Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,38
be gentle, Rydstrom,” I teased, my heart fluttering as I waited for my king to strike.
“You don’t want gentle, woman,” said the Night King huskily, like he knew me better than I knew myself. “I can’t promise gentleness now that my flame burns so hot for you, but I can promise my queen the brightest star, one that no one else dares to promise. I’ll give you all I have—my heart, my body, my soul, and my kingdom. Will you take them?”
“Is that truth or dare, my king?”
I was underneath him before I knew it, caged between the cool sand and his heated body.
Fortunately, this was the Night King’s private beach, and his guards stayed some distance away from the alcove to give their king privacy.
The king trapped me beneath him, his weight heavy and delicious on top of me. As I tore his dress shirt off, starlight shimmered on his bronze skin. He dipped his head and kissed me. While his tongue invaded my mouth, his strong hand shoved my skirt to the top of my thighs. His thumb found my aching flesh and brushed my swollen clit.
A moan escaped the back of my throat at the sensation. Wildfire flowed in my bloodstream. I whimpered in desperate need.
“Want my cock so soon, my impatient mate?” The Night King withdrew his lips, stared down at my face, and said roughly, “You aren’t getting my cock quite yet, but you can have this.”
He thrust two fingers into my heated channel.
I arched my back. “It’s good, but not enough. You cock is bigger, and I need you to fill me.”
“I’ll fill you soon, in every way.” The Night King chuckled darkly as he withdrew his fingers after he thrust them inside me a few more times to feel my tightness. He licked the juices coating his fingers.
He extracted the belt from his jeans and started to undress himself. In moments, he was completely naked above me. He didn’t remove my clothes, though. He only pulled my skirt above my thighs and unbuttoned my shirt, so he got the view he wanted and also prevented anyone else from seeing my nudity—that was, if anyone else dared to look this way.
He heaved up his body, putting his weight on his elbow as his gaze traced from my breasts to my bare pussy. My needy flesh clenched inside at the heated gaze, and I shivered at his raw male need.
“Soon, I’ll fuck you soon, little mate,” he said, sniffing my arousal. “I want to look at your lovely body a little longer before I claim it brutally and repeatedly.”
I swallowed at that dark, erotic promise, my eyes brightening. I lifted my head to stare at his beautiful cock, which pressed hard against my belly.
It was proud, straight, long, thick, and gorgeous. I reached out and held it in my hand. Gods, I could only wrap my fingers around half of its granite-hard length. For a second, an alarm chimed in my mind. Could it fit? Then I nearly laughed at my silliness. Why was I worried about my mate’s massive cock hurting me every time before he fucked me? He’d never hurt me but always gave me maximum pleasure.
We matched perfectly. As he said, I was made for him as he was made for me. My body molded around him easily each time.
“My beautiful Ileana,” he murmured as he urged my legs to spread wider and settled himself between my thighs.
His hard, demanding cock nudged at my slick entrance. Then, with a powerful shove, the thick crown of his cock pushed open my folds and invaded my heated, tight channel. It glided in, smooth and dominant, until it was sheathed deep within me.
I cried out in pleasure, writhing beneath him.
“You wanted me to fill your every inch, little mate. Now you’ve got what you wanted,” he said mercilessly, then started to move above me. In and out and in, he thrust into my depths, harder and faster, savoring me and claiming me at the same time.
“I want you to fuck me like this every night,” I breathed and moaned.
It might be too much to ask.
“That can be arranged,” he said. Lust burned and twisted his face as he drove into me with brutal force. “I plan to fuck this tight pussy every chance I get.”
If I survived the Wild Hunt. But I didn’t blurt it out loud, unlike the old Evie who couldn’t keep her big mouth shut.