Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,7
than my magic. But the tangles and threads of my vines tripped me, and I lost my footing with a yelp.
Baron caught me, but instead of holding me upright, he took advantage of an opening in the swirling greenery and gracefully fell to the floor, pulling me atop him. The whole time he laughed merrily.
Humiliation and shock swept over me at the betrayal and manipulation of my magic, yet as I gazed down at Baron’s perfect face, desire blazed through me.
No, you won’t go down so easily, I told myself, my hands planting on Baron’s hard, hot abs. I wouldn’t cave in to this seduction, no matter how badly my body or my magic wanted the perfect Fae specimen I now straddled. My cold logic reminded me of what would come out of this if I fucked any of the Fae kings before I was absolutely certain.
They weren’t like the boys I used to date.
They were the most lethal predators walking the earth.
Still, my body didn’t care about any list of reasons. It wanted to have the kings more than anything. I couldn’t help but imagine trailing my fingers across Baron’s taut chest to his six-pack, then all the way down to his hard bulge beneath me. I craved to have his masculine hand grope and explore me, starting from my heavy breasts to the aching flesh between my thighs.
My need and my reason warred against each other. It was getting harder to fight such an attraction toward all the smoldering-hot Fae kings. I bit my lip, ordering myself to roll off Baron. Yet I only felt the weakness of my limbs and legs, and my body refused to move an inch away from him.
Baron let out a knowing chuckle, shifted his body weight, and rolled me beneath him. His massive body caged me now, trapping me and preventing me from ever escaping him. And the most inner part of me rejoiced.
I gazed up at him, my eyes burning with lust.
His sensual laughter dropped, and he stared at me with undivided attention and dragon-hot heat. His male lust scorched me in hard waves.
“You might not want to admit it.” He swallowed, trying to get a grip on himself, too. “But your body and your magic like me, Evie. They recognize that I’m your mate. And know this, Evie, I can be patient. I’ll wait for you to catch up. And when the day comes, even if I shoo you away, you won’t leave me. You’ll run to me, faster than anything, at a wiggle of my fingers.”
See how the Summer King made me hot and annoyed me to no end at the same time? I glared at him while lust raced in my veins. The scoundrel rocked his hips against the curve of my groin, his need and heat radiating to me, finally shattering my last defense.
My heart pounded in my ears, my blood racing. All I could think of was the male on top of me, his fresh, minty breath tracing my flushed face, and his scent of aroused male and summer sunlight trailing into my nostrils and filling my lungs. The world around me faded away, except for the Summer King and his scent and feel.
My magical vines retreated, no longer needing to trap us.
I parted my searing lips, breathing out a moan of need. A low groan, male and primal, rumbled from Baron’s chest in response to my want.
“Baron,” I whimpered.
His weight on me was delicious; his large erection against my most sensitive place was more than welcome. Fire twirled inside my tight channel, all the way to my molten core. My pussy clenched in desperate need. It wept to be filled by the king’s cock.
I shifted my body and angled my hips to give him uncontested access. My knees grew weak for him, even though for a second, my last stubborn will suggested I bend my knee and ram it into his balls.
I was a goner, pathetic at this point, so I wouldn’t follow through with that spunky idea. Bruising his balls wouldn’t be in my best interest anyway. On the contrary, I’d just decided that whatever the Summer King wanted to do to me next, I’d let him have his way with me. My body was aflame just picturing him tugging down my pants and nudging his massive cock at my slick entrance.
No foreplay required. I was so damn wet for him, ripe to be fucked.
My pussy contracted again, needing to be penetrated by his