Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,52

I said coldly, waving the barrel of the rifle at him to dismiss him. “And you should keep in mind it’s not a good idea to make an enemy out of me.”

The demon smirked and leaned away from the door. The next breath, he dropped his sardonic smile, his eyes turning to dark slits. His horns started protruding from the sides of his head, a wisp of smoke swirling around them.

I stiffened as I sensed the potent power of the Night King tearing the fabric of the universe. The Fae kings forever acted as if they owned the air of any space they occupied. Consciously or not, their dominant powers couldn’t help but make a brash statement every single time.

I snapped my attention to Asmodeus. The last thing I wanted was for Rydstrom to catch me with an archdemon in my bedroom in the middle of the night. Before I hissed and ordered the demon to depart right away, he let out a low, soft chuckle.

“The King of the Nightmare Court possesses that title for a reason,” he said. “Watch out for yourself, princess. We’ll continue this conversation soon; you know how to properly summon my kind.”

Asmodeus turned to a small vortex of smoke and sank into the ground.

Chapter 17

Barefoot, I rushed downstairs in my long T-shirt. I’d invite Rydstrom into the common room, so he wouldn’t detect that an archdemon had visited me in my bedroom a few moments ago.

When I pulled open the door, the Night King was checking in with Drake and giving orders to a few of his knights under the lemon tree. Even though his voice was hushed and low, my heart fluttered like a honeybee’s wings. His sapphire eyes snapped to me standing at the doorway, and his heated gaze traced over my body, caressing me in a slow-burn way.

His raven hair was pulled back behind the nape and shone in the moonlight. His sharp features appeared even more predatory while remaining gorgeous. His sinful lips tilted up in a sensual smile, and I mulled over how they would taste on my mouth.

The darkly dangerous king peeled away from his knights and stalked toward me, his taut chest muscles stretched and flexed beneath his dress shirt. My eyes greedily followed his every move, fixing on his powerful legs before returning to his arresting face.

“I thought you were already asleep, Eve,” he whispered, closer to me now.

“I need to talk to you, Ryds.”

We needed to discuss my siblings’ safety, the Pestilence that had spread to the human world, and the Dawn Queen and her lethal games. Rydstrom, Baron, and their teams would have to let me in on their every plan. I had to play in the big league now.

He stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. I shivered, not sure if it was caused by his presence, the cold, or an aftereffect of the archdemon’s visit.

Magnetic electricity charged between us, and my every cell swirled alive.

“Eve,” he murmured, feeling the same pull.

I wanted to apologize for leaving him behind to face a beast horde in the frozen forest, but a thousand words stuck in my throat. So, I just gazed up at him, saying nothing while my body burned for him.

“Eve,” he whispered my name again and pulled me into his arms, his scent of muscular male, midnight mystery, and harsh wind wrapping around me. I threw my arms around his neck and stretched my body against the contours of his hard torso, wanting to banish the rest of the space between us.

My former determination to stay away from the Fae kings had vanished, the concept flickering at the edge of my mind like a faint memory.

Rydstrom crushed his mouth onto mine.

And then, I didn’t know exactly what happened. Suddenly I was leading him toward the basement, where he’d once fucked me in the fantasy realm, where he’d pinned me between his strong arm and hard body, not allowing me to see who he was while he thrust into me wildly.

This time, I would fuck him, and he’d remember every minute of it for a very long time.

I kissed him back with a bruising force and the Fae king let me lead, our passion rising to a fever pitch.

In no time, I pulled him down on the cot and tore off his clothes while he removed my T-shirt. I gazed at his perfect, nude male body—broad shoulders, cut chest, tight six-pack, and powerful legs. My gaze was glued to his massive,