The Price of Mercy Bonus Epilogue
The Price of Mercy Bonus Epilogue
Copyright © 2025 by Misti Wilds
Midnight strikes silently as the long arm of the clock ticks across the twelve. I stare at its glowing face as an owl hoots nearby, hidden from sight but its presence known. A shiver rolls down my spine as I feel eyes on my back, their owner waiting to pounce.
My men have grown patient, though—they know that the reward is sweeter after a long wait, and now that none of us are running, or fighting, or breaking… all that’s left is the quiet hush of our breath as our hearts take over. Mine pounds loudly in my chest, and I press my palm to my ribs.
We haven’t played this particular game before, but Kane’s been itching for a new flavor to our rendezvous—something nostalgic, I think, for him, but new to the rest of us.
Sam sits on a the steps of the Morningstar mausoleum, his legs spread wide, forearms resting on his knees, head tipped back as he stares at the glowing moon. “It’s time.” Rocking onto his feet, he exhales slowly. “You ready, baby?”
I nod, my hands shaking with nerves. I squeeze them into fists before slipping my fingers into Sam’s. He raises my knuckles to his lips and kisses each one. “You can say no.”
“No,” I assure him, smiling softly. “I want this.”
Part of me has always been curious, despite the risk. But now that Kane is more than the Reaper, the risk has been eliminated entirely, leaving only the potential for… something good.
For everyone.
Blowing out a breath, Sam accepts my answer and tugs me off the cobbled path. “Let’s get started, then.” We don’t move far, barely taking a few steps onto the damp grass before he pushes my back against the cold marble wall of the mausoleum. Cupping my chin, he drags his mouth across my temple and over my cheek before kissing the edge of my lips.
This isn’t part of the plan. I open my mouth to say as much when Sam hushes me with a finger to my lips. “A kiss before you go.” Eyes fluttering closed, he presses our lips together and sighs. “I could ruin you first,” he murmurs, grabbing my hip. The thin lace of my dress catches on the ring on his finger as he drags my skirt higher, revealing the soft skin of my thighs to the chill of autumn air. “That would really piss him off.”
We both know it won’t. Kane’s happy to share, especially if there’s an even bigger mess for him to enjoy. I laugh, unable to help it, and Sam claims the sound for himself. The curve of his lips is as sharp as the drag of his nails as he slips his hand beneath my panties and grabs my bare ass. I whimper as he pulls my body flush against his and grinds his erection into my stomach.
“Mercy,” he rasps, nipping the hollow of my throat, “I fucking want you. I always want you. I can’t breathe without you.” His fingers slide into my hair and he winds thick strands around his closed fist, tugging my head back for greater access to my neck. Bolts of pain root me to the spot as he bites down, marking my body as his.
I wrap my arms around his neck and let him take what he wants, knowing that our time is limited, that he’s playing along for my sake, that he’s actually nervous to be doing this in public. But Kane and Zane walked the entire perimeter of the cemetery together and locked all of the gates hours ago; there’s no one here but us.
“Sam,” I murmur, gasping as he nudges my thighs apart and slides his hand across my stomach. “If you don’t want this—”
With a grunt, he buries his fingers inside my pussy without warning. His breath tickles my ear as he groans, dipping his shoulder for better access. “I want this.” The smooth glide of his fingers makes me burn hot. Face flushed, thighs trembling, I come really fast. The build up to tonight has been an ongoing crescendo of anticipation, and my body is primed and ready for whatever my men throw at me—including a quick finger-fuck.
I only wish it lasted longer.
A whine catches in my throat as Sam removes his fingers, leaving me aching and empty. My pussy throbs, needing more, and tears catch in my eyes. I’ve been hormonal as hell lately, and any time there’s a delay in getting what I want, I feel like I’m about to shatter.
“Shh, baby, I’m here. I’m ready.” Sam places my hand over his crotch and rocks into my palm. “This is all yours.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and cup his shaft, enjoying its heat as I squeeze. The breathless huff that falls past his lips makes me smile, and I drop to my knees on the crunchy leaves to undo his belt. As soon as his cock is free, I run my tongue up its length and flick the tip beneath his head, enjoying the taste of his sweat.
Grabbing the back of my head, he guides me onto him until he’s buried in the back of my throat and pressing down onto my tongue, forcing me to breathe through my nose. Everything he and Zane have been doing lately has been to Kane’s direct benefit; I can fit Kane’s entire cock in my mouth and still breathe, thanks to the weekly lessons they’ve been giving. Tonight feels like one of those until Sam rocks his hips and I have no choice but to relax my throat for him to push inside. He shudders, cursing under his breath as he holds himself there.
