All Chapters of Rough Mercy: A Collection of Dark Passions: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jack's flat had become a second home for his buddy, Amy, who hardly went back to his unless he had to pick up new clothes. Jack didn't mind at all. He loved it whenever Emy stayed longer than planned, even though he teased him constantly.After dinner, they decided to have a drink to celebrate the end of their last semester at the University. Emy leaned against the kitchen island with a knowing smile. He enjoyed watching Jack. Hell, it was his damned favourite pastime ever since he realised that as an alpha, he liked other alphas. It was against everything werewolves believed. An alpha shouldn't like other alphas. Female alphas don't even marry male Alphas, just because of the power imbalance such a union would cause. “Another?” Jack rumbled from the living room as he lifted his empty whiskey glass.Emy pushed off the counter. “I’ll get it.”He moved past the couch, close enough for his thigh to brush Jack's shoulder; it was a calculated accident. Jack didn’t flinch. He just watched

Jack kissed him again, swallowing the shaky moan that escaped Emy’s lips. He worked his thumb inside, just to the first knuckle, and Emy squirmed in his lap.Emy turned fully in his arms, twisting to face him, and needing more of the kiss, needing to give it back. He framed his face with trembling hands, his fingers digging into the short hair at his temples. He kissed him with a desperation that bordered on worship, pouring every unspoken thing into the connection of their mouths.Jack met him, his hunger rising to the surface again. “Now,” he said. Emy understood. He wrapped his fingers around Jack's cock before he positioned himself, the head nudging against his entrance. He looked into Jack’s eyes and sank.The stretch was deeper this time. It was more profound for the angle and the intimacy of their position. Emy took him inch by agonising inch, his breath coming in ragged pants against Jack’s mouth. When he was fully seated with Jack’s cock buried to the hilt inside him, they b

The knock was too soft and almost too hesitant. I opened my door to find Hart standing in the drizzle, with hair plastered to his forehead. He was clutching a still-warm loaf of banana bread wrapped in a checkered towel. The porch light cut his face in half; one side was pale and gleaming, and the other was lost in shadow. Rain dripped from the ends of his lashes.“What are you doing?” I frowned at the uninvited visitor at my door. He had been a constant since this week, and it was grating on my damned nerves. “You looked tired when I saw you this afternoon,” Hart murmured as he lifted the towel towards me. “So I thought you would appreciate something like this.”My frown deepened. Seeing him shivering, a part of me wanted to invite him inside, but I had a feeling things might turn out differently. I knew it was only right to turn him back, like I had been doing all week, for my sanity.He shifted his weight and whispered, “I baked it.”His voice was that same soft tone I remembered

“Please,” he said, his voice cracking. “Please, I need—I need you inside me.”I pulled off with my mouth wet. “I don't have—”“In my jean pocket.” He was already reaching for the floor and fumbling with the jeans he'd dropped. He pulled out a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. The freaking fucker was prepared for this. I took the bottle from him and slicked my fingers before reaching for him. The first finger slid in easily, and he gasped, his head pressing back into the pillow.“More,” he said. “Please.”I gave him a second finger. Then a third. He was tight and hot around me, and I had to focus to keep from rushing, from losing control. He was taking me so well, his body opening for me like he'd been waiting for this, and the thought made my hips ache.“Now,” he said. “Blake. Now.”I rolled the condom on, slicked myself, and positioned myself between his legs. He looked up at me, his eyes dark and wet, his lips parted, and his chest flushed. He looked like something I'd d

I looked down at him, on his knees, with his hair falling into his eyes, his lips red and swollen from my cock, and something broke open in my chest. “I want you to suck me. I want you to take me deep, and I need to watch your throat work around me while I fuck your face.”His eyes lit up. “Yes.”He took me again, deeper this time, and I let him. I gripped his hair, just to control his pace, and forced him to take more cock than what he already had in his mouth. He gagged, but he didn't pull off. He pushed through it as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, and the sight of him desperate, willing, and ruined made me groan.“That's it,” I said. “Take it. Take all of it.”He gripped my thighs, steadying himself. His mouth was hot and perfect, and I could feel the build, the pressure coiling low in my gut. I pulled him off before I came, my cock slick with his spit, and he looked up at me with hazy, questioning eyes.“Not like that,” I said. “I want to be inside you.”He scrambled t