Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,54

his cock. I rocked and rubbed his head with my slickness, and he inhaled sharply. Just as I was about to sink on his length, Rydstrom lost control and thrust up. With one brutal thrust, he hit my depth. I gasped, my eyes rolling back, as he filled me. Incredible pleasure crashed into my nerve endings.

My ache and need for him only grew.

I glared at him, despite the shocking pleasure. The corner of his lips tugged up, making him roguishly delicious and too handsome for his own good. I pressed my palms hard on his chest.

“Don’t even think about it,” I hissed. “You’re my ride.”

“Always,” he whispered. “Use me however you want. Fuck me however you like. Take me as you see fit.”

“That’s more like it,” I said, heaving up my ass and slamming down to his base.

I rode him slowly with long glides, enjoying every second, then I went faster and faster, rocking and rubbing him brutally, the tip of his hard head stroking all the right places inside me.

He watched me, his midnight sapphire eyes darkening and darting from my face that was twisted by vengeful lust to my pussy that glided up and down his massive shaft. His cock was granite hard yet silky, fabulous for such a wild ride.

I shifted my position. Now I squatted instead of sitting on him and fucked him with short, rapid moves. He hissed, desperately wanting to thrust into me, as he’d done before. After all, the Night King was an ultimate alpha male, but I pressed a hand on his chest to remind him who was in charge.

I knew it was hard for him to just let me use him, but we had an agreement. Yet during the interlude when I wasn’t riding him too violently, when I arched my back and threw my head back to moan and enjoy the fill of his hardness in me, I let him rock his hips and drive deep into me.

Then his fun was over and mine started again.

I rode him with moans of abandon and a savage grin as he watched my pussy swallow his full, hard length. His chest rumbled with a beast-like sound, full of raw male need, as he was ready to pounce.

He wanted to fuck me in his Fae way, but not yet.

I withdrew, my slick folds barely touching the blunt head of his shaft. My hand held the base of his cock, pumping it mercilessly, before I aimed it at my needy entrance again. I sank deep until my warm sheath devoured his full length once again.

His large, powerful hands fondled my breasts roughly as he bucked his hips to thrust brutally into me. I slammed down at the same time, fucking him relentlessly as I increased my tempo. The walls of my greedy cunt clenched his cock, milking it with my own kind of brutality.

His cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside me, making me feel incredibly good. I moaned and groaned, grinding myself against him wildly to increase the friction of flesh banging flesh. The sound and smell of thick sex charged the room. I accelerated the pace, pleased and shocked with my inhuman speed and strength.

“My little savage mate,” he hissed approvingly while his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

The mating call intensified, raging in my veins, making my blood boil and my heart ache for the Night King. Then I heard the same song roaring in him like the firestorm. The primal, predatory part of me swirled alive with dominant need to make him mine, completely mine.

A new power arose in me and poured into him like a galaxy wind. Before I could stop it, the windstorm exploded in us. Then I was riding him like a hurricane, watching pain and maximum pleasure twist his handsome face.

He snarled. The Night King’s face morphed into a beast’s, exactly like the stone gargoyle that guarded the door of Claws, Fangs, and Fiends.

A pair of black wings whooshed out of his back, violet hues dusting their feather tips. He was the gargoyle, King of the Nightmares.

A pleased and relieved look flitted by his monstrous face as he saw that I wasn’t even slightly afraid of his other form, but transfixed by his magnificent gargoyle. Pure, animalistic lust took shape again and dominated his features.

My blood sang in a fever song.

King of the Nightmare Court or not, he was mine.

The mating heat roared in me viciously, and I rode the Night King raw and hard. I had never fucked