Page 79 of The Shattered Kingdom
My voice dies out as Mason pulls me up onto my knees. My back presses against his chest, and I make eye contact with Kie. I’m not sure if it’s rude to make eye contact with a man while orgasming on another man’s cock, but Kie doesn’t seem to mind.
He squeezes the base of his shaft, his jaw slack as I come undone.
Mason continues fucking me, his moans growing louder as his movements become erratic. He’s close, and immense satisfaction washes over me when he finally pushes in deep and stills.
He buries his face against my neck, peppering my skin with kisses as he finishes inside me. He’s panting, and I’m left feeling painfully empty when he finally pulls out several moments later.
Cum is pouring down my inner thighs. It’s a feeling I typically hate, but I can’t bring myself to care as I move for Kie. I want him too. He sits back on the bed, his lazy smile returning as I straddle his lap. He’s mine, and I want him finishing inside me just like Mason.
“You don’t need to—” Mason starts.
Kie shushes him, his voice low. “She can take it.” He tucks my hair behind my ears, his movements gentle. “You can take it, can’t you?”
I nod. I can take it.
I use his shoulder for leverage as I line him up, beyond desperate to have him inside. Mason already stretched me out,leaving me mildly sore, and Kie is no better. He’s just as thick as the shifter, and this angle allows him to sink in deeper.
I ride him gently, rocking my hips back in soft movements. Kie’s grip on my hips helps guide me, and when I attempt to speed up, they slow me down.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Kie mutters. “I’m already so close. Just a few more thrusts and I’ll fill you. Can you cum from penetration alone?”
I hesitate, then nod. I’ve only been able to cum that way when I’m by myself, and it’s not easy.
Kie releases his grip on my hips. “Show me.”
“I don’t know that I can…” My voice trails off as I take in Kie’s unbothered expression. “It might take a while.”
Kie cocks his head to the side. “Cum on my cock, Abby.”
Fine. I grab his shoulders, adjusting our positioning until I find the one that feels best. Kie’s the picture of patience as I begin rocking my hips, moving them in small, jerky motions that have gotten me there before.
Kie watches my every movement with rapt attention, and I suspect he’s memorizing them so he can do it himself later. I enjoy the thought more than I should, and I let my head fall back as I focus on the sensations.
Mason is behind me, his presence comforting, but he doesn’t interfere. I suspect he, too, is memorizing my every movement.
My second orgasm hits me like a freight train. It’s fast and intense, and my back curls as I drop against Kie’s chest. He holds me steady, and I’m almost too distracted to notice that he’s cumming, too.
I didn’t realize he was so close to the edge, but there’s no mistaking the deep moan that pours from his throat as his hips jerk up against me. He finishes inside, his cum mixing with Mason’s. Itake it, greedy for it all.
“You’re my family.” Mason’s declaration pulls me from my post-orgasmic haze. “I’ve been desperate to hold together the idea of family I shared with my father, but I realize now I didn’t need to. You’re mine, Abby. You and Kie are my family.”
Fuck.I need a moment to process that.
I need to make a decision.
I can’t continue torturing Mason. He’s fighting for me, and it’s cruel to keep throwing him small crumbs while actively denying our bond. I can’t expect him to give himself to me while simultaneously pulling away.
Despite everything that’s happened between us, he doesn’t deserve that. I need to decide. Either I’m in, or I’m out. My heart pounds, and I’m faintly aware I’m taking too long to respond.
Mason slips off the bed and disappears into his ensuite bathroom. He’s disappointed in me. Kie is, too. The faerie doesn’t say anything, but his lack of reaction is enough.
I climb off Kie, and he clears his throat before sliding off the bed.
“I’ll get you something to clean yourself with,” he says.
His voice is monotone—the fevered way he spoke to me just minutes ago now long gone. I clasp my hands in front of me, hating myself for not speaking up.
The shower turns on, the water loud as it erupts from the showerhead and smacks against the tile. It’s probably Mason. He wants to clean me off of him. He doesn’t want the remnants of our sex to stick to his skin any longer than necessary.
