Page 56 of The Shattered Kingdom
“Yes.” Mason gasps. “Use me.”
His moans grow louder, continuing until something stickycovers my sex and thighs. Did he just cum? I lift my dress to see, and I immediately wish I hadn’t. It was one thing to know I’m riding the length of his cock, but it’s another toseeit.
Cum pools from him and spreads against me with every movement. I whine, wanting nothing more than to grab his messy length and slide it inside me. He’s beyond thick, and I just know it would feel so good.
Mason continues gripping the headboard. I want to know why he’s restraining himself, but I’m afraid asking will encourage him. I’m worried that if he tries to fuck me, I’ll let him. It’s a miracle I haven’t put him inside me yet. It would be so easy.
Kie trails his fingers up and down my neck, but it’s all he gives.
“Kie,” I plead. I’m not sure what I want from him, but it’s more than this.
Hetsks. “Not yet.”
I snap my jaw shut with a quiet click.Not yet?What’s that supposed to mean?
I brush him away, flicking his fingers off my neck. I won’t beg him to touch me, not after the way he’s treated me. Mason, despite his faults, is at least trying. He’s apologized, and I can tell it’s sincere.
Kie can’t even muster up one measly apology.
He can suck my balls.
I continue grinding against Mason, moving in the way that feels best for me. I’m so close, and the way Mason’s staring at me as if this is the best thing he’s ever witnessed isn’t helping.
“You prefer me.” He moans. “My mate prefers me. My cock, my affection, and my touch.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Give an inch, and he takes a mile.
Mason wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest, quickly replacing Kie’s removed fingers with his mouth.The feeling of his tongue on my neck is enough to push me over the edge, and my movements grow jerky as I finally find my orgasm.
It’s everything I hoped it would be, and I drop my head against Mason’s chest as I struggle to catch my breath. I needed this, and I take a moment to compose myself before smoothly sliding off the shifter’s lap.
I made a mess of him, but I refuse to look as I straighten out my dress and attempt to pull the sleeves back up my shoulders. I need to change, and then I need to take a long shower and contemplate my life. This has been fun and all, but attempted murder is where I draw the line.
Kie lingers in the corner of the room. He looks upset, but I refuse to allow myself to care.
I clear my throat. “What happened after we left?”
The sudden guilty expression that crosses Kie’s face is unexpected. He grimaces and glances away, his lips pursing. I immediately know it has something to do with Jackie. I cross my arms over my chest and tap my foot against the ground.
Mason remains where he is, lying on the bed with his arms sprawled to the sides. He looks content, and he doesn’t even attempt to cover himself up.
I focus on Kie. “Well?”
Chapter Twenty-One
ABBY
KIE BLOWS A strand of hair out of his eye. “Jackie is well-connected,” he starts. “I brought her to my office so we could talk privately, and we reviewed the list of faeries in attendance today. We were alone, but nothing happened between us. I promise.”
Mason props himself up on his elbows, a smile toying at the corners of his lips as he glances between me and Kie. He’s enjoying this, probably because it further pushes his agenda of being my favorite.
I resist the urge to grab one of the study books off his desk and throw it at him.
“Did Jackie ask about our relationship with Abby?” Mason asks. He’s fanning the flames. Kie recognizes it, too, if his frosty glare is anything to go by.
“She did.” Kie offers no further explanation.
He’s stupid if he thinks I’ll let him leave it at that. This is my assassination attempt we’re talking about. I don’t like Jackie, but I don’t care that he spoke to her alone. I deserve to know every little detail.
