Chapter 28 Summer
SUMMER
“You have to be naked to get in my nest,” I said, getting comfy among my pillows. Fully clothed.
Mercer’s heated gaze raked over me. “That’s the rule, is it?”
“Yep.”
“I better not disrespect an omega’s space, then.”
It took everything to keep my cool as he undressed. The eye contact. That smirk. The casual toss of each item onto the floor. Could I steal those and stuff them among my pillows later? I could tell him that was also nest etiquette—anything you left behind was fair game for theft.
Mercer was down to his black boxer briefs. The fine fuzz of hair across his pecs deepened and arrowed down, disappearing into the waistband. I swallowed to prevent myself from actually drooling. Jesus, did his chest get broader or was it just this angle, looking up at him?
Instead of ravaging me, he settled easily against the opposite wall of my nest. He picked up one of my cat key chains (the ramen one, my favorite ), inspected it curiously, and twirled it on his finger.
Pushing back the flop of dirty blond hair across his forehead as he threw me that infuriating smile. “Get the fuck over here.”
“Asshole.” I knocked it out of his hand and he used the distraction to drag me onto his lap.
“Take off your top.”
“You want it off so bad, you do it,” I retorted.
Spurred on by my very polite invitation, Mercer yanked my top over my head and had his mouth on the swell of my tits in his next breath.
His fingers tucked over my waistband. “These fucking shorts,” he muttered before getting rid of them.
I fell back onto the mattress and he was on me, teeth getting acquainted with my panties.
He flipped me onto my front and hauled me back onto his lap.
Mercer’s ability to manhandle me was infuriating.
And hot. He pulled down my panties to expose my pussy.
Being so luridly on display for him sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit.
“God, how is this so…” Mercer sounded mad as he gripped firm handfuls of my ass.
I angled my hips up. Just a little. Because I knew it made my butt look even better. “I worked very hard for it,” I said seriously.
“Yeah?”
“By eating whatever I want.”
I cried out as he spanked me hard. “Don’t ever fucking stop doing that,” he growled. Another squeeze and his palm came down on soft flesh again.
“Sending me…mixed messages here,” I panted.
“Am I?”
He spanked me a third time and my thighs clenched, trembling from the static fuzz of sensation left behind. The pulse between my legs intensified and he hadn’t even touched me there yet.
“I think you know exactly what this is.” Smack . “Because this is where you belong.” Smack . “Across my knee, letting me make you feel good.” Smack . “You think I can’t see your needy cunt dripping slick all over me?”
He lay several more hard slaps on my ass. The burning pain and pleasure all rolled into one as Mercer ignited a wildfire in my blood.
I shuddered as he smoothed back my hair. He was incredibly gentle. “Was that okay?” he asked me quietly. “Not too much?”
“Just…wondering…” I said between soft gasps.
“What is it?”
I knew what I was going to be in for if I said what I was thinking but decided to do it anyway. “When you’re going to stop talking and finally fuck me.”
Mercer spread my cheeks and spat on my pussy, rubbing the whole mess of us together roughly over my clit. “You want to come like this?” he demanded. “Empty and aching instead of around my cock?”
That sounded awful after all this buildup. I needed him to fuck me. “Ugh, you know I don’t,” I whined.
“Then why are you being a brat about it?”
I pulled him down for a kiss. A little savagery that turned all-consuming once I tasted him.
“Because,” I whispered. “I can feel exactly how hard it makes you.”
His cock twitched against my stomach. To prove my point, I untucked him from his boxers and licked up all the precum pooling at the tip.
“Fuck!”
Unfortunately, Mercer didn’t let me keep using him as a lollipop. He positioned me to straddle him, the last flimsy layers between us discarded. His chest heaved as my pussy settled right over his cock. I rose up on my knees, took his stiff length in my hand, and gave it a couple of quick strokes.
“Jesus, how much harder do you need me to get?” he bit out.
