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She’s looking for confirmation. I’m more than happy to give it. I’ve been waiting for the day she claims me. I’ve never belonged to somebody, and I’ve always wanted it.
“Yes,” I say. “It’s all yours.”
Kie nudges me aside, always so impatient, and carries Abby to my bedroom. She wraps her legs around his waist, happily letting him carry her over the destroyed furniture. I’ve had several intimate moments with Abby, but this is Kie’s first.
I have half a mind to leave them alone, to let them have this moment to connect without me, but then I decide I don’t want to and follow behind them. Abby’s my mate, and Kie can’t hoard her.
Kie already has her fully naked in my bed when I step into the room, and she lies on the center of the mattress watching him undress. I begin removing my clothing, too, and poor Abby growspanicked. She doesn’t know who to look at, and her gaze whips back and forth between us.
She looks close to fainting when we’re both finally naked. She’s nervous. She’s never taken two men before. The realization has me shaking, struggling to hold back the urge to crawl over her and take what the gods have promised is mine.
Abby is mine. My woman.Mymate.
“Who do you want inside you?” I ask.
I’d love to fuck her at the same time as Kie, both of us filling her, but I don’t want to overwhelm her. I’ve done some research on human men, and they’re smaller than we are. Abby’s no virgin—it’s a fact she’s made a pointed effort to inform me of—but I refuse to hurt her.
“I have to decide?” Abby drags her fingers through her hair. My poor human is stressed, unsure which one of us to choose.
I fist my cock, drawing attention to it, before kneeling on the edge of the bed. I want her to pick me. I want it so fucking badly, and when her attention shifts momentarily to Kie, I realize I need to decide for her.
Abby needs my cock inside her. It’s evident by her heavy breathing and needy little pants. It would be cruel to continue denying her.
I spread her thighs, making room for myself. It’s about time I fuck my mate.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
ABBY
MASON’S FRANTIC. I share the emotion.
I need them to fuck me, and I need it to be so good that it leaves no doubt that we’re meant to be together. I need to know that Zaha didn’t make a mistake or this isn’t another one of Callie’s tricks.
I still can’t wrap my head around her being alive.
Mason creeps his way between my thighs, the shifter surprisingly agile. I can’t help but gawk, my mind running a million miles a minute as my gaze darts toward the giant man crawling over me and the quiet one standing at the edge of the bed.
I expect Kie to be upset with Mason’s intrusion, but he doesn’t look the least bit bothered. If anything, he seems to find the entire situation humorous. His lips are curled into a sly smile, and his violet eyes are looking me over in a way that feels more predatory than it has any business being.
Mason’s cock presses against my inner thigh, so close to where I want it. I’m relieved he didn’t make me pick between them. I wouldn’t have been able to choose. I want them both.
Kie walks around the side of the bed, his fingers trailing along the bedsheets. His muscular arms are taunting me, begging me toreach out and touch, but I have a feeling Mason will lose his mind if I make any moves for the faerie.
The shifter is possessive, and he’s made it obvious he wants me first. Kie must’ve suspected this would happen. Kie’s the well-trained dog who waits patiently for his bone. Mason is the puppy who gets too excited and snaps it out of the owner’s hand.
The thought has me giggling, which captures the attention of both men. They look equally offended, glancing between one another with matching frowns.
“What’s so funny?” Mason asks.
He sits back on his knees, staring down at me. It’s hard not to look between his thighs. I’ve seen his cock a few times now, and I’m nervous to take it inside me. I have half a mind to tell him and Kie to use one of the many condoms in the guest room nightstand, but I don’t. I’m on birth control, and I’m selfishly excited to be the first woman either man is bare inside of.
“What’s so funny, Abby?” Kie repeats Mason’s question.
I smile. “I just wasn’t expecting Mason to be so excited.”
I expect the shifter to return with a snarky response, but he gives a halfhearted shrug instead. “You’re my mate. Of course I’m excited.”
He’s lining himself up and pushing inside me a second later, filling me with a low, drawn-out moan. I have no words, and I grab helplessly at his arms and neck as my body stretches around him.
