Page 96 of The Shattered Kingdom
His wandering hands are distracting, and it takes me a second to answer. “Yes,” I admit. “I’m nervous, but I want people to know who I am to you.”
Kie kisses my temple, his fingers trailing between my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m rarely afforded the opportunity to be alone with you.Mason is incessant.” Kie shrugs. “I’m taking advantage.”
My skin is on fire. I blame the mate bond. It draws me to Kie and Mason, turning me into putty whenever they look in my direction.
I spread my legs, inviting Kie to continue.
“Do you like it when I take control?” he asks.
Yes. No. I don’t know. Why does it matter?
It’s hard to think when he’s ghosting the tips of his fingers over my slit, teasing me with the promise of his touch. I spread my legs further, but he doesn’t take the bait. It’s frustrating. Mason would’ve been inside me the moment I spread my legs. He would’ve had me bent over within seconds.
“Do you like it?” he repeats.
I groan. “Why?”
Kie circles my clit, his lips curling where they press against my temple. “Abby…” He’s taunting me. “Tell me or I’ll stop and call the diction coach back inside.”
I panic. “Yes! I like it.”
Kie hums, pushing my underwear aside and slipping a finger inside me. He’s gentle, moving slowly. I’m still sore from last night, and he seems to sense that as he presses his palm against my clit. I’ve never particularly enjoyed being fingered, but it’s good with Kie. Mason, too. They know what pace to go and what pressure to use.
“Take out my cock,” Kie orders.
My hands shake as I reach behind myself, scrambling to find his zipper and undo his pants. Mason’s going to be pissed when he realizes what Kie and I did while he was babysitting my family. I’m excited.
Kie’s already hard, and he hisses as I finally get a hand wrapped around him. Despite his calm exterior, he’s aching for me. His length tells me everything he doesn’t.
“Bend forward.” I do as instructed, bending at the waist. Kie pulls his finger out. “Good. Put me inside you.”
He bends his knees, lowering himself, and I guide him toward my entrance. It takes a bit of maneuvering, and I quickly realize this angle isn’t going to work. I’m a little too short, and Kie’s a little too tall.
“Shit.” Kie huffs, pulling me toward the couch. “Don’t tell Mason about that.”
Kie sits, pulling me down with him. My back presses against his chest, and I lean against him before continuing. We both sigh when he finally slips inside. Kie’s thick, and it takes a second to adjust to the stretch.
“Fuck,” Kie groans. “I want to be inside you always.”
He tightens his grip on my hips, silently urging me to rock. I’m more than happy to, desperate for the pleasure his touch brings. The pressure is building with every drag of his cock, and I know it won’t take long to cum. I suspect it never will with Kie.
“You’re mine,” I say. “This is mine.”
Kie twitches underneath me. “I’m all yours. Always yours.” He gasps. “Always yours.”
My thighs are shaking, and I grab Kie’s arms as my pleasure peaks. My orgasm hits me like a train, and I let out a silent scream as I come undone. Kie takes over, and low, filthy moans pour from his throat as he thrusts deep into me and stills, finding his release.
Kie drops his forehead against my back. “Mason’s going to be pissed.”
I shrug. “He’ll be fine.”
Mason’s grouchy and possessive, but I don’t honestly think he’ll mind. He’s always known he’d share a mate with Kie, and he doesn’t seem particularly jealous of the faerie. I think, especially as our relationship grows and sex begins to feel a bit less novel, he won’t bat an eye when I enter a room smelling ofKie.
“Put your hand out,” Kie orders. “Palm up.”
