Page 34 of The Shattered Kingdom (The Cursed Kingdom #2)

ABBY

MASON’S FRANTIC. I share the emotion.

I need them to fuck me, and I need it to be so good that it leaves no doubt that we’re meant to be together. I need to know that Zaha didn’t make a mistake or this isn’t another one of Callie’s tricks.

I still can’t wrap my head around her being alive.

Mason creeps his way between my thighs, the shifter surprisingly agile. I can’t help but gawk, my mind running a million miles a minute as my gaze darts toward the giant man crawling over me and the quiet one standing at the edge of the bed.

I expect Kie to be upset with Mason’s intrusion, but he doesn’t look the least bit bothered. If anything, he seems to find the entire situation humorous. His lips are curled into a sly smile, and his violet eyes are looking me over in a way that feels more predatory than it has any business being.

Mason’s cock presses against my inner thigh, so close to where I want it. I’m relieved he didn’t make me pick between them. I wouldn’t have been able to choose. I want them both.

Kie walks around the side of the bed, his fingers trailing along the bedsheets. His muscular arms are taunting me, begging me to reach out and touch, but I have a feeling Mason will lose his mind if I make any moves for the faerie.

The shifter is possessive, and he’s made it obvious he wants me first. Kie must’ve suspected this would happen. Kie’s the well-trained dog who waits patiently for his bone. Mason is the puppy who gets too excited and snaps it out of the owner’s hand.

The thought has me giggling, which captures the attention of both men. They look equally offended, glancing between one another with matching frowns.

“What’s so funny?” Mason asks.

He sits back on his knees, staring down at me.

It’s hard not to look between his thighs.

I’ve seen his cock a few times now, and I’m nervous to take it inside me.

I have half a mind to tell him and Kie to use one of the many condoms in the guest room nightstand, but I don’t.

I’m on birth control, and I’m selfishly excited to be the first woman either man is bare inside of.

“What’s so funny, Abby?” Kie repeats Mason’s question.

I smile. “I just wasn’t expecting Mason to be so excited.”

I expect the shifter to return with a snarky response, but he gives a halfhearted shrug instead. “You’re my mate. Of course I’m excited.”

He’s lining himself up and pushing inside me a second later, filling me with a low, drawn-out moan. I have no words, and I grab helplessly at his arms and neck as my body stretches around him.

“Fuck.” Mason gasps, grabbing my thighs. “I knew you’d feel too good.”

He pulls out halfway and pushes back in.

I slam my head against the sheets, faintly aware of Kie brushing my hair out of my face. The bed dips as he kneels beside my head. I know where this is going, but when I turn to take him in my mouth, he moves behind me.

“Kie?” I whine, my voice shaky as Mason rocks his hips against me. He presses against all the right spots, making it impossible to think. “What’re you doing?”

Hands hook underneath my elbows, and I release a shocked gasp as I’m hauled backward up the bed. Kie’s pulling me onto his lap. My back is flush against his chest, and his hardness presses against my lower spine.

Mason smoothly adjusts, his hands traveling to my hips as he settles into an easy rhythm.

“Look at her,” he tells Kie. “She was made for us.”

The faerie’s breath warms my neck as he peers over my shoulder, watching Mason fuck me. I don’t need to look to know it’s a vulgar sight. My wetness is dripping down my inner thighs, and I suspect Mason’s covered in it.

“How does she feel?” Kie asks.

“Fucking amazing.” Mason grunts. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

He’s deep inside me, and each thrust has my lower back rubbing against Kie’s length. I want more of the faerie, but I’m not able to touch him. He’s underneath me, and I can’t reach him at this angle.

I settle for grabbing his thighs, but it’s not enough.

Mason seems to sense my inner turmoil as he pulls out and flips me onto my hands and knees. Then he grabs my hips and guides me back onto his cock, not missing a beat.

Kie’s lounging against the headboard. He looks much too relaxed, but I know it’s an act. He’s already leaking precum, and his hips are twitching of their own accord. He wishes he was the one fucking me right now, and I make eye contact with him as I lean forward.

Mason admitted to me once that he’s never had a mouth on him, and I’m willing to bet the same is true for Kie.

Kie hisses. “ Abby ! ”

He squeezes his eyes shut as I close my lips around the head of his cock, and his hands immediately fly to my shoulders. It’s like he can’t decide whether to push me away or pull me in. It’s a confidence booster, and I fight back a smile as I take him further into my mouth.

He’s too big to take all the way, or even most of the way, and he’s too thick to stretch around comfortably. Still, I try my best.

Mason leans over me, bringing his lips to my ear. “You look so fucking good with Kie’s cock in your mouth.” He’s palming my ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh. I can tell he’s not entering me all the way, and I huff before pushing back against his next thrust.

Mason curses, and I pull off Kie.

“I can take more than you think,” I say. “You won’t break me.”

Mason takes my words to heart. His grip on me tightens, and I almost fall forward from the force of his next thrust. He shoves the entirety of himself inside, stretching me more than I thought possible.

Kie takes action, too. He grabs my head and guides me back to his cock. Long gone is his relaxed facade. He’s panting, his chest heaving as I take him into my mouth. I barely get halfway.

“Gods,” Kie moans. “It’s so good.”

I like it when he takes control, when Mason does, too, and I let myself drown in the feel and taste of my mates. It’s overpowering all my other senses, and I love it. I love this.