I laughed, positioning the flared tip at my entrance and sinking down.
Pressure. Relief . The farther I dropped, the tighter the coil of want within me pulled.
My head emptied, leaving me with only the sensation of how deep he was inside me.
Mercer’s veins were stark in his neck as he dug his fingers into my hips. “Fuck, just…give me a second.”
My hips rose and fell with an experimental bounce.
“Summer.”
“You feel good, too,” I whispered, my forehead against his.
Mercer tucked my hair out of my face before kissing me. Intimate and quiet, the calm before the storm. “Yeah? Show me.”
He released a harsh grunt as I began to ride him.
Long, slow strokes turned faster, harder.
Quiet pants turned ragged. The slap of our bodies grew wetter as Mercer watched me fuck myself on his cock.
Trancelike, raw, and hungry. Every plunge dragged him closer and closer to snapping and taking over.
“Enough.”
He surged forward and I toppled onto my back. My wrists were pinned above my head, making it impossible to move. He murmured appreciatively at the view, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“Mercer!”
“Shh, I’m busy.”
His tongue licked a torrid swirl around my nipple before catching it lightly between his teeth. I whimpered, my core clenching around his cock still buried inside me. He gave an experimental thrust into me as he continued to tease me with his mouth.
I didn’t understand how this could feel ten times more intense than before.
Being held in place, unable to do anything but take his deep strokes.
The air filled with my whimpers and his grunts of exertion as he worked his cock in and out of my tight heat.
Splitting me open, overwhelming me. Even if I wanted to tease him, I couldn’t, because the only thing flashing through my head right now was Mercer, I really, really love your cock.
Not my finest moment.
But it was very hard to care when I felt this good. I wanted it to last, to stay in this moment. So much so that my orgasm caught me off guard, sweeping me up in its all-consuming wave.
“Please,” I heard myself beg. Mercer released me, and blood rushed back into my arms. He held me close as he pounded me through the twitching aftershocks.
“I want you to come, too,” I demanded, rocking my oversensitized pussy against his still-hard cock.
“Trust me, I will,” he groaned.
“Fuck me, use me hard until you finish. I can take it.”
“Jesus.” He began fucking me in earnest. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”
He said the nicest things. I held on, arms around his shoulders and nose tucked into the sweat-damped curve of his neck. The sounds resonating from his chest ruptured and broke as he came. My legs tightened on his hips, wanting him to stay deep as I felt the warmth of his release spread through me.
Mercer slid out of me carefully, not wanting me to lose a single drop. That’s right, no knotting . His cheek rested on my hair, the sultry appreciative hum leaving his throat so decadent I shivered. “I want more.” His desire was silk and opulence. “Can you take it?”
“Yes.”
If I pass out from coming too many times, it’ll be my own fault.
“Show me your toys,” he coaxed. “I know you’ve got them stashed somewhere.”
Mercer was extremely poker-faced going through the satin pouch. My sparkly dildo with a fat knot elicited the same reaction as a discreet teardrop-shaped vibrator. Finally, he found something that gave him a wicked smile.
“Lie back.”
I huffed in annoyance but obeyed, knowing he wouldn’t tell me what he was holding. I couldn’t help but play detective from the very first sensation. Silicone. The rounded tip felt small. Not what I expected.
“I hear omegas like keeping cum inside them.” As soon as he pushed the toy inside me I gasped, knowing exactly what it was. A plug. “Is that better? Do you like knowing it isn’t going anywhere?” he murmured. “Lucky I don’t have a knot so I can still fuck you while you’re full of me.”
Mercer was pleased when he found the other two in the set, each designed to stretch me out carefully. I felt myself grow wetter, knowing he was about to claim another part of me.
“Hands and knees, Summer.”
I moaned softly as he massaged the tender swell of my ass, lifted high in the air for him.
His thumbs applied pressure from the dip of my back all the way down, until my body was loose and relaxed.
