Page 108 of The Shattered Kingdom
I can’t help but laugh. It’s too loud in the otherwise quiet room, but neither of my mates seems to mind. Kie’s staring at me like the sun is shining out of my ass, and Mason’s wiggling against me like a cat in heat.
“You’ll like me when I’m ovulating,” I tease Mason. “I have a birth control implant in my arm that prevents me from menstruating, but when it’s out, you’ll have a guaranteed monthly lay.”
Kie and Mason simultaneously freeze, and Mason’s following question is so quiet I barely hear it. “Humans ovulate monthly?”
What? I pause, hesitating, before giving a slow nod.
“Shifters and faeries do so only once a year,” Kie admits. He gulps, his throat bobbing. “There’s a hormone spike in the days leading up to ovulation, and shifters are especially sensitive to it. I assume humans have a similar hormone spike?”
I nod again, and Mason buries his face against my shoulder with a low groan. My mouth grows dry, and I swallow past the lump in my throat as he rolls his hips forward, pressing himself against me.
“Why did you keep this from me?” Mason whines. He’s hard, and the fabric of his underwear does little to hide it. “You’re a cruel mate.”
I open my mouth, but my words die on my tongue as I meetKie’s gaze. He looks like he wants to devour me, and he holds eye contact as Mason’s hand finds its way between my thighs.
“Take them off,” Kie orders just as Mason’s fingertips find their way underneath the front of my underwear.
Mason hates being told what to do, but for once, he obeys. He removes his hand, and he pulls his hips back just enough that he can slip my underwear down and off. There’s a moment of shuffling before he returns, and I chew at my bottom lip as I realize he’s also stripped himself.
My palm presses into the mattress, and I tap my fingers against the soft sheets before sliding my hand forward. I continue until I find Kie’s bare chest, then begin downward. His abdomen is covered in lean muscle, and I feel every inch of them before slipping into the waistband of his underwear and finding the hard length that lives underneath.
Kie lets out a quiet groan as I curl my hand around him. I stroke him from base to tip, my lips twitching.
“Are faeries affected by the hormones, too?” I ask.
Mason answers. “Yes. Not as much as shifters.”
Kie licks his lips, shifting his attention to Mason. “Turn her around.”
Mason acts quickly. He flips me toward him, then grabs my leg and hooks it over his hip. My inner thigh stretches, but it’s nothing to the stretch I know I’m about to feel in a minute.
“So soft,” Mason whispers. One of his hands lands on my ass, and I flinch as he pulls the skin apart.
“Mason!”
He smirks. “You havetwomates, Abby. Don’t act coy.”
Something hard and warm slips between my thighs, pressing against my ass. Kie’s cock.
“Is this okay?” Kie’s breath hits the back of my neck. “Can I have you?”
Mason trails his lips across mine. “Please, Abby.”
Kie continues to play between my thighs, dragging the head of his shaft from back to front. I’m faintly aware I’m panting, my breath coming out of me in loud puffs.
“We want to share you,” Kie admits. “Do you want that?”
I do. I honestly, genuinely do. Embarrassment prevents me from admitting that out loud, though, and I bury my face against Mason’s chest as I bob my head.
Mason tuts. “Say it.”
“No.”
“Say it, Abby.”
I lift my chin, looking Mason in the eye. “No.”
He sucks his lips into his mouth, then shrugs. “Very well.”
