Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,55

anyone like that, and judging from the mixed pain and intense pleasure etched on his face, I’d bet that he’d been never fucked like this, either.

“Are you going to beg, Night King?” I purred hoarsely. “If you beg nicely, I’ll go easy on you.”

“Woman,” he hissed. “Fuck me again. Like it’s your first and last.”

“I can arrange that.” I grinned. “But what can you offer me, fairy?”

A primal, feral growl rumbled through his chest, and his cock grew larger and harder inside me, stretching me to my limit. I stopped moving and whimpered, afraid of him impaling me.

“Ryds?” I pleaded. Perhaps I shouldn’t play so roughly with the King of the Nightmares.

“You’re my mate. You’re made for me as I’m made for you,” he said. “You can take me in any form, any shape, and any size.”

Easy for him to say, but the next second, my body had remolded around him and accommodated his massive size. The feel of being filled, dominated, and cherished was like reaching the forbidden stars.

I let out a content, if ragged, breath as I lifted my hips, rocking around his cock, and slammed back to his base.

Our flesh was locked so tightly and seamlessly. For a moment, I was afraid I couldn’t fuck him the way I wanted again.

His face morphed back to the devastatingly gorgeous Night King’s, though he growled constantly like a beast at our shared pleasure and the ruthless way I fucked him.

“Your flame burns in my blood like a divine song, mate,” he growled. “From now on, your pussy will be the only thing that ever gets to fuck me.”

Then he thrust up into me again and again with blazing passion and blunt force, and wildfire erupted inside me.

I trembled in shattering pleasure. The pain and humiliation caused by the Winter King’s betrayal evaporated and erased. Rydstrom’s scent enveloped me like eternal starlight.

My pussy milked his cock brutally, and the Night King lost control again. He roared and emptied himself into me. When I shoved my fist toward his mouth to muffle his sound of passion and prevent him from waking up my siblings, he chuckled darkly and grabbed my wrist.

“I put a sound barrier around us,” he said as he kept thrusting into me relentlessly and enjoyed himself tremendously.

While I exploded around his cock again, the house swayed at the onslaught of his night power. It took a full minute for the windows to stop rattling.

A translucent thread snapped in place and coiled between us, burning brightly, weaving fantasy and nightmares alike.

Rydstrom stared at me in awe, and I blinked in a stupor.

“You’ve just marked the Night King, little mate.” He smiled. “We’re now bonded for eternity.”

Chapter 18

“Evelina Greene?” Detective Dallas’s voice sounded urgent and shaky over the phone.

My heart skipped a beat, and I wiped the last bit of sleep off my eyelids. He’d been radio silent over my parents’ case and I had stopped calling him after the Fae kings started searching for my parents.

I hadn’t expected the LAPD detective to contact me out of the blue. I rolled off the cot and threw on the T-shirt Rydstrom had removed from me last night.

While Dallas murmured something, last night’s scene flooded back to me. I’d fucked Rydstrom nearly the whole night like a feline in heat. I’d claimed him, which I hadn’t known was even possible, but my power imprinted him.

He was mine.

My throat moved in thick emotion.

The alpha Fae had smirked and held me against his warm body for the rest of the night. I ran a hand over the space next to where I’d slept. The spot hadn’t gone cold, which meant Rydstrom left not long before I woke up.

The Night King had spent the night with me in my humble house.

He’d allowed me to use him.

Dallas’s terse voice came through again.

“What were you saying, Detective?” I asked, holding my breath.

“I must talk to you, Miss Greene,” he repeated.

Suddenly, he cared about my parents’ cold case? A foreboding feeling wheeled in me.

Please, please don’t let it be bad news.

“I’m listening,” I said, my mouth dry. “So—you have an update on my parents?”

“Yes.” He gasped as if he was having a hard time breathing. “We found the clothes your parents were wearing when they disappeared.”

The blood drained from my face, and my limbs went cold.

“How do you know they’re my parents’ clothes, Detective?”

“Your brothers described what your parents wore the last time they saw them,” Dallas said flatly, yet I could hear a strain in his voice