Planet Athion: The Complete Series by Angel Lawson
74
Mercy
“I tried,”I tell the men back in the living room. “He won’t budge.”
“Stubborn ass,” Alex mutters from the chair across the room. Kai sits across from him. “Honestly, I’m not surprised.”
“You can’t fix every damaged person,” Dimka says, walking over and wrapping his arms around me. “No matter how much you love them.”
I turn into his chest, feeling the mixture of loss and love. Dimka’s arms are strong and warm and they make me feel so secure, despite the fact that I can’t bring Damon to us.
“I guess he’s happier on his own.”
Dimka kisses the tears off my cheeks and I turn my lips to his face, seeking comfort. He responds sweetly, eagerly, and it shows how far he’s come since we first entered this relationship. He’d been hesitant at first to show or witness affection between us as a group. Timid. A paradox for such a big, strong man.
That insecurity seems to have vanished.
My pulse awakens, remembering the last time Dimka and I were intimate. I knew what he looked like, felt like. I knew the difference between him and other men.
A shadow falls across the entry and Dimka, always on alert, looks up.
It’s Damon.
“Mercy,” he says, eyeing me and Dimka. “Can we talk?”
“Alex and I need to go down and check on the team,” Dimka says. “Thank you for dinner.”
“You don’t have to leave,” I say, not wanting Damon to scare them off.
“He’s right,” Alex says, standing. “We’re already late.”
They both kiss me boldly, making it known how they feel about me and not making any effort to hide it from Damon.
“What do you want?” I ask Damon, although I know. He wants me. Badly. I see it in his eyes and in the bulge in his pants. He’s desperate, and he thinks if he can get me alone again, he can have me how he wants.
It’s not like that anymore. He’s either in or he’s out, and it’s time to prove that.
His eyes flick to Kai. Neither of us move. “There are no secrets here. If you have something to say, say it to both of us.”
Damon’s jaw clenches and his fists ball at his side. I turn away from him and walk across the room to Kai. He raises an eyebrow, but I just slide into his lap, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“You’re testing his patience,” Kai whispers, while stroking the length of my arm. “I hope this doesn’t backfire.”
I lean into him and nibble his ear and reply, “It won’t.”
Across the room I hear the sound of a loud crash, followed by a string of curses. He’s punched a hole in the wall and his knuckles are red and scraped.
“Damon!” I shout, not sure what to do about his tantrum. Kai may have been right.
He murmurs another swear. “Fine,” he says, voice laced in defeat. “I give.”
“You what?” I ask. Angst rolls off Damon in waves as he approaches me like a cat stalking prey. I press my back into Kai, who cradles me in his arms for support.
“I give,” he whispers, eyes locked with mine for a long heartbeat, and then he looks over my shoulder at Kai. “I want in.”
He reaches for me and I offer my hand, standing to meet him. His mouth crashes down on mine. It’s been too long since I’ve kissed him, felt him, and my knees buckle on impact.
“I’ll do what you want,” he says gruffly. “But it won’t be easy. I’m not used to someone else leading and I’m certainly not good at sharing.”
“On Athion,” Kai says as he rises from his seat, “our love holds no bounds, male or female, and our relationships no restraints. I love you, Damon, like family. You carry a piece of my heart, just like Mercy. Just like Alex and Dimka. Just show your love and embrace it in return. That’s all.”
Kai’s words are amazing and I know the trust Damon has for him. It could be the thing to make him understand and I cling to that notion. I give Damon another kiss and stroke his cheek, before turning to Kai and running my fingers along his chest.
“Kiss me,” I tell Kai, wanting him involved. He instantly obliges, sweeping his tongue into my mouth. He doesn’t stop there though, his hands wandering up my sides, thumbs grazing my breasts. He winds me up so much I struggle to catch my breath.
That’s when I feel another set of hands on my backside, pushing at the hem of my dress. Kai and I make eye contact, struggling not to smile. I kiss him again to keep my glee at Damon’s participation under wraps.
My hair shifts and I feel gentle kisses along my neck. Slowly, I unbutton Kai’s shirt, pushing each one through the slot, revealing his chest bit by bit. I kiss the smooth, hard surface as I make my way down his body. Damon’s hands lift my skirt and I feel cool air, along with nimble fingers caressing my behind. I arch my back, denying myself the pleasure of touching Damon directly. I want him worked up. I want him committed. I want him—
He dips his fingers between my legs and I gasp as the spot instantly becomes damp. He strokes the soft flesh and kisses me behind the ear. “Do you like that?” he asks in a gruff voice.