One second.
Two.
Three.
Then he pulls back, his face as flushed as mine as he cups my cheek and stares lovingly into my eyes. “Good girl.” I lick the salty tip and slip his head into my mouth, sucking gently as I hold his gaze. My eyelashes flutter as he thrusts, forcing a few more inches inside, and we work in tandem until he comes, coating my tongue in his semen.
As Sam pulls his cock from my lips, leaves rustle behind him. I tilt my head to the side and catch Zane, his face and body painted like a Reaper, approaching with a sharp glint in his eyes. He steps beside Sam and taps my cheek. “Open up, Kitten.” His cock is in his fist in record time, and with a snap of his hips, he shoves it into my mouth. Sam’s cum drips down my chin as I quickly swallow what I can, but Zane’s cock is in the way for me to do much damage. With a hiss, he grabs my cheeks and squishes my face, pillowing his cock between my soft flesh and grunting out a cheap suck it, baby. My teeth scrape his shaft, and his eyes roll back in his head as he thrusts harder.
My pussy throbs and tears sting my eyes. I can’t watch Zane from this angle, but I shiver at the mental image of him wrecking my mouth. The body paint on his hands smudges my skin, warm and smooth, and my heart races at the implication.
If Zane is here, then Kane isn’t far behind.
Two Reapers coming to collect my soul.
“Such a dirty fucking slut,” Zane rasps, his balls smacking my chin. “Letting me use your mouth like this. Mmm. That’s it. Make me—uhn—bleed.” His thighs quiver. I cup his balls and he gasps as I roll them in my palm. “Mercy, wait, don’t—not yet—fuck.” Grabbing his ass, I force him to the back of my throat and his cock throbs, hot liquid bursting from the tip. I swallow around his cock with a pleased hum, enjoying the scent of both him and Sam clinging to my skin. Zane’s touch turns gentle as he sweeps his hand over my hair and pulls out.
I lick my lips as I gaze into his smoldering eyes.
“She’s getting really good at that,” he pants, grabbing Sam’s arm to hold himself steady. With a groan, he zips himself up and helps me to my feet. I can’t see him blush beneath the face paint—a white skull surrounded by deep blacks and grays—but I know it’s there. “I wasn’t supposed to—” He clenches his jaw. “Kane’s going to kill me.”
A twig snaps.
All three of us turn our heads.
Kane drops the stick in his hands and brushes them over his thighs. “You’re right.” His pupils are blown wide, barely reflecting the bright moonlight as he grins wickedly. “I’m going to kill all of you.” A knife in his hand glints, and I frown.
We agreed to a fake knife, not a real one.
Noticing my expression, Kane chuckles darkly and thumbs the tip of the blade. A bead of blood appears, and he sucks it into his mouth. “Couldn’t resist the temptation, Siren.” He tips the knife towards me. “It’s more fun when the danger’s real.”
My heartbeat stutters. Sam growls and shoves me behind him.
“No fucking way,” he snaps, balling his hands into fists. “Get the fuck out of here with that thing. No. We’re calling this off.”
Zane hums like he’s considering it. “He won’t actually kill us.”
A beat of silence falls between the four of us.
I squeeze Sam’s hand as I step past his outstretched arm toward Kane. “I trust you.”
A grin splits Kane’s face, his teeth glowing white against the pitch black paint on the hollows of his cheeks and down his throat. The bones begin on his broad chest, starting with his collar bone and shoulders, before each rung of his ribs and curve of vertebrae ripple as he flexes his muscles. As we stare at each other, a nervous thrill tickles the base of my spine.
This isn’t the Reaper I met a year ago. It’s the man I love. He would never hurt me.
Goosebumps trail down my arms. His eyes glitter with mirth as his voice echoes across the short distance between us.
“Run.”
- o -
Zane lags behind while Sam grabs my wrist and bolts, pulling me with him towards the nearest gate. “You have the key, right? We can call this whole thing off before he gets to you—”
I dig my heels in until Sam finally stops.
“I trust him, Sam, and I know you do, too.”
With a groan, Sam tugs the ends of his hair. A few seconds pass as he steadies his breathing. “I know, you’re right. He’s a pain in the ass, but…” A shiver rolls down his spine. “I don’t want him getting carried away. Not when you’re—” He cuts himself off as his gaze dips to my stomach.
My heart skips a beat. He keeps doing that, and it—it makes me nervous. I rub my thighs together and bite my bottom lip, willfully ignoring the divot between his eyebrows to offer another reason. “Really fucking horny?”
A small smile touches his lips. He gently pulls me into his chest and kisses the top of my head. “Yeah, baby. You might like it too much.”
