Act of Mercy (PSI-Ops / Immortal Ops) (17 page)

Striker put a hand to her shoulder, keeping her in place with very little pressure.
“Lass, he’s nae safe to be around. You’ve seen him. Now, you need yer rest.”

He tried to turn the
wheelchair and take her from Duke. Mercy reacted and darted out of the chair with more force than she’d intended. She felt Striker grabbing for her, his fingers slipping as she fell right into Duke. They crashed to the floor and she rolled to his side. She had a half second to wonder if he’d eat her. The thought and worry were fleeting. He nudged her with his muzzle and then licked her cheek, his tongue feeling like sandpaper.

She laughed.

The others tried to come closer. The wolf turned and growled at them as they attempted to close the proximity between them. They lifted their hands.

“
Duke,” Corbin said. “We just want Mercy safe.”

Mercy found her hand moving to the top of the wolf
’s head. She stroked him like she would a loving dog. He turned, his ears lowering and his muzzle pushing against her. She glanced at Corbin. “He won’t hurt me. I know it with all my being.”

Striker didn
’t look convinced.

Boomer on the other hand eased back and lowered
his arms. “She’s right. Do you feel it? Duke is letting off mating energy. He knows who she is to him—so does his wolf.”

“
And if his wolf tried to mount her?” asked Striker, before blushing and glancing in her direction. “Sorry.”

She shrugged and continued to pet the wolf
’s head. “He won’t hurt me. You can go.”

Corbin shoo
k his head. “Mercy.”

She eyed him, her gaze firm.
“Go.”

He waved Striker back and Boomer went without incident. Corbin was last out of the room. He left the door open and she suspected they were all standing just outside of it. They worried about her. That
was nice. She wondered if that was what family felt like.

The wolf nuzzled closer to her, pushing at her with its snout. Smiling, she rubbed behind his ears again.
“It’s good to see you too, though, I’d prefer the man right now. I need to be held, but you probably don’t feel much like comforting me, do you?”

One second there was fur under her fingertips and the next, long, silky hair.

Gasping, she jerked and slid back slightly from Duke, who was now in human form.

Very naked human form.

She gulped.

“
Mercy?” Duke asked, his voice low, deeper than normal. He looked confused.

She ignored his nakedness and touched his scruffy face, her eyes growing moist.
“Hey you.”

“
W-what happened?” he asked, seeming disoriented.

“
They said something about shifting and blood lust.”

He sucked in a big breath and tried to move back from her
, as if he were afraid of harming her. That was silly. He’d not eaten her when he’d had the chance. She felt safe with him.

She kept her hands in place, easing up more, nearly l
ying against him on the floor. Her hands went to the collar around his neck and the tears managed to escape. She realized then that in wolf form his neck had been the same size as in human form.

That was
some
wolf.

She tried several times to undo it but w
as crying too hard to make any headway.

Duke touched her cheek and shook his head.
“No. They did this because they had no choice. I’m sure of it.” He glanced away a moment and tensed. “You were lying in a pool of blood. You weren’t moving.”

“
I took a good knock but I’m fine now. Promise.” She hated seeing him beating himself up over what had happened. It wasn’t his fault. Her foolishness had caused her to be harmed. She found herself leaning, her lips going to just below where the chain was on his neck. She kissed the spot, hating seeing him this way. “Tell me how to get this off you.”

Duke stiffened
as if remembering the sight he presented. “M-Mercy, go. They’ll undo this and then I can get cleaned up and get dressed.”

Her gaze moved down his steely torso a
nd stopped on his cock. It was huge and hard. She couldn’t seem to look away. “The reports were right. You
are
larger than the average males. Much, much larger.”

Duke caught her under the chin with one finger and forced her gaze up. His own looked hungry
and it excited her. “Don’t ever talk about other males in that way. Now go before I do something you’re not ready for.”

