Page 47 of The Shattered Kingdom (The Cursed Kingdom #2)

ABBY

I WAKE TO a hard body pressing against my back. Kie’s finally returned. It’s about damned time.

He cuddles up against me, his warm body further pressing me against Mason’s chest. I’m practically lying on the shifter, my left leg thrown over his waist and my arm sprawled across his chest. He’s become my pillow.

A hand slips up my shirt, pressing against my ribs. I suspect it’s Kie’s, but I’m not entirely sure. Mason’s just as handsy.

“Get it sorted?” Mason asks, his voice thick with sleep.

“Are you asking if I successfully cleaned up the mess you made?” Kie pauses before answering his snarky, rhetorical question. “Yes, I did.”

Mason makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat, his lips pressing against my forehead. He kisses my warm skin before pulling away, and I do my best not to let the soft action get to me. I’m not used to these gestures, and I’m still learning to accept them.

Kie burrows his face against the back of my neck.

“I loved watching you today,” he whispers.

“It made me…” He pauses, struggling to find his words.

“You’re adjusting faster th an I would if I were in your position, and it fills me with pride to see you succeed.

I’m still drowning with guilt over how we treated you, but I’m so happy you’re my mate. ”

My throat tightens, and I flip toward Kie. His violet eyes are duller than usual, probably from exhaustion. I have no idea what time it is, but I know it’s late.

“Do you mean it?” I ask.

“Of course.”

Mason rolls over, pressing himself against my back. “Don’t roll away from me again.”

I smile, and Kie ignores him as he continues. “We’re going to have a happy life together. I just know it. I imagine our future is full of excitement, laughter, and maybe even a few children…”

He trails off, his voice growing cautious.

“I want children,” I answer his unspoken question. “But not anytime soon.”

Kie presses his lips together, trying and failing to hide a smile. He’s pleased. I see how his dull eyes light up at the idea of future children. “We would never rush you, Abby. Children will happen on your timeline.”

My cheeks flush. I clear my throat. “How large are shifter and faerie babies?”

I’m met with silence. That’s all the answer I need, and I pray this realm has epidurals. If not, we’ll be taking a trip to a human hospital. I want the sweet, sweet relief of drugs.

“I will allow your first child to be faerie,” Mason says. “But it’s my turn after Kie. I want a girl.”

I snort. “You can’t control that.”

Mason shrugs, his chest rising and falling against my back. I like this topic of conversation. I enjoy the three of us discussing and coming to a mutual agreement on something important.

“Do humans have sex while pregnant?” Kie asks .

Mason sucks in a sharp breath, like it never occurred to him that humans might not. I pause before answering, selfishly enjoying making my mates sweat a little. Pregnancy comes with an onslaught of hormones and I might not want sex quite as frequently, but I’m sure I’ll still want it.

“It’s personal preference,” I finally say. “I believe most women do. I will.”

Mason relaxes, and Kie gives a jerky nod. “That’s very good to hear.”

I can’t help but laugh. It’s too loud in the otherwise quiet room, but neither of my mates seems to mind. Kie’s staring at me like the sun is shining out of my ass, and Mason’s wiggling against me like a cat in heat.

“You’ll like me when I’m ovulating,” I tease Mason. “I have a birth control implant in my arm that prevents me from menstruating, but when it’s out, you’ll have a guaranteed monthly lay.”

Kie and Mason simultaneously freeze, and Mason’s following question is so quiet I barely hear it. “Humans ovulate monthly?”

What? I pause, hesitating, before giving a slow nod.

“Shifters and faeries do so only once a year,” Kie admits. He gulps, his throat bobbing. “There’s a hormone spike in the days leading up to ovulation, and shifters are especially sensitive to it. I assume humans have a similar hormone spike?”

I nod again, and Mason buries his face against my shoulder with a low groan. My mouth grows dry, and I swallow past the lump in my throat as he rolls his hips forward, pressing himself against me.

“Why did you keep this from me?” Mason whines. He’s hard, and the fabric of his underwear does little to hide it. “You’re a cruel mate.”

I open my mouth, but my words die on my tongue as I meet Kie’s gaze. He looks like he wants to devour me, and he holds eye contact as Mason’s hand finds its way between my thighs.

“Take them off,” Kie orders just as Mason’s fingertips find their way underneath the front of my underwear.

Mason hates being told what to do, but for once, he obeys. He removes his hand, and he pulls his hips back just enough that he can slip my underwear down and off. There’s a moment of shuffling before he returns, and I chew at my bottom lip as I realize he’s also stripped himself.

My palm presses into the mattress, and I tap my fingers against the soft sheets before sliding my hand forward.

