Page 33 of The Shattered Kingdom (The Cursed Kingdom #2)

MASON

ABBY’S MOUTH IS so soft. Her thighs are so soft.

Everything about her is so soft.

My hand tangles in her hair, and I hold her close as I lift her onto the kitchen island. I’m careful to avoid her wreckage, navigating around the shattered wood. If I weren’t so distracted by Abby’s softness, I’d be impressed by her ability to so thoroughly ruin our furniture.

I wish I had seen her do it. Maybe I can get her to do it again for me later. I need there to be a later.

My father sent shifters after us. They were approaching from behind, and I’m sure they weren’t planning on exchanging pleasantries once they reached us.

They were going to kill me. Kill Kie. Kill Abby .

I remove my hand from her head, scared I’m going to hurt her. I grab her thighs instead. They’re thicker and can handle a bit of squeezing. They’re meant for my hands, and she seems to enjoy it when I touch them.

Her breath hitches, and a full-body shiver works down her spine before she snatches up the hem of my shirt and tugs upward. She wants my shirt off? Easy. I break our kiss just long enough to rip my shirt over my head. If my mate wants my clothes off, my clothes will be off.

Kie is still lingering across the room. He hasn’t moved.

I don’t know what his problem is, and I’ll kill him if he ruins this for me. Abby told him to touch her. It’s an easy ask, and it doesn’t leave much room for confusion. Kie wants her—I know he does—and it’s about time he stops holding himself back. It’s not earning him any favors.

I love letting Abby know when I’m happy, or angry, or horny, or really fucking needy. She likes it. I needed her to keep me calm after the attack, and she was more than happy to oblige. She kissed me, touched me, and told me so much about herself.

I learned all about her family and life before meeting us, and I know more about her than Kie does. I’m closer to her than he is.

It’s something I never thought would happen. I feared our mate would be a faerie who loved Kie but tolerated me, and for once, Zaha’s done right by me. I like my human. I want her, and I’m happy she’s stuck with us for the rest of our lives.

“Mace,” Abby starts. “I need to feel you.”

Her eyes flicker to the side, toward Kie, and I’m on her before she thinks too deeply about his odd lingering. She doesn’t need him. I can be enough for her.

I trail my hands up her thighs, letting myself bask in the knowledge that I’m touching my mate with my bare hands. I never thought I’d have this. Arousal seeps from Abby, the heady scent pouring from her pores in intoxicating waves. I would die without this woman.

“Our mate’s cunt has already been covered in my cum,” I taunt Kie. “And she hasn’t even kissed you.”

Kie frowns, finally stepping closer. “Fuck you.”

“I have everything you’ve ever wanted, and I didn’t even have to try,” I say.

Kie’s face contorts, shifting into anger.

This is good. I continue. “I have your title, and I’m about to have our mate’s cunt.

She won’t be thinking about you when I’m inside her, and you have nobody but yourself to blame. ”

Abby gasps, her fingers curling into my shoulder. She likes this, and I shoot her a wide smile as Kie storms toward us. The faerie is upset, and he roughly shoves his way between Abby and me, taking my place.

I let him, happy to stand back as he wraps one arm around her waist and buries another into her hair. The start of a gasp erupts from her before his mouth is on hers, cutting the noise short.

Abby jolts, but then her body practically melts in Kie’s arms. He’s showing passion. Need. They both need this.

“Mine.” He groans. “You’re mine.”

Kie’s kiss is rough, and I can’t help but wonder where he gained the confidence. He kissed Lillian a few times, but never with real passion. I was terrified the first time Abby put her lips on mine, but Kie shows none of the hesitation I felt. It pisses me off.

Abby fucking loves it. She moans and rubs against him, my mate a whore for her men. I’ve never seen Kie fuck, but I’ve heard rumors. She’s going to love him. I hope she loves me more.

Kie’s the first to break the kiss, and he pulls back just enough to rip her soft black bra over her head. Abby has pretty pink nipples, and she sinks her fingers into Kie’s arms as he sucks one into his mouth.

He moans. “I’ve been fantasizing about touching you since I saw you in the bathhouse. I love your body. It’s so fucking…” Kie groans, at a loss for words. “It’s everything. I want to sink my teeth into you, cover you in my marks.”

I lick my lips, enjoying the idea of covering her in love bites. We spent a long time outdoors today, and I bet Abby’s skin is salty. I’m also willing to bet the skin would be easy to bruise. Humans have weak blood vessels.

Abby’s panting. She doesn’t seem put off by Kie’s admission, and I can’t help but take a taste.

I pull her thigh outward, making room for myself.

Abby’s hips rock forward, my mate looking for friction, but I have other matters to attend to.

I crouch, sucking the skin of her inner thigh into my mouth, fully intending to leave a dark mark behind.

Kie shifts, doing the same to her other thigh. I’m pleased we’re on the same page, and we take our time covering our mate’s inner thighs as she fruitlessly rolls and thrusts her hips, silently begging for friction we aren’t giving her.

She needs to learn patience.

