Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,3

no favoritism under any circumstance.”

So he was policing a kiss? I bit my swollen lip. All the grief they gave me!

“You’re just jealous, ice boy,” Baron sneered. “Can’t stand watching how hot my Evie is for me, can you?”

Now I glared at both kings.

“My turn to kiss my mate,” Rowan said, haughtily ignoring Baron, and grabbed me to him.

Before I could shove him away and tell him I wasn’t an object to be passed around, I was spinning in midair. Rowan’s intoxicating scent of frozen forest, powerful male, and pine wrapped around me as he held me in his iron grip and caring embrace. The fight went out of me.

My legs clamped around his waist so I wouldn’t fall by accident.

“I’ll never let you fall, Evie,” he whispered in my ear, his icy breath sending tingles all over my body, cooling and arousing me at the same time.

We touched down on the other edge of the courtyard, far away from Baron, who still glared at Rowan, and far away from Rydstrom, who casually leaned against the wooden rail in front of his cabin like a mighty Night god. He’d been watching the drama between the two kings with a lazy, dismissive expression.

Rowan held my bottom with his solid palm. I could tell that he liked my legs sneaking around him. Icy heat burned through his steel blue eyes as he gazed down at me. Then, without a word, he crushed his lips onto mine.

He wasn’t gentle. His touch was demanding and hungry, as if he’d been waiting for this kiss for too long, and now when he had it, he could no longer hold back his blunt force. But I liked his bruising desire just fine.

Icy fire lit in my veins as his winter magic poured into me. I moaned, wanting more of him, all of him. It surprised me that my need for them was so raw, so primitive, and so fierce. Maybe they were right about me being their mate.

Rowan’s kiss deepened, his icy flame searing me, so intense I was afraid I might either burn or melt. He pulled me tightly against him, reducing any phantom space between us. I made a needy noise and opened my mouth for him, eager to taste him thoroughly.

Then he was ripped from me.

Sun fire and ice storm crashed again, and Baron rode a sunbeam and settled between his half-brother and me.

“As you said, a kiss is a kiss, Rowan,” Baron said, wearing a smug, vindictive smirk on the corners of his curvy lips. “We don’t go beyond it.”

Rowan hissed a steam of icy fog. He looked like a kid whose favorite candy had been taken away.

Then I was whisked away from both kings.

A pair of magnificent, obsidian wings glided on the wind before beating against the endless, pale blue sky. Rydstrom’s arms held me tight as he flew higher, the mountains dropping away from us.

“Ryds,” I gasped. “Where are you taking me? I don’t like heights.”

“Focus on me and don’t look down,” he purred. “You’re forever safe with me, Eve. I had to get you away from the two brutes and claim my kiss in peace.”

My face warmed. “You already had a kiss the other day.”

He smiled. “Was it good for you?”

“Above average.”

He laughed. “Then let me try again until you’re fully satisfied.”

My blood heated, despite the chilly wind whipping around us, my throat parched with desire.

“Well,” I offered. “If you can help return me to my human look, I guess I can tolerate one more kiss.”

The Night King chuckled in dark amusement. Then his lips sealed to mine.

It was nowhere near bruising and brutal—not as I expected, not like the first kiss he gave me in his office of steel and glass. The Night King’s second kiss was feather-light and tender like a poem.

Yet, the liquid fire that had been stoked by Baron and Rowan leapt higher between my thighs, burning through my soaked panties. After three hot, arousing kisses from the most powerful, gorgeous males walking the earth, I no longer knew how to handle this pent-up carnal need.

So, I let it go. I let myself free fall in the pleasure, damn the consequences.

I wanted the Fae kings to fuck me. I wanted them to thrust their mighty cocks into my molten core and claim me over and over.

“Ryds?” I whimpered.

Rowan and Baron’s enraged roars answered, punching the mountain air with their harsh, elemental powers. They’d ride the wind, combine their forces, and battle Rydstrom if this kiss