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“He’s trying so hard not to cum,” Kie teases. “Clench around him again.”
Mason’s eyes spring open. “Don’t you fuckingdare—”
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.
Chapter Forty-Two
ABBY
I’M LIMPING.
I don’t enjoy it nearly as much as Kie and Mason are. I was under the impression Kie would use his magic to prevent me from feeling too sore, but he’s doing a shit job of stopping the jolt of pressure that shoots up my ass with every step.
He and Mason are practically beaming with pride, their chests so puffed, I’m surprised they don’t share blood with peacocks.
Mason huffs. “I apologize.”
Anox pointedly ignores him.
I love this, and I smile to myself as I limp alongside them. Kie is forcing Mason to apologize for kidnapping and dismembering Lord Bishop, and Anox is not making it easy.
“Youwillforgive me,” Mason continues, glaring at the back of Anox’s head. “I was protecting my mate. You would’ve done the same.”
Anox continues walking, pretending as if he doesn’t hear the shifter.
“I think I might like him,” I whisper to Kie.
Anox looks at me over his shoulder. “I like you, too, and I look forward to beginning our lessons thisevening.” His eyes then shift toward Mason, and he scrunches his nose before turning back forward.
I’m surprised steam isn’t bursting out of Mason’s ears, and I slide my hand within his before he does something stupid. I’m not expecting to encounter clammy hands, though.
Mason’s nervous, but besides his sweaty hands, he’s doing an excellent job hiding it.
“You’ve got this,” I say, smiling up at him.
Mason glances down at me, licks his lips, and gives a curt nod. Then he turns back forward, his eyes narrowing at Anox’s back. He’s arguing with the faerie to distract himself.