My breathing grew uneven as he began to work the lubed plug into me.
It nudged against the one in my pussy the farther it sank in.
Every touch and sensation sparked along my skin.
“That’s so good,” Mercer breathed as it popped inside fully. I clenched around both, feeling so full. “You needed this badly, didn’t you?”
“I need…” I mumbled, muffled into the crook of my elbow. “…to be fucked.”
Smack .
I supposed I deserved that one.
Mercer was a lot bigger than the plug. He grunted, pressing forward. The pressure grew as my body eased open.
“Oh my god.”
He immediately stilled. “Are you okay?”
“I meant keep going,” I demanded, low and harsh.
Mercer grasped my hips, holding me in place as he began to move. Withdrawing slightly before penetrating deeper than before. “So fucking tight,” he panted. “I knew you would be. I knew you’d love this.”
I couldn’t even argue because I was coming, whimpering and jerking as I clamped down on his cock and the plug. I could feel it slipping out, and Mercer pushed it back into my creaming pussy, the hard slap of his hips against my ass speeding up.
“Mercer, please.”
He cupped my jaw, bending down to kiss me. His lips didn’t leave mine, letting me have his groans of pleasure as his thrusts got rougher. I was pushing back now, desperately trying to drive him over the edge, too.
“Come, baby.” My fingers tangled in his sweaty hair. “I want you to.”
Mercer swore, the sound of his fulfilment deep and raw as his cum filled my ass. A primal satisfaction washed over me, knowing I was marked by him twice over.
We lay there, limbs tangled, his harsh breathing smoothing out. I whimpered as he gently removed the plug. His strong arms slid under my legs and back. “Up you get, love.”
I let him carry me to the bathroom, all liquid over his shoulder. Mercer put us under the shower spray, holding me up even though I told him my legs were working again. He kissed my shoulder and rubbed a soothing hand over my ass. “Does it hurt?”
“A little. It’s more tingly than anything.” Warmth suffused my face. “I like it, though.”
The slow circles halted. “You like that it still hurts a little?”
“Yeah. As a reminder.”
Mercer muttered something vaguely religious into my hair. But he never stopped his gentle traverse of my bare skin, even when he wrapped a towel around me.
“Can you believe I thought you’d be disappointed because I was a beta?” Mercer’s smile was mostly lighthearted, but the touch of hesitance was there.
I drew a slow breath. My guess had been right. “I hope I never made you feel that way,” I said, thumbing the rough stubble along his jaw.
“No,” he said emphatically. “God no, of course not. It’s my own bullshit.” Uncertain eyes flicked toward mine. “Did you already know?”
“I suspected you might be feeling that way after the farm and confided in Lucien, hoping he could help,” I said honestly.
Mercer chuckled nervously. “I thought omega’s sixth sense when it came to emotions was only for packmates.” The last of his wariness slid off his tense frame. “The three of us were probably overdue for a talk, so thank you. I actually spoke to James as well.”
“Ivy’s James?” I couldn’t quite place the soft glow that emerged knowing he felt like he could reach out to another townsperson for help.
“Yeah.”
I was so proud of him. It couldn’t have been easy to open up. I didn’t want him to go back to his room and sleep away from me.
“Come back to my nest.”
I took his hand and swung it bashfully back and forth.
“What?”
“You can sleep in my nest from now on. If you want,” I added quickly.
“Of course I want that. Who wouldn’t fucking want that?” he growled. One kiss turned to five and I giggled, trying to catch my breath. He picked me up again, towel and all, headed down the hall, and practically kicked down the nest door. I shrieked as he dove into the nest, still holding me.
“Am I going to regret this?” I asked, tucking back a tousled wave of his hair.
“Probably.” Mercer emphasized his point by giving my butt a far-too-familiar grope. “But I promise to make up for it a lot.”
His kisses on my neck grew impatient, and before I knew it, he was between my thighs again, lighting up my entire universe.