She had a sneaky suspicion that something he warned of involved his cock. Desire raced through her and Duke sniffed the air at the same
moment her inner thighs began to dampen.

“
Mercy, go,” he pleaded.

“
No.” She wasn’t going anywhere again.

“
Doc, you were hurt and I’m sensing you’re still sore. I won’t take you now. I won’t hurt you more,” he said, straining against his chain.

She ran her
hands over the hard planes of his chest. He was sculpted in a way she’d never dreamed a man could be. While she’d never given a ton of thought to sex, she understood the process. In fact, she probably knew more about the scientifics of it than a seasoned veteran. While she understood her body responses to him, she never dreamed the feelings that would come with the experience.

She wanted nothing more than to have this man in her. To give herself over to him completely.
His mouth crashed onto hers and his kiss was possessive, exactly what she needed. His hands found her hair and he held her head, controlling their kiss, making her entire body light with fiery need.

Duke
slid over her, his body massive, making her feel extra small in comparison. He touched her hospital gown, growling softly. She caressed his cheek. “I’m fine. I promise.”

“
I’m going to kill him,” he said, his voice hard. Hate poured off him in waves. “Bertrand.”

“
I know,” she whispered, her lips finding his, a welcome surge of pleasure racing through her. She wanted his attention with her, not on Bertrand. Duke and his team of men would track down the crazed doctor and they’d make sure he couldn’t hurt anyone again. She had that much faith in them. For now, she simply wanted Duke with her, loving her.

He eased his hand under her gown, his tongue sliding around hers, turning her on more. As Duke put his hand between her legs, Mercy stiffened. He kissed her deeper, taking her mind from being worried about being inexperienced.

He parted her folds and she nearly melted against him as rubbed her clit. She gasped into his mouth, her hands finding the chain around his neck. She was about to insist they bring in one of the others to remove it when Duke thrust a finger into her, tearing through her virginal barrier. The pain was fleeting and she wiggled against his hand, the pleasure of his thumb rubbing her swollen clit chasing away any discomfort.

“
Tight,” he said, drawing his mouth back slightly from hers. “Too tight to take me just yet, baby.”

Confused, she grabbed for him as he sli
d down the length of her, tearing the gown from her body with a clawed hand. She gasped and then smiled at the sight of the raw need on her man’s face. And without a doubt she knew he was her man.

And wha
t a man he was.

He looked up from between her legs and the look on his face said it all. He was going to make her scream as he
’d promised. Mercy had never been happier.

He put his head between her legs and she nearly exploded then and there. She
’d never felt anything like it. Never had pleasuring herself felt quite like this. His tongue lapped at her slit and he tweaked her clit, driving her closer and closer to culmination.

Panting, she reached down and laced her fingers through his hair, holding his head
to her. He chuckled into her pussy and Mercy tipped her head back, finding bliss.

Duke couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Hot damn, the woman was tight and wet. She responded to his every touch as a mate should. Feeling her come around his tongue made his cock come to life. It wanted in her and fast. More than that, the urge to claim her pounded in his head. He’d thought he’d lost her once. He’d not let the moment slip by him again.

She was his and it was high time he took what belonged to him.

Easing his finger back into her, he waited for her body to adjust to him before adding a second finger. He licked her swollen bud, making her whimper. He smiled, liking how she reacted to him.

When he felt she was ready, he eased up and slipped over her, his cock pushing at her entrance. She opened her legs wider and Duke drove home, sliding into her in
one long thrust.

“
Duke!” she cried out, her nails digging into his arms, drawing blood, spurring him onward. Unbridled passion reflected in her warm gaze. He pumped into her, again and again, losing himself in her tight, warm, wet body.

She did the unthink
able, lifting her head and licking the blood that pooled near the scratch marks on his arms. The moment her tongue made contact with his blood, the wolf in him roared to life—demanding he do what must be done.