We slowly arc around the perimeter of the cemetery, ignoring the gates and keeping to one of the main paths. Bundles of candles flicker at various markers, the wax dripping onto rocks and the edges of benches, holding hands with moonlight as they light our way. I hum a song for the souls laid to rest as we pass innumerable graves, some new but most old friends from the days I spent wandering the grounds aimlessly. “Could we buy this land?” I ask Sam, flicking my gaze to his face. I wouldn’t mind collecting every cemetery in the city and overseeing its upkeep; we’ve overhauled the Morningstar property, and I’d like to brighten every hallowed corner in the area as well.
Sam scans the area with a determined clench to his jaw, clearly keeping an eye out for an ambush. “Yeah, baby, whatever you want.”
A tiny laugh passes my lips. “And the park?”
He grunts in confirmation.
I rattle off a random list of buildings in the city, including the local preschool, our favorite grocery, my sister’s apartment complex, my doctor’s office—
Covering my mouth, Sam huffs. “I’ll buy you anything you could possibly imagine, Mercy, but please—” He drags me behind a tombstone and pushes me into a crouch. “Hush.”
Fallen leaves rustle across the stone walkway, and a deep rumble of laughter tickles my spine. “I know you’re there, Siren.” Boots thud on the soft earth. “Sam can’t save you this time.”
A frown twitches onto Sam’s lips.
The rough scrape of metal across concrete makes us both flinch.
“I can smell you.”
My heart races as Kane groans. “I can’t wait to sink into you, Siren. I bet your pussy’s aching for my fat cock to stretch you wide open.” He chuckles again, closer this time. “Don’t you want to watch me break your girl, Sam?”
I stare at Sam’s crotch as his dick swells. Suppressing a giggle, I rub his hard-on through his slacks, enjoying the glare he shoots my way. Slowly, I pull down his zipper and wrap my fist around his length, squeezing him through his boxers.
Sam suddenly jerks forward, his quick reflexes saving my skull from bashing into the tombstone. He grits his teeth as he cradles my head.
“Hey,” Zane calls out, suddenly towering over us. His dark eyes flash silver as he digs the heel of his boot into Sam’s spine and pushes him into me. “Get over here before she sucks him off again.”
“Again?” With a chuckle, Kane ’s face pops over the edge of the grave as he peers down at me and Sam. He grins at Sam’s boner digging into my cheek. “Damn, Siren, you are horny tonight.” The two of them grab Sam by the shoulders and haul him back, dragging him through the dirt until they have room to get to me.
I scramble onto my feet and run.
Kane’s laughter echoes through the night air as he sprints after me. Heart racing, chest heaving, adrenaline pumping, I weave through the graves I know by heart and up a short slope towards the oldest tree in the yard. Thick branches sway in the breeze, throwing leaves in my face as I plant my foot on the lowest branch and pull myself up. I scrabble up two branches by the time Kane arrives, but he’s undeterred as he snatches me around my waist and tears my body away from the tree.
“You didn’t hide,” he muses, panting against my temple. “I was ready for the hunt.” Cold metal shocks my system as Kane presses the flat of his knife to stomach. The sharp tip scratches my dress as he drags it across, back and forth in a twisted a caress. Kissing my fluttering pulse, he smiles into the curve of my neck. “Scared, sweetheart?”
I’m breathless as he spins me around and pushes me against the tree’s rough bark. My shoulders scrape and shivers run down my down. But the pounding of my heart isn’t fear—it’s so much love that it overwhelms me. A silent tear falls down my cheek, and Kane runs his tongue along the salty trail with a glowing smile.
He knows how much I love him.
With a snap of his wrist, he cuts away my panties and tears them from my body, then lifts my thigh and hooks it over his hip. With crushing intensity, he grinds his erection over my slick entrance and devours my lips, moaning as I scratch his scalp. He sucks my tongue into mouth and bites down, making me gasp with pain. Rough hands travel my body, grabbing my breasts and tearing at my dress. The knife makes quick work of getting me naked, and Kane steps back to admire the view.
“You’re perfect,” he rasps, swallowing hard. “So fucking perfect.”
The paint on his body has smudged onto mine, and I shiver as he ghosts his knuckles over a gray streak on my collarbone before dipping his head to wrap his lips around my breast. Palming my tit, he moans, the handle of his knife digging into my waist as he grabs me with the other hand.
My vision blurs at the edges as he sucks, tugging my nipple until I squirm. I see double as another Reaper walks up the slope with a hunger in his eyes. Gently, he pulls the knife from Kane’s hand and scratches the tip down the side of my arm. A flash of heat makes me moan, and I buck against Kane’s hips. Only when Reaper kisses the red trail the knife leaves behind do I realize that it’s Zane and not my imagination.
