Page 76 of The Shattered Kingdom
He moans. “I’ve been fantasizing about touching you since I saw you in the bathhouse. I love your body. It’s so fucking…” Kie groans, at a loss for words. “It’s everything. I want to sink my teeth into you, cover you in my marks.”
I lick my lips, enjoying the idea of covering her in love bites. We spent a long time outdoors today, and I bet Abby’s skin is salty. I’m also willing to bet the skin would be easy to bruise. Humanshave weak blood vessels.
Abby’s panting. She doesn’t seem put off by Kie’s admission, and I can’t help but take a taste. I pull her thigh outward, making room for myself. Abby’s hips rock forward, my mate looking for friction, but I have other matters to attend to. I crouch, sucking the skin of her inner thigh into my mouth, fully intending to leave a dark mark behind.
Kie shifts, doing the same to her other thigh. I’m pleased we’re on the same page, and we take our time covering our mate’s inner thighs as she fruitlessly rolls and thrusts her hips, silently begging for friction we aren’t giving her.
She needs to learn patience.
Only when I’m satisfied with my work do I pull away. Abby is indeed covered in marks, ones I hope remain for several days. She will think of Kie and me every time she sees them.
“So pretty,” I murmur, lightly tracing the largest one. “This one’s my favorite.”
Abby cries, still twitching. Kie chuckles, then moves inward. He wants a taste of her cunt. I’ve tried to be polite and contain my comments about how good it is, and I’m excited he’s finally going to experience it himself.
“Is this okay?” I ask. “Is this too much?”
Has Abby been with two men at the same time? Is this new to her? It’s not a question I want an answer to, but one I’m grudgingly willing to admit would be helpful to know.
Abby nods, then shakes her head, then nods again. “This is good,” she eventually blurts out. “I want more. I want… I need to know. You two are my mates, and I need to know that—”
I quiet her with a kiss, cutting off her rambling. I know what she needs, and I don’t want her thinking of Lillian right now. We’rehermates, and I fully intend to prove that. Kie better not disappoint.
I pull off her mouth so I can look into her eyes, wanting to see her expression the moment the faerie puts his tongue on her. Abby shifts, trying to peer down at Kie, but I cup her chin and force her to look at me. I’m being rough with her, but she likes it. She’d sure let me know if she didn’t.
Abby’s pupils dilate as he runs the tip of his nose along her covered slit.
“You smell like Mason,” he says.
I smirk, pleased with the observation. I’ve worked hard to cover our mate with my scent, and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished these past few days.
There’s a tear of fabric, most definitely her underwear, and Abby’s eyes grow comically wide as Kie finally licks her. She’s so fucking beautiful.
Kie moans, and Abby’s nails dig into my forearms. My birth family may not want me, but my mate does. Even when Kie is pleasuring her, licking and sucking her sensitive skin, she holds on tome. She loves me. I know it.
“How much do you want?” I ask.
I love pleasuring my mate, but I’m eager for more. I want inside her. I want to take.
Abby’s back arches, and the column of her throat bobs as she struggles to focus on my words. I sneak a look, my lips curling as Kie sucks her clit into his mouth. I’ve never tried that and haven’t thought to, but Abby seems to enjoy it. I’ll try it next time.
“How much?” I repeat. “Do you want us to take you to my bedroom?”
She likes my room, likes that I’ve never had another woman in there. It drives Kie mad, but I don’t feel sorry for him. He’s facing the consequences of his actions, and I’m reaping the benefits. Our mate prefers my bed, and I’m not above using that to my advantage.
Abby rolls her hips, but Kie pins them to the counter. I always let her take control and ride my mouth, but Kie keeps her in place.
“My room?” I repeat.
Abby blinks, still processing my question, before giving a jerky nod.
Thank the fucking gods. I don’t know what I’d do if she turned us away. My cock is aching, and I’m desperate for release. Men are discouraged from masturbating between the time they trigger the bond and have sex with their mate, and these past several days have been the toughest of my life.
Had Abby made me wait much longer, I might have broken that unspoken rule. It’s a faerie rule, anyway. Shifter mates have no issues with self-pleasure.
Abby releases my forearms, her eyes lighting with fire as she trails a hand down my torso. I let her, excited to see where she’s going with this. It’s about time she touches my cock, and I bite back a hiss as she grabs me over the fabric of my pants.
“This is mine.”
