Page 110 of The Shattered Kingdom
Mason hands Kie the bottle before reaching back into the drawer. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it isn’t for him to pull out a fucking pocket pussy. The artificial vagina lands on the bed between us, and I take one look at it before grimacing and flicking it away.
“I also have a—”
I wrap my arm around Mason’s neck and pull him close, shutting him up with a kiss. I don’t care what he uses to masturbate, and right now, I’d rather him fuck me than explain.He moans into my mouth, and he tosses the toy off the bed before cupping my cheeks and biting my bottom lip.
“I love you,” he says as he pulls away. “I love you, Abby.”
I gasp, and Kie works two slick fingers into my ass. It’s hard to think with Mason in my pussy and Kie’s fingers in my ass, but I don’t need much brain power to respond to Mason.
“I love you, too,” I say. “I love both of you.”
Maybe it’s the mate bond talking. Maybe it’s not. I’m not sure, and I don’t care. This is how I feel, and I’m tired of feeling guilty about it.
Kie’s mouth meets the back of my neck. “Love isn’t a strong enough word to describe my feelings for you, but I suppose it will suffice. I love you.”
A third finger joins his other two, and once I relax, he pulls them out and lines up something thicker and warmer. Mason stills, halting so Kie can squeeze inside me. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth.
Kie takes his time, pushing inside with tiny thrusts. Mason peppers kisses along my jaw, distracting me from the slight hint of pain. I’m clutching his shoulders by the time Kie’s hips are finally flush with my ass.
“There we go,” Kie murmurs, smoothing a hand down my side.
I shift, painfully aware of how it moves them inside me. I’ve never felt so full. I’m bursting at the seams. I like it.
“I watched how you fucked yourself on Kie,” Mason admits. “I’m going to make you cum the same way.”
Kie and Mason pin me between them, then begin thrusting. They move slowly, one pulling out as the other pushes in. Both their hands are on me, sliding over every inch of my skin. It feels too good, and I can barely breathe.
“That’s my girl,” Mason whispers at the exact moment Kiesays, “You’re doing so good.”
I gasp, and they continue.
“So fucking beautiful.”
“So fucking tight.”
“I love the way you clench around my cock.”
“You’re going to make me cum.”
“Do I feel good in your ass? I love you.”
Mason grunts. “I love you more than Kie.”
Kie pauses. “It’s not a competition.”
“Yes, it is.”
My back arches, my thigh shaking where it’s wrapped around Mason. I squeeze his shoulder, my nails probably piercing the skin as I desperately drag him closer. He’s already as close as he can get, but the growing fire in my abdomen makes it impossible to think clearly.
“Please,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
The drag of their cocks is overwhelming in the best way, like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. Mason wasn’t lying when he said he watched how I rode Kie, and he figured out exactly how to move to make me cum from penetration alone. The angle is perfect, and the added pressure from Kie makes it even better.
Loud, nonsensical noises pour from my throat, and my mates continue their slow fucking until I fall apart around them. Mason grits his teeth as I cry out, clenching as I orgasm.
Kie moans. “That’s it.” He chuckles, then continues. “Look what you did to Mason.”
I slide my attention to the shifter, a smile curving my lips as I take in his current state. He’s gasping, short choppy breaths slipping from his throat as he fucks up into me.
