Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,5

me, and lust returned in double doses, roaring in my bloodstream.

The kings had gotten their way and manipulated three kisses out of me, but I didn’t regret an iota of it. After all, their kisses were the heavenly flame that had lit my every dormant cell on fire.

Chapter 2

“Was the warm-up enough, Lady Evie?” Baron asked, arrogant amusement twinkling in his amber eyes, and I tried not to let my gaze linger on his curvy lips. Thinking of his lips like that would do me no good, which I knew from personal experience.

“Are you here to seduce or train me?” I asked back, quirking an eyebrow while staring hard at him. His smile grew wider, displaying a cute dimple. I shook my head and turned to punch the sandbag hanging in the middle of the underground training hall beneath Claws, Fangs, and Fiends.

Today was the Summer King’s turn to train me in combat, magic, and court politics, and he had used this privilege to banish everyone from the floor so he could have alone time with me.

Rowan grunted his displeasure, but the three kings had ceded that my trainer of the day called the shots. The restricted underground, previously accessed only by Rydstrom and his elite knights, was now open to Rowan, Baron, and me as well.

Baron met my glare with an incandescent smile that he knew perfectly well would always make my heart stutter and my stomach tighten like piano wire.

“I excel at both, love,” he purred. “I enjoy feeling you up while instructing you to be a better fighter.”

I rolled my eyes at his shameless flirting and brought up a leg to kick the sandbag toward him. “If you’re incapable of taking your role seriously, perhaps we should get Rowan or—”

Suddenly, Baron’s fist slammed toward my face.

I ducked instinctively. He unfurled his fist and battered his palm on my shoulder, whirling me around with the force of storm wind. I wobbled, struggling to get my feet under me and launch my own attack. Before I knew it, he’d snaked his arms around me, smacking my back against his hard chest. He laughed, his breath on the point of my ear sending a sensual tingle down my spine.

The Summer King had a penchant for blending his assault with seduction. But I was here to train.

I threw back my head, trying to stun him with a head-butt, but he ducked his face to the side, faster than a flash. I wasn’t slow either. I twisted in his hold so I could throw my elbow into his stomach or groin.

He let me go before I could damage his family jewels, winking approvingly at my quick reflexes. Warmth flooded my core at the heat in his bedroom eyes. Baron had grown on me, and increasingly his opinion of me mattered.

The air crackled with our mutual attraction. For a second, I regretted stepping away from him. I should have just let him pin me against his muscled chest, played the damsel for a little while, enjoyed him a little more, or even rubbed my shapely ass against his massive erection, before I elbowed him.

“My darling Evie, I’m very serious,” he said. “And I assure you that I’m a thoughtful man. I think of you all the time—I fantasize about kissing your soft lips again, having your breast in my mouth, and feasting on your—”

I wheeled and swept my boot toward his cheek, intending to roundhouse-kick the smug smirk off his handsome face. He didn’t sidestep though. Instead, he raised his corded forearm and parried my kick as if it were no more forceful than a water balloon.

Hitting his arm felt like slamming my heel into a boulder. I dropped back into a ready stance and glared at him as my foot ached.

“Must you always be such a hard ass?” I hissed. “Just let me kick you in the throat.”

He smirked. “You’ll only complain more.”

The nerve he had!

“You don’t know me very well,” I shouted at him.

“I know you more than you think, Evie darling. The way to beat a bigger, stronger opponent—”

The Fae kings loved to listen to their own enchanting, sexy voices, but I wasn’t going to wait for another sermon since Rowan had tried to drill the same concept into my skull over and over the other day.

I was fed up with their advantages over me.

I zoomed toward Baron and appeared behind him, aiming to kick his kneecap and force him to drop to his knees. Who wouldn’t love to put