Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,32

teeth joined to savor my flesh. Pure bliss radiated through me, and my back arched at the sensation. Then Rowan had his hand in my panties, tracing toward the needy, hot flesh between my thighs.

I inhaled his intoxicating scent, my eyes widening at his icy beauty, my heart pounding in anticipation. His powerful hand reached my peak, brushed it roughly before palming my pussy.

“Yes,” I moaned breathlessly.

“Like how I touch you there, mate?” he asked huskily.

I moaned again to confirm it, and he thrust a finger into my wet heat. I gasped as pleasure rippled to my nerve endings. He thrust his finger into me again.

“You’re so tight, woman,” he said, his voice straining. “I love how your tight silkiness wraps around my finger. I want it to be around my cock.”

“Fuck me,” I whimpered shamelessly.

I could no longer care about my image or the consequences of our mating. I wanted to fuck him brutally. I wanted him to fuck me with an equally brutal force. The mating heat burned like the surface of the sun, and only the Winter King could ease the ache between my thighs and cool the flame. He didn’t seem to fare any better. He breathed hard, and his handsome face twisted like a beast under the total control of a mating drive.

He withdrew his finger swiftly and traced his lips greedily down my belly. Then his teeth—no, fangs. His fangs tore apart my panties before his tongue found my sensitive clit and lapped at it in great enjoyment. My legs jerked at the sensation, my hands grabbing his silver hair to pull him down and keep him there.

The Winter King pleasured me. He was an excellent, skilled lover who knew exactly how to make a woman purr. I wondered how many women he’d fucked in two centuries, then my brain short-circuited for a second as unexpected jealousy rammed into my chest.

I inhaled sharply to control my riot of emotions. The past didn’t matter. Rowan was with me now.

He was mine.

The king lowered his silver head, and his broad tongue brushed open my folds, thrusting in to taste me. I moaned fervently.

“You taste like nectar,” he murmured in a daze. “I need you, Evie. I can’t hold back anymore.”

The next moment, his cape, shirt, and trousers disappeared. His cock, hard like steel wrapped in silk, sprang free. I stared at it, mesmerized by its beauty and hardness, and my throat burned with want.

I reached for its thick crown, but he pushed my hand away.

“Play later,” he hissed. “I’ve waited too long to take you. I’m more of a beast than a man right now. And you only have yourself to blame, little mate.”

He fit his hard body against me, and my legs parted widely for him. He aimed the hard crown of his cock at my entrance, and with a powerful thrust, he embedded halfway into my tight channel.

I gasped as pain rushed over me, even though I was slick with desire. “You’re too big for me,” I cried.

“You can take my cock,” he said. “You’re made for me.” He rocked his hips slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

All the Fae kings kept saying that. Utter male arrogance. I almost protested again, but the Winter King’s ice magic poured into me. Frost lit every nerve ending with cold fire, and the pain washed away with intense pleasure.

He thrust into my depth and didn’t slow. Of the three kings, Rowan had the steadiest poise of a Fae gentleman. But he wasn’t gentle now. He fucked me like a beast, his wolf peeking at me through his darkened blue eyes that flashed with specks of gold and silver.

He thrust into me hard and fast, each stroke more dominating and possessive than the last.

I’d never experienced such rough sex before, and I enjoyed it more than I should have. I propelled my hips up to meet his every plunge, slamming into him, and the Winter King groaned approvingly, his face savage.

As he kept pounding between my thighs relentlessly, relishing me, every cell in my body awoke, fireworks exploding inside me. He thrust harder into me, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my entire being.

I could die from this brutal pleasure, and I wanted more.

Rowan lifted his body and pulled back, the thick crown of his cock now pricking against my entrance.

“Watch how I fuck you, woman,” he commanded.

He heaved my head up and let me watch our joining. His cock plunged back into me