Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,24
one of you will have to do it. One of you has to be the inside man.”
I glared at the Night King for trying to throw the other kings under the bus. He only smiled at me before his predatory gaze fixed on Baron and Rowan. They stared back at him, equally predatory and menacing.
“We don’t need to decide today, kings, but we’ll have to make up our minds soon.” Rydstrom eased back on his chair, taking a sip of his wine, and changed the subject. “My knights also said the troll and the darkfae army suddenly fled, even though they weren’t losing. What do you think caused that?”
My heart stuttered. Rowan and Baron paused and mused, also drinking the wine brought by Rydstrom.
“The horde fled the battlefield after wounding Evie,” Rowan said, hard ice in his eyes and frost on his lips, which made me want to lick him and comfort him. “We didn’t pursue them. I wanted to cut down every last one of them, but it wasn’t wise to hunt while Evie was hurt.”
Rydstrom’s gaze sharpened, a murderous light ablaze in his eyes. He rose from his seat, ready to come check on me.
“I healed her already,” Baron said, waving Rydstrom back.
“It’s strange they just fled.” Rydstrom studied me. “That’s not the typical behavior of the darkfae, let alone a troll.”
Baron and Rowan nodded solemnly. They had no idea that the horde had fled after they’d smelled my blood. Somehow, the scent of my blood did something to them; it was as if they feared what it would do to them. But I wouldn’t reveal that to the Fae kings. I’d been called the dark one several times by the assassins. I hadn’t confronted the part of my Fae heritage, and I had no clue of my other half either. Even the Fae kings admitted that they couldn’t put a finger on it. What if the other half of my heritage was nothing but horror?
Some secrets are best buried forever. And I had a dark feeling that my parents had moved us around the world to throw hunters off my trail, not just because I was the lost heir to the Dawn Court, but also something to do with my other heritage.
I held the kings’ gazes. I needed to distract them from dwelling on the possibility of my unspeakable dark secret.
“We lost many warriors,” I said with a heavy heart, the sorrow that I hadn’t had time to process starting to crash down on me. So many knights died protecting me. I wondered how many more would have to die safeguarding me.
I must get stronger fast so I could protect them instead of being a liability. And if mating with the kings was the fast lane to reach my potential power, I should agree to Rydstrom’s Fae claiming proposal.
The air seemed heated as my mind wandered to mating. The Fae king’s mixed scents of pheromones, night mystery, hard ice, glorious sunlight, and their raw needs hit my nostrils, driving me half-mad while caressing and cuddling me like nothing I’d experienced.
Maybe this fated mate thing wasn’t a mere myth. There was no other reason that could explain this insane chemistry between us.
“Perhaps we should reconsider our approach,” Rydstrom said, his eyes dark and bright at once as desire and regret warred inside them. “Our mate can’t be pushed around. She’s her own woman, as she said. Even though we’re obviously running out of time, we’ll have to play by her rules, if we ever hope to claim her as ours.”
“Just out of curiosity,” I asked huskily, struggling not to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs to ease the ache there. “What’s your mating ritual like?”
The heat in the Fae kings’ eyes flared like a sun storm, and the new rush of carnal heat from them swamped my already molten channel. The tender flesh between my thighs warmed so quickly that I discreetly checked if my panties had melted off.
“For our mate, we provide, protect, and claim,” Rowan said, icy fire dancing with lust in his hooded eyes. “We—”
“We’ll fuck you to your greatest satisfaction,” Baron said. “You won’t meet any male who possesses the same prowess in bed like us. You won’t be able to help but express your pleasure and ecstasy like no other woman has experienced—that is to be fucked and cherished by the three most powerful Fae kings.”
I arched an eyebrow, though my face burned furiously. “Humble much?”
Rydstrom chuckled. The kings seemed to get