Speechless, I nod, feeling my knees weaken. Kai’s eyes glaze over and the tenting in his pants looks painful and I slide my hands down his belly, over the ridges of muscles, down to free him. His cock is the loveliest shade of blue. Dark, ready, and I run my fingers over the taut skin, encouraging him along.
“Go to him,” he tells me, hand covering mine. “Give him what he needs.”
“But—,“ I say, wanting to help him through his release for the second time tonight. Damon’s fingers graze across my clit and I nearly stumble. I cry, reaching out, and Kai guides my hands to the edge of the nearest sofa, while he lowers himself at the far end, cock erect between his legs. I watch as he guides his hand up and down the length, head tilted back on the cushion. I lick my lips, wishing my mouth was on him right now.
The sound of Damon’s zipper brings me back to my current position, leaning over the edge of the plush leather couch. I feel a hand run down my back and the pressure of his massive cock against my ass. Then his voice in my ear. “Is this okay.”
I nod and swallow. “Very much so.”
His hands stroke my body, caressing my breasts and pulling at the plunging V of my dress. My breasts tumble out of the form-fitting fabric and Kai groans at the sight, his hand continuing to leisurely run up and down his shaft.
I realize in that instant it was a move of cohesiveness—sharing—Damon may be the one preparing to fuck me, but he’s okay with Kai being here. That he’s watching and participating. The pool of desire between my legs gets even wetter.
Damon lifts my hips, tilting them forward, and I fall, placing my elbows on the arm of the chair. Kai’s motions quicken and his eyes hold mine as Damon’s cock angles between my legs, the tip grazing my clit, sending chills along my body.
One of his hands cups my breast, kneading, tugging at my nipple. My head falls back at the jolt of ecstasy and Damon takes that moment to plunge inside, filling me deep with his length.
I cry out, teeth biting down on my bottom lip and Damon begins to move, pushing in and pulling out with an excruciating pace. My eyelids flutter but I force them wide; I want to see the man across from me as he pleasures himself. He strokes with one hand while rolling his dark-hued balls with the other. His face is so handsome, his sharp jaw clenched tight, he shifts his own rhythm to match ours and slowly the room shifts into a singular motion; stroke, push, pull, stroke, push, pull, stroke, push, pull.
Faster, faster, faster.
I close my eyes, unable to keep them open, small pants falling from my mouth. I hear Damon behind me, strong and forceful, claiming me as his own even though we’re here together. I’m lost in the moment until I feel the heat of breath on my face and blink, seeing Kai has moved closer, cock still hard in his hands but his lips close to mine.
“Kiss me,” I beg, wanting to feel him, and his mouth crashes against mine. It’s sensory overload as Damon fucks me from behind and incredibly, I want more. I reach for Kai’s cock, wanting to feel him in my hands as well as on my mouth, and my simple touch is enough to send him shattering over the edge, hot, sticky cum pouring down my hands.
He groans in my mouth just as Damon roars with release, his hands pressing down on my back as he pumps inside. My skin is itchy, achy, wanting and unsatisfied. I squirm against the leather and cry as they both pull away from my body. Their movement is quick, attentive, and one moment I’m being fucked and the next I’m sprawled with my back against Kai’s sweaty, naked chest with Damon crouched between my legs.
In the following moments something grand happens, something I never, ever, could have understood; that the attention of two men is a mind-numbing, body quaking rush. Especially if they know what they’re doing.
And damn, they know what they’re doing.
And after, once I’m nothing but a puddle of goo, my insides short-circuited, my mind surprisingly clear, I touch the naked, spent men snuggled up on each side of me.
“I’ve made a decision.”
“About what?” Kai asks, finger tracing my belly button.
“About the mission,” I reply. Damon’s eyebrow raises. “You’re right. We should go.”
“We?”
“All of us,” I say. “From now on, we don’t hide. We go together.”
Damon and Kai share a look. Kai touches my chin. “Are you sure.”
“Positive. This is about give and take and it’s not fair for me to make a unilateral decision. If Damon can compromise, so can I.”
The human next to me smiles, then kisses me hard on the mouth. Even though I’m exhausted I feel the stirring of want in my belly, ready to show these men how much I mean it.
From the look on their faces, they feel it, too.