Page 48 of The Shattered Kingdom (The Cursed Kingdom #2)

He works his finger into me, moving slowly and giving me time to adjust before easing in another.

The arousal he collected is drying, and he stops once friction begins.

Mason twists away, and I’m greeted with the sight of the shifter’s muscles flexing with each thrust as he reaches behind himself and rips open his bedside drawer.

“I thought you didn’t bring women to your room,” I say as he returns with a bottle of lubricant.

“I don’t, but I masturbate.” He shoots me a sharp look, as if sensing my impending teasing. “Shut up.”

I snort. “What else is in that drawer?”

Mason hands Kie the bottle before reaching back into the drawer. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it isn’t for him to pull out a fucking pocket pussy. The artificial vagina lands on the bed between us, and I take one look at it before grimacing and flicking it away.

“I also have a—”

I wrap my arm around Mason’s neck and pull him close, shutting him up with a kiss. I don’t care what he uses to masturbate, and right now, I’d rather him fuck me than explain. He moans into my mouth, and he tosses the toy off the bed before cupping my cheeks and biting my bottom lip.

“I love you,” he says as he pulls away. “I love you, Abby.”

I gasp, and Kie works two slick fingers into my ass. It’s hard to think with Mason in my pussy and Kie’s fingers in my ass, but I don’t need much brain power to respond to Mason.

“I love you, too,” I say. “I love both of you.”

Maybe it’s the mate bond talking. Maybe it’s not. I’m not sure, and I don’t care. This is how I feel, and I’m tired of feeling guilty about it.

Kie’s mouth meets the back of my neck. “Love isn’t a strong enough word to describe my feelings for you, but I suppose it will suffice. I love you.”

A third finger joins his other two, and once I relax, he pulls them out and lines up something thicker and warmer. Mason stills, halting so Kie can squeeze inside me. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth.

Kie takes his time, pushing inside with tiny thrusts. Mason peppers kisses along my jaw, distracting me from the slight hint of pain. I’m clutching his shoulders by the time Kie’s hips are finally flush with my ass.

“There we go,” Kie murmurs, smoothing a hand down my side.

I shift, painfully aware of how it moves them inside me. I’ve never felt so full. I’m bursting at the seams. I like it.

“I watched how you fucked yourself on Kie,” Mason admits. “I’m going to make you cum the same way.”

Kie and Mason pin me between them, then begin thrusting. They move slowly, one pulling out as the other pushes in. Both their hands are on me, sliding over every inch of my skin. It feels too good, and I can barely breathe.

“That’s my girl,” Mason whispers at the exact moment Kie says, “You’re doing so good.”

I gasp, and they continue.

“So fucking beautiful.”

“So fucking tight.”

“I love the way you clench around my cock.”

“You’re going to make me cum.”

“Do I feel good in your ass? I love you.”

Mason grunts. “I love you more than Kie.”

Kie pauses. “It’s not a competition.”

“Yes, it is.”

My back arches, my thigh shaking where it’s wrapped around Mason. I squeeze his shoulder, my nails probably piercing the skin as I desperately drag him closer. He’s already as close as he can get, but the growing fire in my abdomen makes it impossible to think clearly.

“Please,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

The drag of their cocks is overwhelming in the best way, like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart.

Mason wasn’t lying when he said he watched how I rode Kie, and he figured out exactly how to move to make me cum from penetration alone.

The angle is perfect, and the added pressure from Kie makes it even better.

Loud, nonsensical noises pour from my throat, and my mates continue their slow fucking until I fall apart around them. Mason grits his teeth as I cry out, clenching as I orgasm.

Kie moans. “That’s it.” He chuckles, then continues. “Look what you did to Mason.”

I slide my attention to the shifter, a smile curving my lips as I take in his current state. He’s gasping, short choppy breaths slipping from his throat as he fucks up into me.

“He’s trying so hard not to cum,” Kie teases. “Clench around him again.”

Mason’s eyes spring open. “Don’t you fucking dare—”

His words are cut off by a throaty moan as I squeeze, clamping down around him. Kie hisses at the pressure, but Mason loses it. His face screws up, and he throws his head back as his hips jerk underneath me. He’s cumming.

“Fuck,” he grunts, stilling inside me. “You monstrous woman. I wasn’t done.”

I giggle, and Mason drops his forehead against mine as he pulls out. Kie quickens, taking advantage of being the only one inside me. I crane my neck to the side and look up at the faerie, pleased with what I see.

He’s already looking at me, a soft expression I rarely see gracing his features. “Tell me you love me,” he orders. “Not both of us. Me.”

I place a hand on his thigh, stroking the skin. Mason wiggles away from me, letting my focus shift to Kie. Well, it does until my leg is pulled up and a mouth clamps around my clit. My entire body jolts as I look down, eyeing the head of messy brown hair between my thighs.

“I love you, Kie,” I choke out, returning my attention to my faerie. “I know you’re afraid it’s only because of the bond, but it’s not. You’re smart and kind, and you’re trying. That means so much to me. I’m excited to spend my life with you.”

Mason moans, licking my clit in fast, firm strokes. If he has any issues with the fact that his cum is currently dripping out of me and his tongue occasionally dips too far back and presses against the underside of Kie’s cock, he doesn’t show it. I’m glad, because this feels exceptionally good.

I gasp. “I love you so much, Kie.”

Kie grits his teeth. “I’m going to cum.”

I clench around him, and Mason eases two fingers into me. His tongue is still on my clit, working me in rough repetitive motions. When he curls his fingers, I burst .

I claw anything I can reach as another toe-curling orgasm shoots through me, the feeling so strong, I can barely breathe. Kie finishes with me, thrusting in deep as he finds his release.

The three of us relax, falling limp against the mattress. Kie rests inside me for a while, growing soft, before making his retreat. I wince in discomfort, but I’m not in pain. I knew they wouldn’t hurt me.