Tears fill my eyes and stream down my cheeks. I needed this to be good, and it is.

Mason begins rubbing my clit, his movements perfectly timed with his thrusts.

He’s learned what I like, and I thrash against him and Kie as the pleasure builds.

I assumed Mason would be the one to cum first, but at this rate, it’s going to be me.

My orgasm is close, and Mason rubs my clit until every muscle in my body is shaking.

“Let it go,” Mason orders. He’s grinding against me now, the head of his cock repeatedly rubbing against a spot that’s making me see stars. “I want to feel my mate cum.”

Kie pulls out of my mouth, letting me breathe. I bury my forehead into his hip, my eyes clenched shut as Mason drives me to release. I’m so fucking close.

“Mason—” I cry.

My voice dies out as Mason pulls me up onto my knees. My back presses against his chest, and I make eye contact with Kie. I’m not sure if it’s rude to make eye contact with a man while orgasming on another man’s cock, but Kie doesn’t seem to mind.

He squeezes the base of his shaft, his jaw slack as I come undone.

Mason continues fucking me, his moans growing louder as his movements become erratic. He’s close, and immense satisfaction washes over me when he finally pushes in deep and stills.

He buries his face against my neck, peppering my skin with kisses as he finishes inside me. He’s panting, and I’m left feeling painfully empty when he finally pulls out several moments later.

Cum is pouring down my inner thighs. It’s a feeling I typically hate, but I can’t bring myself to care as I move for Kie. I want him too. He sits back on the bed, his lazy smile returning as I straddle his lap. He’s mine, and I want him finishing inside me just like Mason.

“You don’t need to—” Mason starts.

Kie shushes him, his voice low. “She can take it.” He tucks my hair behind my ears, his movements gentle. “You can take it, can’t you?”

I nod. I can take it.

I use his shoulder for leverage as I line him up, beyond desperate to have him inside. Mason already stretched me out, leaving me mildly sore, and Kie is no better. He’s just as thick as the shifter, and this angle allows him to sink in deeper.

I ride him gently, rocking my hips back in soft movements. Kie’s grip on my hips helps guide me, and when I attempt to speed up, they slow me down.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Kie mutters. “I’m already so close. Just a few more thrusts and I’ll fill you. Can you cum from penetration alone?”

I hesitate, then nod. I’ve only been able to cum that way when I’m by myself, and it’s not easy.

Kie releases his grip on my hips. “Show me.”

“I don’t know that I can…” My voice trails off as I take in Kie’s unbothered expression. “It might take a while.”

Kie cocks his head to the side. “Cum on my cock, Abby.”

Fine. I grab his shoulders, adjusting our positioning until I find the one that feels best. Kie’s the picture of patience as I begin rocking my hips, moving them in small, jerky motions that have gotten me there before.

Kie watches my every movement with rapt attention, and I suspect he’s memorizing them so he can do it himself later. I enjoy the thought more than I should, and I let my head fall back as I focus on the sensations.

Mason is behind me, his presence comforting, but he doesn’t interfere. I suspect he, too, is memorizing my every movement.

My second orgasm hits me like a freight train. It’s fast and intense, and my back curls as I drop against Kie’s chest. He holds me steady, and I’m almost too distracted to notice that he’s cumming, too.

I didn’t realize he was so close to the edge, but there’s no mistaking the deep moan that pours from his throat as his hips jerk up against me. He finishes inside, his cum mixing with Mason’s. I take it, greedy for it all.

“You’re my family.” Mason’s declaration pulls me from my post-orgasmic haze. “I’ve been desperate to hold together the idea of family I shared with my father, but I realize now I didn’t need to. You’re mine, Abby. You and Kie are my family.”

Fuck. I need a moment to process that.

I need to make a decision.

I can’t continue torturing Mason. He’s fighting for me, and it’s cruel to keep throwing him small crumbs while actively denying our bond. I can’t expect him to give himself to me while simultaneously pulling away.

Despite everything that’s happened between us, he doesn’t deserve that. I need to decide. Either I’m in, or I’m out. My heart pounds, and I’m faintly aware I’m taking too long to respond.

Mason slips off the bed and disappears into his ensuite bathroom. He’s disappointed in me. Kie is, too. The faerie doesn’t say anything, but his lack of reaction is enough.

I climb off Kie, and he clears his throat before sliding off the bed.

“I’ll get you something to clean yourself with,” he says.

His voice is monotone—the fevered way he spoke to me just minutes ago now long gone. I clasp my hands in front of me, hating myself for not speaking up.

The shower turns on, the water loud as it erupts from the showerhead and smacks against the tile. It’s probably Mason. He wants to clean me off of him. He doesn’t want the remnants of our sex to stick to his skin any longer than necessary.

The realization hurts more than I’d care to admit, and it urges me to join him and Kie in the bathroom. Mason’s indeed in the shower, his back facing me as he angrily scrubs at his skin.

Kie’s in front of the sink, his hands pressed against the marble and his head hanging between his shoulders. He straightens up as I step into the room, and he runs a hand towel under the faucet before spinning toward me.

“Here,” he says, handing it over. “You can shower after Mason, but this should hold you over while he finishes. I’m going to bring in my mattress.”

He moves to walk past me, but I grab his bicep, stopping his retreat.