Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,33

brutally, embedding deeply, then pulled back again to my slick folds before penetrating through them again and again.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh when his balls hit my base was so erotic that it burned every shred of reservation and sanity I might still possess.

He was a Fae gentleman in dress and a wild beast in nudity.

I moaned loudly. I didn’t mind his beast side at all.

“Scream my name, little mate,” he ordered.

My kings kept forgetting I didn’t meekly obey. “Mind your tone, Fairy boy,” I challenged.

He bared his fangs, which only thrilled me while I held an ounce of healthy fear.

He drove into me with blunt force and incredible strength, unleashing his beast again. His shaft grew larger and harder inside me, filling me and stretching me to the limit.

I’d survive.

I enjoyed the challenge.

But then, a scream tore through the depth of my throat at the hard waves of pleasure as I watched him pound between my thighs in fascination and heat. We both felt even more electrified watching ourselves screw like this.

“I’ll forever fuck this lovely pussy,” he said. “I’ll never let you go, my mate.”

His ice magic infused into me, feeding me with pure energy. I blinked, my eyes glazing over with delicious drunkenness. Rowan was keeping his promise as my provider—the high of dating and mating a Fae king.

A riot of color burst around me, and every sound intensified. Another worldly, enchanting melody vibrated in the air.

His scent of ice and pine, along with something new that reminded me of singed air after a lightning strike, stirred in the air and enveloped me.

The Winter King was marking me as his.

I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to. I wanted to be his woman, whether I was ready or not.

That moment I decided. I’d move forward with Rowan and see where life would take me on this new adventure. Life was a gamble, and for the first time, I let go and trusted my lucky star.

The mating call hammered me mercilessly, and I finally answered it. It felt right.

Rowan growled. He drove into me repetitively with brutal vigor, his long and hard thrusts mixed with short, rapid thrusts. Pleasure blasted through me, lighting me up. When he delivered another sequence of merciless hard thrusts, fireworks in my middle erupted. Yet he kept going, forcing me to explode around his cock wave after wave.

I screamed his name, my fingernails sinking into the flexed muscles of his back, and the Winter King roared viciously and in male satisfaction as he emptied inside me.

I writhed beneath him, panting, and still, he kept going relentlessly. No human male had that kind of prowess and stamina.

I parted my lips, a sheen of sweat coating my skin, my lust rekindled and spiked.

“Will you ever stop?” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his back, feeling his taut muscles as he moved vehemently above me.

“Only when you can’t take it anymore,” he said, kissing my lips, wild heat saturating his steel blue eyes. He thrust deep into me. “Fae kings are the most powerful beings in all the realms. We fuck more brutally than a stallion. Brace yourself, woman.”

“Speak for yourself,” I said, savage strength and wild need thrumming in me, and I rammed my hips up toward him.

Pleasure ripped through me like shock waves, then a blazing cord of light appeared, threading between our chests before disappearing with a snap. Instantly, I felt an invisible, electric connection ripple between us.

“What’s that?” I whispered.

Rowan pulled out his large shaft, whipped me around, and thrust into my aching heat from behind. His male satisfaction, brutality, and pure possessiveness radiated like an Arctic sun.

“Mating bond,” he whispered in my ear, his torso slick against my back. “You’re mine, now and forever, my mate. And our bond will never break, no matter what.”

Vertigo swept through me as he picked up speed and pounded into me again and again. His ice magic coursed in my bloodstream, roaring that I belonged to him.

Chapter 10

We linked hands, beaming in our wondrous mood, and glided through the rooftop courtyard toward the grand hall.

Ice coated everything. Vines and blossoms crawled over the outer bailey of the castle. A statue of an ice wolf—the symbol of the Winter King’s beast—guarded the entrance of the hall.

“Are you hungry, love?” Rowan asked fondly.

It seemed a bit too early in our relationship to call me “love,” but I didn’t correct him. It might not mean anything for a Fae