Placing the blade between his teeth, Zane unsnaps Kane’s belt and pulls his cargo pants below his hips, freeing Kane’s cock for him to grind into the cradle of my thighs. Our eyes meet over Kane’s shoulder, and he grins as I moan at the heat and intensity of Kane’s sudden thrusts. It only takes a few tries before the tip of his cock sinks into me.
Kane pulls back and thrusts harder, determined to fit. But we’ve played this game dozens of times; the most he’s ever been able to squeeze inside is the first nine inches. There’s at least two or three inches that we haven’t conquered.
I’m convinced that it’s impossible.
Zane’s throat clicks on a swallow as he pulls the knife from his teeth. “She needs to come,” he mutters, more to himself than to anyone else. After wiping the saliva off the blade, he taps it against Kane’s cheek until he detaches from my breast. A tiny red dot blooms on Kane’s skin, and Zane leans in to swipe it with the tip of his tongue. They lock eyes and desire crackles in the air between them.
Then they both turn back to me with matching feral grins. In a heartbeat, they switch places. Kane takes the knife as Zane frees his cock, then they both wrap my legs around Zane’s waist. He buries himself to the hilt, moaning as my pussy clenches around him. “Fuck, she’s wet. Are you sure you couldn’t—”
Kane shakes his head, blonde strands falling into his eyes. “Doesn’t matter. Fuck her.”
I cry out with each of Zane’s thrusts. My nipples rub against his chest as he fucks me hard and deep, growling in my ear as I claw his back. “That’s it,” he rasps, smirking into my neck, “scratch me up, Kitten. Make it burn.” He shudders as I carve into his flesh, the coppery tang of blood mixing with the heady scent of sex. Heat blooms deep inside my body as my pleasure mounts. I drag Zane’s mouth to mine and drink in every sound that rises from his chest, knowing that they’re made for me.
He comes with a stutter of his hips, shouting as he slams me onto his cock. Thick ropes of cum spill inside my pussy, making me shiver as raw need courses through my veins. But I don’t come, not yet, and a whine catches in my throat with each pulse of Zane’s seed.
It’s not enough.
Kane meets my eyes and grins. “Do it again.”
With a huff, Zane glares at our boyfriend. “I need a minute,” he snaps, jaw clenching. “Why don’t you lick her pussy.” Gently, he pulls out and kisses my lips, humming into my mouth so that I know he’s not mad at me. “I’ll eat you out if you want me to, Kitten.” He licks the seam of my lips. “But Kane loves my cum as much as you do.”
I cover my face as they swap places again, only this time, Kane’s kneeling between my thighs and spreading my pussy open with his fingertips. He licks the cum dripping down my thigh before latching onto my clit and moaning, the vibration sending sparks up my spine.
I can’t help it.
I grind all over his fucking face.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” I rasp, rubbing my clit on the tip of his nose as he shoves his tongue inside my cum-slicked pussy. I pant as Zane cups my tits and squeezes, smirking as he brushes his thumbs across my taut nipples.
Leaves crunch down the path as Sam slowly wanders up the hill. His eyes burn like twin suns as he stares at what Kane and Zane are doing to my body. His dick punches against his zipper, and I know that it’s only a matter of time before he gets his cock out, too.
Three dicks in this relationship, and somehow, they’re always hard at the same time.
“Sam!”
My face burns as Kane bites my inner thigh, his laugh rumbling into my skin. “That’s not my name, sweetheart.” Still chuckling, he flicks his tongue over my clit.
Pleasure makes me dizzy. I’m so close.
Someone’s fingers graze the seam of my lips.
I open my eyes just in time for Sam to push them past, eagerly pressing down on my tongue. The taste of my desire makes me moan, and I suck on the fingers he used to get me off earlier.
Then the cold edge of the knife digs into my throat, and my heart skips two beats. My pussy flutters as Zane grabs my hair and tips my head back, baring his canines like fangs. “Ohhh, you like a little danger. I can see it in that pretty flush right—” the knife’s razor-sharp edge nicks my skin. “—here.”
I whine loudly, my desire slicking my thighs and dripping into Kane’s mouth. He groans, lapping it up greedily, and slides two fingers inside my heat, curling them in exactly the right place.
White-hot pleasure explodes in the depths of my soul. Every cell in my body vibrates and matches their frequency perfectly. One man kisses my lips while another laps at the cut on my neck, and then someone’s dick notches at my entrance.
My eyes flutter open and meet the Reaper’s.
