Angel Of Mercy (Cambions #3) Read Online Free

back was on his chest and the other in the hook of his arm, my underwear clad bottom made contact with his lift off.  For just a second, I felt powerful.  Three guys and each time, something in my feminine wiles had set them off.  Was it me or would it be like that for any girl, I wondered? His arm moved downward as he gripped my waist with a groan. “Mercy, you’re making things very hard to concentrate.”
    A giggle escaped.  I hadn’t meant it, but there it was. Moving around, I straddled him and kissed his mouth with all the pent up energy that was in me.  In the distance, I heard a thud and knew the book he’d held bit the dust.  Both his hands were on my waist and dipped under my tee shirt. His thumbs gently kneaded my bare flesh. Then, his fingers began to make their way up my back.  A little past midway, his hands stilled. Cursing, he said, “No bra.”
    My hovering lips curled into a smile. “No bra.”
    Like a curtain after the final act, his eyes slid shut. “You realize we are alone.”  After I nodded my agreement, he said, “We should stop before there isn’t any stopping.”
    “I don’t want to,” I confessed.  The time had come and I was so done with my virginity.  It was like the bane of my existence. Added to that, Flynn’s near death experience only reminded me of how close to death we all were. I could die at any time with all the attempts being made on life in the past couple of months.  And worse, Luke could die.  
    There were a few things I knew for sure.  One was I wanted Luke to be my first.  I truly loved him with all my heart.  There was no denial of that.  The other boy, the lost one, had my feelings muddled.  Could one person love two boys?  I wasn’t clear.  I was sure that Luke would accept the one gift I had to offer like it was more precious than anything with the exception of my life.  He would treasure that gift and treat it with care.  Flynn had probably popped more cherries than I had fingers.  And Sebastian, as much as he was right about a lot of what he said, I didn’t love him.  I was very certain of that.  He’d been a good friend, but that was it.  And Paul, there might have been a time where I thought he could be the one.  That time had long passed.
    Hands filled with strength and love stopped caressing me.  Falling away like stones on a mountain, he pulled on the sides of the shirt and released. “Were you dressed when Sebastian came to get you?”
    The menace in his voice gave me pause. I nodded furiously and watched his eyes cloud over with a hurricane of dark emotions.  I felt my Luke slipping away and the one I had created emerge.  His hand drifted up between my breasts without touching.  He pinched the fabric, pulling a bit again and released.  “Why are you only half dressed?  It’s the middle of the day.” The accusation hurt.  Before I could speak, he asked, “Where was Flynn?”
    Scrambling off his lap, I stumbled to my feet. “In his room, I guess,” I said, trying to hold back my own anger.  In my head, I repeated this isn’t my Luke several times, trying to calm down.
    Standing, he towered over me looking very pissed off. “You haven’t answered me. Why weren’t you dressed?”
    “I was sleeping, okay!” I yelled.  Then in words meant to hurt, I said, “I haven’t been sleeping well without you.”
    The pinched expression he held began to fade away.  The darkness within him began to recede.  Bending over, he picked up the book.  When his eye met mine again, they were no longer the churning waters of an ocean brewing a storm.
    He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry Mercy. Sometime I can’t help it.  I love you so much it hurts.”  His fingers pushed my hair behind my ear.  His thumbs caressed my mouth.  His touch sent shivers through me.
    “I love you too.”
    Nodding, he picked up the book from the floor. Then he flipped furiously to get to a page.  As if the past few moments hadn’t