Mercy (Queen's Birds of Prey 1)

Ripping off his shirt, he could see the tat as it made its way down his arm. He’d have a sleeve, his mind said to him, as if it were a different person. And when the warmth of blood rolled down over his arm to his wrist, he saw it then—the falcons in a neat circle around his wrist. He had a sigil to mark him as a falcon.

The bird then sat with Miley. Joel was too focused on his pain right now to realize that she was sitting on Miley’s lap. Before he could tell her to be careful, to remember what Mercy had told her, the falcon bit her too, in the same place, and Miley screamed.

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Mercy knew what Miley was feeling but waited for her to figure out what it was. Mercy sat on the floor in front of her, watching her face as the pain of the mark subsided. She knew just when she realized what it was that was hurting.

“I can feel it.” Mercy nodded and smiled. But it took Joel a little longer to understand. “Dad, I can feel it. The cuts, I can feel them.”

“Did you know that she was going to mark her too?” Mercy said she hadn’t, but it was a good thing. “How do you figure that? She has a tattoo that is— What can you feel, Miley?”

Miley laughed with her. When she told her dad that she could feel the cuts on her legs, Mercy moved back so that she could be with her dad. Mercy watched the younger girl carefully. She didn’t want her doing too much at first.

“She bit her so that she could be healed with her magic.” Joel asked if that was all it took. “Yes and no. I guess she figured that if she were to shift, which you both could do before, she would be too weak to try and work on walking. But, I would suggest that you take it easy. If you rush this, you’re going to get hurt. I don’t mean you might get hurt—you will be hurt. Falling at this stage of your life would hurt badly.”

Mercy was so calm. He was a mess, and there she sat, looking at his...no, their daughter, like this was something that happened every day. Miley looked at him. Her eyes were still wet, and the blood was pooled on her hand, like it had his.

“Dad, will you carry me outside? I want to just have the grass on my toes. I know that I can’t walk, but this is something that I’ve wanted forever. Please?” He couldn’t have turned her down if she’d asked him to bring the moon in the house so she could touch it. “I’ll be really careful. Just set me in the grass and I’ll be content for the day.”

Picking her up, he realized how much bigger she was getting. Thirteen. His little girl was thirteen-years-old. Setting her on the grass was the simplest thing he could have done for her, but she looked at him as if she’d gotten everything that she’d ever wanted. Mercy sat on one of the deck chairs and he joined her.

“She can hide her marks the same as you can. Just think of them covered and they’ll be gone from view. I have them too, but since I’ve never been one to show off what I am, they’ve been hidden for a long time.” He could see them then, the marks that made her what she was. The one at her wrist was wider than his, a great deal wider in that it reached almost all the way to her elbow. “I have this for all the wars I’ve fought in. You have yours for the same reason.”

“I’ve never been at war. I don’t understand why I’d have even this one.” She just looked at him. “Mercy, I love you.”

“And I love you as well. but that doesn’t get you off the hook so easily. You hurt me. Devasted me, in fact.” He told her that he knew that. “Your war is fighting to keep your daughter from harm. By working so hard to keep her fed and safe. That is your war. And you will get one every time you do something like that for others. They’ll be thinner, yes, but you’ll have them.”

Miley played in the grass for an hour. At one point she rolled to her belly and was able to wiggle her toes. Joel wasn’t sure that she realized she’d done it, and when she sat up, leaning back on her arms, she did it again.

“I’ve never done that before.” Miley laughed. It rang through the yard and became attached to his heart. He ached with his love for this child—and for the one that Mercy was carrying.

When Miley was tired, he took her to the couch and let her rest. She was asleep in no time, and Mercy covered her up with the coverlet that they’d just gotten last week. He asked Mercy if he could talk to her, and they made their way to his new office.

He’d really meant to talk to her. To ask her what he should know, how long would she be pregnant. But the thought of touching her, kissing her, made his cock hurt, his body tingle with anticipation. As soon as he pulled her body to his, she came to him as if she’d needed him as well.

Their clothing was gone. He loved this new magic for that. When he pressed her against the door, thinking that he’d have a chance to look at her wholly, he was backed up by Mercy until the top of the desk touched the back of his knees.

“I’ll make the room so no one outside of it can hear you.” He nodded, not sure what she had in mind until she got down on her knees. “I’ve wanted to do this so much. It’s all I can think about.”

Before he could say a word, even if one had formed in his mind, she took him deeply into her mouth. And like before when she’d done it, he cried out with the tightness of her throat, the way her tongue seemed to roll around him. Joel pushed forward, thinking just to fuck her when she swallowed.

“Holy fuck a duck.”

She bobbed over his cock, his body responding to the tightness of it all. Fucking her this way, having her between his legs, Joel moved her hair so that he could see her.

His cock was wet with her juices as it went in and out of her mouth. Joel felt her saliva as it rolled down over his balls. When Mercy touched him there, using her juices to roll his balls in her palm, he fucked her mouth harder.

It was not enough and too much at the same time. And when she gave his balls a tight but gentle squeeze, he cried out with his release even as he fucked her mouth over and over. But when Mercy leaned back from him, he could see her need—her skin was dewy with it.

Joel fisted his cock, using her spittle to make the slide faster and better. Mercy

opened her mouth. He knew what she wanted, and he needed to come all over her so that she could taste him again.

Holding his balls—they ached with how full they were—he told her to touch herself, to make her pretty pussy beg for him. And when her fingers slid into her nether lips, she used the other hand to squeeze and tease her nipples. Christ, Joel came so hard that his back ached from it, his body bent back to make sure she got it all. Coming that hard had never happened to him before.

When she stood up, he was weak with his releases. Joel knew that she needed to come too, but he wasn’t sure he could help her. That was until she leaned over his desk, her beautiful ass pointed at him, seemingly begging for him to take her this way.

Grabbing her by the buttocks, he held on as he slammed forward into her pussy. She cried out, her body tightened around him. And as he fucked her, pounded her as hard as he could, miraculously, his balls filled again and suddenly, just like that, he felt his bird or something move over him until Joel had the most urgent need to bite her shoulder.