Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,2
could retort, he slanted his mouth over mine.
Warm sunbeams instantly filled my being, and I sighed blissfully.
His soft lips moved on mine, sensual and exciting. I’d secretly pictured how he’d kiss me. My fantasy paled in comparison to this intoxicating caress. The Summer King savored me slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.
Then his kiss turned forceful and aggressive as I received him passively—I was still in shock. The tip of his tongue thrust between my lips, urging me to open for him.
Who was I to deny him when he tasted so good?
Before my lips parted further, his tongue pushed in and swept over mine. Pleasure rocked my nerve endings in spades, and I forgot to protest him dominating me.
A needy moan and a whimper escaped my throat. My knees went wobbly, but Baron had caught me, pressing me against his large, hard torso. His erection pricked against my belly, and I loved the feel of his hardness, which spelled how much he desired me.
His amber eyes scorched to molten gold, his predatory lust exciting me. A haze of heat filled my mind. I wanted him with every fiber, my primal instincts urging me to surrender.
His tongue thrust in my mouth again, and my pussy lit on fire. The mating call had risen. If I succumbed to it, there’d be only pleasure and bliss.
I moaned his name as I tightened my arms around his neck and stretched my body against his hard length, sending him an urgent mating signal. I’d go down on all fours and let him mount me right here, rut me from behind like a wild animal.
A primal, rough groan tore from Baron’s throat. Our lust fueled each other, spiking higher and higher. It was getting out of control and I had not a care in the world.
The Summer King’s large, powerful hand anchored the back of my head, his other hand moving down to my butt cheek. I approved wholeheartedly. My pussy clenched in aching need, waiting for Baron’s hand to stroke it and play with it. The dirtier the better.
The edge of my consciousness registered that an icy wind roared somewhere, right before its hard wave whipped into Baron with a violent force. Baron stumbled back, his eyes wild and furious, as the force tore him away from me. Instantly, Baron’s summer magic rippled out to shield me, but there was no need. Rowan’s ice magic had already surrounded me like a guard dog.
Baron bellowed, sun heat blasting out of him to batter at the icy storm attacking him.
The Winter King arrived with his wind, planting himself between Baron and me. The surrounding mountains shook as the two kings’ opposite elements wrestled each other. Thunder boomed across the horizon.
The haze of lust in my mind cleared a little at the rising danger.
“Stop it!” I shouted. “Not this shit again. You won’t drag me into another damn vortex!” I shuddered at the memory of the agony that had threatened to shatter my bones while I flailed in the eye of the vortex the three Fae kings had created by battling each other at Claws, Fangs, and Fiends.
Baron and Rowan leashed their magic at my shriek. The mountains stilled a moment later, the thunder faded, yet the air was still charged with unnerving electricity and thick testosterone.
“What the fuck, Rowan?” Baron snarled, but he no longer looked unhinged and violent, which was a good thing. “I wasn’t done kissing my mate! You have no right to interfere.”
“I have every right.” Rowan hissed out a trail of icy steam. “It’d gone beyond kissing. You were trying to mark and mate her, and you caged my future queen.”
I blinked at him. I hadn’t felt caged. I’d felt damn good. The Fae kings were just infuriating, and I couldn’t even enjoy a kiss in peace. Yet part of me was thankful that killjoy had interrupted us. My body was ripe for all the Fae kings, but I wasn’t ready emotionally. I shouldn’t entangle with them like that while I had younger siblings to protect.
“It was agreed that Evie would receive a kiss from each of us, not get fucked by you because you have a hard time keeping your dick in your trousers,” Rowan spat. “If we are to survive this new partnership between the three of us, we have to play by the rules, or we’ll destroy each other before she bonds with us all. We’ll follow the etiquette of equal shares, and there’ll be