Page 78 of The Shattered Kingdom
“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 hipsagainst 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 façade. 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 isshaking.
“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.
