Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,39

mate and never spoil it.

I surged up to meet his heavy plunges, slamming into his balls. He growled like a beast and drove into me damn hard.

“Like it rough, woman?”

“Give me your worst, fairy boy.” I delivered my challenge silkily and sweetly.

To answer my challenge, he pounded into me with such brutal strength and bruising speed that I nearly regretted it. I whimpered amid moans of pleasure.

“Never taunt the Night King,” he warned.

“I just did.”

“I can break you.”

“You can try.”

He chuckled darkly, the searing lust in his rich voice a fever song in my veins.

“You’re making me lose myself,” he whispered.

“All the better, fairy,” I purred. “Fuck me like you mean it. Don’t hold back.”

His brusque force and night magic poured into me like a galactic storm. He didn’t use his power of nightmare; that would come another day, I bet.

I thrust up my hips to receive him deeper, and a low groan rumbled in his chest. I held his gaze. My mate was so hot and gorgeous that for a second or two I thought I must be dreaming about such a specimen above me, fucking me.

I would never need another male’s cock when I had the Night King’s deep inside me, filling and stretching and satisfying me. Then Baron’s image popped into my head. The Summer King was resting in his court, but I’d be with him tomorrow.

I hadn’t mated with the Summer King yet. I believed that he would demand a mating soon. My heart banged in my chest, the prospect of being fucked by Baron heating my skin.

“When you’re with me, you think of only me,” Rydstrom growled, his face morphing into his gargoyle shape before he reined it in. His thrusts turned more commanding and possessive.

Then I was with him one hundred percent, committing to him as I writhed like a feline in heat beneath him. He moved above me, and I came up to meet him.

“That’s more like it, Ileana,” he hissed, driving his hips forcefully toward me.

His every stroke came more powerful than the previous ones, pleasure hitting my nerve endings like waves of electric shocks.

Pressure and warmth built higher and higher between my legs as the first glow of orgasm sparked to life.

“Not yet, mate,” the Night King said, slowing down to tease and punish me. His need to control me grew. Rydstrom was an Unseelie King, the most dangerous king in Elfame, after all. “You’ll come when I say you can.”

His potent magic bound me like chains, delicious yet torturous, as he thrust back into me, the thick crown of his hard shaft buried deeply within me.

My inner walls clamped down on his length in retaliation for not allowing me to have my release, and the Night King chuckled menacingly.

“Is that defiance, little mate? You know I love a challenge more than anything, especially if it’s from my own woman. Now, watch how the Unseelie King fucks you and claims you.”

He held my hair tight and pulled my head up to watch the fucking.

The sight of his massive cock plunging rapidly in and out of my pussy was the most erotic view. The sound of the wet slapping of flesh blended with the lapping of the ocean waves against the white shore and the cliff.

“Like how I fuck you, female?”

“Mostly,” I offered, compromising, and I wondered if he’d ever fucked other women this fabulously. I clamped down a wave of jealousy. The thought of him with someone else turned my stomach.

“This tight, sweet pussy was mine before you were born.”

“You’re being illogical, my king,” I said, even though I actually wanted to pacify and please him as he thrust wildly inside me.

But I admitted silently that I seemed to be born his instrument.

“Never missing a chance to defy me, I see.” He bent and kissed me demandingly as he drove into me hard, his storm rolling inside me.

That was how the Night King claimed his mate in truth, and I shuddered at the idea of him fucking me when he took the role of the King of Nightmares.

But it wouldn’t be today.

I wrapped my legs around his perfect, narrow waist as he fucked and claimed my every inch, his muscles flexing and his back arched as my fingernails sank into his skin.

The intense pleasure was unmaking me, yet the Night King still wouldn’t allow me to come.

I cried and begged and writhed and threatened, yet his taut, powerful ass kept rising and falling, his rock-hard cock driving mercilessly into my molten