That’s right. And I’m the only man who is going to fuck this

sweet little ass from here on out.”

Devin felt his need reach its pinnacle, impaled on Mercy’s cock,

but he couldn’t come. Now he knew what Mercy was talking about

when he said it would be torturous. “I need to come.”

Mercy bit Devin’s shoulder once more. “Only when I allow you to

come.”

Devin mewled his distress as Mercy curled his hips and thrust

harder, making a wildfire of pleasure scorch Devin’s body. He wanted

release. He needed release, but Mercy wasn’t going to let him have it.

He clutched desperately at Mercy’s shoulders as the older man

pounded into him in an erotic rhythm, making Devin cry out.

“That’s it, tiger. Tell me how much you love what I’m doing to

your body.”

“Let me come, please.”

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The chuckle was low, deep, and downright evil. Devin wasn’t sure

if he wanted to smile at the playfulness or smack the man. He needed

to come, damn it.

“So tight, so hot.”

Devin couldn’t stand it. He wanted. He needed. So he bit Mercy’s

shoulder. The man gasped and then rode Devin’s ass harder. “Do that

again, tiger.”

He wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing, but Devin did as

Mercy asked and bit the man harder. Mercy growled and Devin felt

his channel fill with Mercy’s seed.

“Can I come now?” he asked.

“Oh, tiger,” Mercy said as he kissed Devin’s neck. “I’m nowhere

near done with you.”

That was when Devin noticed that Mercy was still rock hard.

How? The man had come. He should be soft by now. The man should

be rolling over and trying to fall asleep. Instead, he was still snapping

his hips erotically, driving Devin insane.