Only when I’m satisfied with my work do I pull away. Abby is indeed covered in marks, ones I hope remain for several days. She will think of Kie and me every time she sees them.

“So pretty,” I murmur, lightly tracing the largest one. “This one’s my favorite.”

Abby cries, still twitching. Kie chuckles, then moves inward. He wants a taste of her cunt. I’ve tried to be polite and contain my comments about how good it is, and I’m excited he’s finally going to experience it himself.

“Is this okay?” I ask. “Is this too much?”

Has Abby been with two men at the same time? Is this new to her? It’s not a question I want an answer to, but one I’m grudgingly willing to admit would be helpful to know.

Abby nods, then shakes her head, then nods again. “This is good,” she eventually blurts out. “I want more. I want… I need to know. You two are my mates, and I need to know that—”

I quiet her with a kiss, cutting off her rambling. I know what she needs, and I don’t want her thinking of Lillian right now. We’re her mates, and I fully intend to prove that. Kie better not disappoint .

I pull off her mouth so I can look into her eyes, wanting to see her expression the moment the faerie puts his tongue on her. Abby shifts, trying to peer down at Kie, but I cup her chin and force her to look at me. I’m being rough with her, but she likes it. She’d sure let me know if she didn’t.

Abby’s pupils dilate as he runs the tip of his nose along her covered slit.

“You smell like Mason,” he says.

I smirk, pleased with the observation. I’ve worked hard to cover our mate with my scent, and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished these past few days.

There’s a tear of fabric, most definitely her underwear, and Abby’s eyes grow comically wide as Kie finally licks her. She’s so fucking beautiful.

Kie moans, and Abby’s nails dig into my forearms. My birth family may not want me, but my mate does. Even when Kie is pleasuring her, licking and sucking her sensitive skin, she holds on to me . She loves me. I know it.

“How much do you want?” I ask.

I love pleasuring my mate, but I’m eager for more. I want inside her. I want to take.

Abby’s back arches, and the column of her throat bobs as she struggles to focus on my words. I sneak a look, my lips curling as Kie sucks her clit into his mouth. I’ve never tried that and haven’t thought to, but Abby seems to enjoy it. I’ll try it next time.

“How much?” I repeat. “Do you want us to take you to my bedroom?”

She likes my room, likes that I’ve never had another woman in there. It drives Kie mad, but I don’t feel sorry for him. He’s facing the consequences of his actions, and I’m reaping the benefits. Our mate prefers my bed, and I’m not above using that to my advantage .

Abby rolls her hips, but Kie pins them to the counter. I always let her take control and ride my mouth, but Kie keeps her in place.

“My room?” I repeat.

Abby blinks, still processing my question, before giving a jerky nod.

Thank the fucking gods. I don’t know what I’d do if she turned us away. My cock is aching, and I’m desperate for release. Men are discouraged from masturbating between the time they trigger the bond and have sex with their mate, and these past several days have been the toughest of my life.

Had Abby made me wait much longer, I might have broken that unspoken rule. It’s a faerie rule, anyway. Shifter mates have no issues with self-pleasure.

Abby releases my forearms, her eyes lighting with fire as she trails a hand down my torso. I let her, excited to see where she’s going with this. It’s about time she touches my cock, and I bite back a hiss as she grabs me over the fabric of my pants.

“This is mine.”

She’s looking for confirmation. I’m more than happy to give it. I’ve been waiting for the day she claims me. I’ve never belonged to somebody, and I’ve always wanted it.

“Yes,” I say. “It’s all yours.”

Kie nudges me aside, always so impatient, and carries Abby to my bedroom. She wraps her legs around his waist, happily letting him carry her over the destroyed furniture. I’ve had several intimate moments with Abby, but this is Kie’s first.

I have half a mind to leave them alone, to let them have this moment to connect without me, but then I decide I don’t want to and follow behind them. Abby’s my mate, and Kie can’t hoard her.

Kie already has her fully naked in my bed when I step into the room, and she lies on the center of the mattress watching him undress. I begin removing my clothing, too, and poor Abby grows panicked. She doesn’t know who to look at, and her gaze whips back and forth between us.

She looks close to fainting when we’re both finally naked. She’s nervous. She’s never taken two men before. The realization has me shaking, struggling to hold back the urge to crawl over her and take what the gods have promised is mine.

Abby is mine. My woman. My mate .

“Who do you want inside you?” I ask.

I’d love to fuck her at the same time as Kie, both of us filling her, but I don’t want to overwhelm her. I’ve done some research on human men, and they’re smaller than we are. Abby’s no virgin—it’s a fact she’s made a pointed effort to inform me of—but I refuse to hurt her.

“I have to decide?” Abby drags her fingers through her hair. My poor human is stressed, unsure which one of us to choose.

I fist my cock, drawing attention to it, before kneeling on the edge of the bed. I want her to pick me. I want it so fucking badly, and when her attention shifts momentarily to Kie, I realize I need to decide for her.

Abby needs my cock inside her. It’s evident by her heavy breathing and needy little pants. It would be cruel to continue denying her.

I spread her thighs, making room for myself. It’s about time I fuck my mate.