The head of his cock easily slips inside, but the stretch—the burn—makes me whimper. Someone plays with my clit and two more inches fit. Then three. Four. I lose count at the steady drag against my walls, the push and pull sending hot shivers down my spine. My arms hook around Kane’s neck and he crashes into my mouth, groaning as he buries himself inside of me.
All the way inside.
The pressure on my cervix makes it hard to breathe, but as soon as he moves, I don’t care anymore. Sweat drips down my back as he bottoms out again and again, grinding against the deepest parts of me, turning pain into twisted pleasure. Our heartbeats sync as Kane rocks his hips, barely pulling back before carving back in, arching his lower back to dig deeper, pound harder, and make me come so fucking hard that I scream.
He fucks me through my orgasm, growing more frantic as he chases his own release. When he finally comes, he trembles with each heavy pulse of his seed flooding my pussy. “Mercy, sweetheart…” His radiant smile outshines the full Samhain moon. “I love you so fucking much.” He sweeps me into a passionate kiss that fills my heart with so much joy. I laugh as tears fill my eyes.
The four of us end up sprawling out on the grass beneath the ancient tree. Sam rakes his fingers through my matted hair while Kane rubs the tender arches of my feet and Zane wipes icy antiseptic on the scratches on both my back and Kane’s, then on the cut on my neck. I meet his eyes as he presses gauze to my wound. “It’s not deep,” he assures me, noticing how I flinch.
I lay my hand over his and take a deep breath. “I trust you,” I murmur, exhilarated by how quickly he blushes. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. “I trust all of you,” I say after a moment. “Even with really sharp knives.”
Sam hums softly as he plays with the ring on my finger. It was my mother’s, so it’s not an engagement ring, but I can tell that he’s getting ideas. The one he wears mimics a wedding band, like he’s claiming the title of husband before we ever get married.
“What about with kids?” Kane sets my foot in his lap and lifts an eyebrow at me. “Would you trust me with kids?”
Nerves prickle my arms. Zane brushes his hand over the goosebumps on my skin. “For, like... painting lessons?”
“No,” Kane replies, his pale blue eyes glittering with silver specs of moonlight. “Not for painting lessons. For us.” He nods, his gaze quickly flicking between me and the others. “Would you trust me with your kids, Mercy?”
“I don’t…” I take a shallow breath. “I don’t have any children, so I can’t possibly answer that.”
He pushes the issue. “But if you did.” A tiny wrinkle appears on his brow. “Would you want me near them?”
All three men stare at me as they wait for my answer.
I picture an elephant falling from the sky and squashing me like a bug. A very pregnant bug. Or just a maybe pregnant bug. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. “I’m only a week late.”
None of them feign surprise, and I die a little on the inside. “You can’t all track my cycle!”
“We share the app,” Zane murmurs, smirking at my horror. “Sam even tracks how often you have sex with little hearts.”
I gape at them both.
“It automatically uses hearts,” Sam clarifies, expertly braiding my hair. When did he learn to do that? “For unprotected sex.”
My face flames. “You’ve been taking notes on our sex life?”
He gently tugs on my braid. “Yes, because you forget to write it down even with the app.”
I have a feeling he would take notes regardless. They might even have a point system for how often they sleep with me.
Competitive bastards.
Kane leans across the short distance between us and cups my chin to hold my gaze. “Mercy. Focus.” A soft shade of pink tinges the tips of his ears, and he clears his throat. “Are you okay to have me around your kids? I don’t mean raising them—” His blush spreads to his cheeks— “unless you want me to—or unless they’re mine—”
“You have to actually come inside her to make that happen,” Zane deadpans, snickering as Kane smacks his thigh.
“Actually,” Sam interjects, “if he came on her pussy, that’s close enough for his sperm to travel—”
I cover Sam’s mouth as my heart races. “Okay, we get it! I’m fertile as fuck!”
“Only because we all come on you, Mercy,” Zane drawls. His eyes flash as he glances at my bare tits. “Not that I’m complaining.”
My heartbeat thrums through my veins. Of course, I’ve considered the possibility that I’m pregnant. Every person with an active sex life automatically considers that when their period is late. But I haven’t thought about it in terms of, like… kids. Or whose baby it would be, if it’s even a baby at all and not a stress delay or hormonal imbalance, which are definite possibilities.
But I do know one thing for sure.
“I trust you with kids, Kane.” I lace our fingers together. No matter his past, I know his present. I understand his heart. “With mine, yours, and ours. Hypothetical or otherwise.”
The smile he gives me melts my heart.
No matter what life brings, there’s no one else I’d rather have by my side than these three men.
My best friends.
My secret-keepers.
And the loves of my life.