I continue until I find Kie’s bare chest, then begin downward.

His abdomen is covered in lean muscle, and I feel every inch of them before slipping into the waistband of his underwear and finding the hard length that lives underneath.

Kie lets out a quiet groan as I curl my hand around him. I stroke him from base to tip, my lips twitching.

“Are faeries affected by the hormones, too?” I ask.

Mason answers. “Yes. Not as much as shifters.”

Kie licks his lips, shifting his attention to Mason. “Turn her around.”

Mason acts quickly. He flips me toward him, then grabs my leg and hooks it over his hip. My inner thigh stretches, but it’s nothing to the stretch I know I’m about to feel in a minute.

“So soft,” Mason whispers. One of his hands lands on my ass, and I flinch as he pulls the skin apart.

“ Mason !”

He smirks. “You have two mates, Abby. Don’t act coy.”

Something hard and warm slips between my thighs, pressing against my ass. Kie’s cock.

“Is this okay?” Kie’s breath hits the back of my neck. “Can I have you? ”

Mason trails his lips across mine. “Please, Abby.”

Kie continues to play between my thighs, dragging the head of his shaft from back to front. I’m faintly aware I’m panting, my breath coming out of me in loud puffs.

“We want to share you,” Kie admits. “Do you want that?”

I do. I honestly, genuinely do. Embarrassment prevents me from admitting that out loud, though, and I bury my face against Mason’s chest as I bob my head.

Mason tuts. “Say it.”

“No.”

“Say it, Abby.”

I lift my chin, looking Mason in the eye. “No.”

He sucks his lips into his mouth, then shrugs. “Very well.”

He tightens his grip on my thigh, pulling it further over his hip, before lining himself up with my entrance. His eyebrows furrow as he pushes into me, clear pleasure written across his features.

My toes curl as I stretch around him, my body still not used to his size. It’ll take a while to adjust to these two men, but I’m patient. Mason doesn’t rush things, either. He eases inside with soft, smooth thrusts, continuing until he’s entirely seated.

“I know what you and Kie did earlier,” he says. “You two are naughty.”

Kie’s hands run up and down my bare back, but he’s no longer between my thighs. I wiggle back, subtly sending the hint that I want him, but he doesn’t pick up on it. I try again, my frown deepening when he doesn’t take the bait.

“Kie,” I whine.

His fingers curl around my hips. “You don’t wish to share us. I’ll wait my turn.”

“No.” I huff. He knows I want them both. “I want you, too.”

“Where? ”

I wiggle back against him, inadvertently thrusting against Mason. “You know where.”

“Say it.”

I’m going to scream. “I want you in my ass, Kie.”

Mason grunts, wrapping his arms around my head. “There she goes.”

He finds his rhythm, pushing into me with even, smooth thrusts. It’s so good, but I still want more. I want Kie, too. I’ve never done this, but I want to try. I want to feel them inside me at the same time.

Kie reaches over me, placing a hand on Mason’s torso. “Slow down, Mace.”

Mason slows, gritting his teeth in the process.

I never imagined Mason would let another man tell him how to fuck his mate, and I like it far more than I should.

I look up, locking gazes with the shifter.

His bright-green eyes are half shut in pleasure, and he’s biting his bottom lip as he rolls his cock into me, filling me with slower thrusts.

Kie reaches between my thighs from behind, and I practically choke on my spit as he wraps a hand around the base of Mason’s shaft. The shifter stills, and Kie pulls him out of me so he can dip two fingers inside.

“I toyed with the idea of us sharing your cunt,” Kie admits. “But we’re too big for you. Your ass is better suited for me.”

He curls his fingers, collecting my arousal, before shifting his attention to my ass. I instinctively flinch, and he pulls away as he’s met with resistance. Blood rushes to my face.

“I’ve never done this,” I admit. “I’m nervous.”

Mason makes a happy little noise, continuing his slow, languid fucking.

“You’ve never done what?” Kie asks. He plays with my ass, waiting for me to adjust to the feeling. I gradually relax. “Taken two men or been fucked in the ass?”

“Neither. I’ve never done either.”

Mason groans, and Kie slowly eases a finger inside. It’s an odd feeling I don’t necessarily love, but I trust Kie will have me enjoying it by the time he’s finished.

“Neither have we,” Kie says. My heart pounds, and Kie continues. “Mason and I agreed long ago never to take a woman together, and I’ve never had one in the ass. I’m nervous, too.”

Mason chimes in. “I’ve never taken a woman that way, either.”

“We’re going to do this together,” Kie promises. “I’ll be gentle. It’s just me and you.”