His teeth lengthened and he dipped his head, h
is mouth going to the top of her breast. He pushed in deeper and felt her tightening around him, her back arching, the smell of her cream flooding his nostrils. Duke bit and blood filled his mouth. He swallowed and then licked the wound, his saliva’s natural healing abilities closing the wound and healing it over nearly instantly. He lost control and came in jetting waves within her.

“
Mine,” he ground out, holding firm in her as pleasure racked his body.

“
Yours,” she said, licking her lower lip.

“
And I’m yours, Doc. Sorry ’bout that.”

She touched his lower lip and her eyes moistened.
“Don’t be.”

He bent, kissing her thoroughly, leaving nothing to the imagination in the wa
y of his thoughts for her. His cock wanted another round. He had to strain to keep from taking it. She needed a moment. He wasn’t that much of a gentleman, since he didn’t withdraw from her. He couldn’t. She felt too good.

He stared down at her, so happy h
e couldn’t even find the right words. “I don’t hate you.”

Laughter erupted from her and she ran her hand over his cheek tenderly.
“I don’t hate you either, Duke. Far from it.”

He began to move in her again, needing more of her, all the while hating that he
’d taken her while chained and on a cold, hard floor. That being said, being in her felt too good to stop. So he went with it.

She wrapped her legs around him, her hands going to his collar. She held it and yanked on him.
“Harder.”

“
Yes, Doc.” He did as she asked, pushing away the thick chain, making it slide up and over his back as he made love to his woman. He knew how animalistic it all was. The wolf was part of him and he wasn’t ashamed of that fact. Beads of sweat trickled down him as he continued to thrust into his mate.

And she most certainly was his mate. He
’d claimed her and she’d accepted it, claiming him right back.

Duke kept his weight propped up by his arms, his muscle
s straining as he found heaven inside his woman. Never had he felt anything this perfect.

“
Mercy,” he whispered, his lips moving over hers once more.

She kissed him with a wanton fire that caused him to hit his zenith. His ball sac drew up and he jetted seed into her, his body shaking as he did. She squeezed his arms, bucking agains
t him, taking pleasure from him as well.

He smiled down at his little doctor, feeling more blessed than he
’d ever felt before. Damn if he didn’t feel like he had very little to hate in the world.

She
’d changed him somehow, for the better, he suspected strongly.

He withdrew from her and mourned
loss of the feel of her at once. He dipped his head, kissing the tip of her nose. “Let’s get you off the floor and then we can clean up. I’m sorry I took you this way.”

“
No, you’re not,” she said, sitting up. “Not really.”

He cupped her breast, his fingers squeezing her pert nipple.
“You’re right. I’m not that sorry.”

She
gifted him her quirky smile.

Duke shook his head.
“Keep that up and I’ll refuse to let you leave here.”

“
You’re chained. I can walk away anytime,” she mocked.

He caught her around the waist and jerked her against him. She gasped. He grinned.
“I’d follow you to the ends of the earth. You’d never shake me.”

“
Is this a selling point?” she asked, laughing softly.

He took her hand and guided it to his er
ection. Duke worried he’d live with a hard-on for life around her, never getting enough. “This is.”

She went to her knees and waggled her brows.
“Okay, I’ll give you that much. It’s a selling point.”

She was so incredibly sexy there before him that Duke co
uldn’t seem to stop himself as he lifted her gently and turned her, placing her on her hands and knees before him, assuring he had enough play with the chain to move freely behind her.

Her ass was perfect. He traced his way up and down it before guiding a
finger into her wet core. She moaned and rocked back against him. His doctor was a little minx. And he loved it.

I love her.

The thought made his breath catch. He did love her. Joy surged through him as he cupped his shaft, guiding it to her entrance. He pushed in slowly this time, knowing he’d feel even bigger from behind.

She hit at the floor and nodded, looking back at him, longing in her expression. She was sur
ely pixie. They were insatiable and she showed no signs of slowing.

A redhead
ed pixie.

He was
the luckiest man on earth!

And he damn well knew it.