Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,40
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I was being fucked. I was being fucked brutally and deliciously.
White, cool sand moved under me, the wind passed by in secret whispers, and the stars in the night sky shifted formations.
The Night King kept pounding into me relentlessly.
“Mine. My woman. My mate. Your little, tight pussy is mine to fuck for eternity,” the Night King announced and roared in pained pleasure as my pussy clenched around his length relentlessly, returning the king’s favor.
I would never let him go. He belonged to me.
As the rightful faerie queen, one day I would match him in brutal magic as well. And so, I poured it into him, with the intent of imprinting him all over again.
The air pulsed with a mythic force as our magics clashed, then mated and bonded.
“Truce, my queen,” the Night King whispered, a mixture of intense pleasure and pain distorting his face.
“Are you sure?” I asked, beads of sweat dotting my forehead as I tilted up my hips and rammed them into his.
Sapphire fire burned in his eyes.
“Come for me now, mate!” he commanded.
He had to release me, or he would go first, and the Unseelie king wouldn’t hold back for too long as my pussy milked him mercilessly.
Lucky for him that I wasn’t too petty and vengeful, and I urgently needed a release. As he thrust into me with rough urgency, I exploded around his cock. He let out a harsh groan and emptied a hot wash of seed into my depths.
His nocturnal power infused into my core, bonding us like a beautiful dream, or possibly half nightmare.
“You’re everything to me, Ileana,” the Night King said, and seared my lips with another scorching kiss under the night sky.
Chapter 13
Claws, Fangs, and Fiends closed the business for the first time since it’d served its purpose. Rydstrom had found me.
Right now, only those in our inner circle hung around in the club. Indira still worked behind the bar. Instead of mixing poison for the patrons, she brought drinks to the mages, my parents, the kings and their knights, and me.
I’d cried on her shoulder for our fallen warriors and Adele, my supposed future lady-in-waiting. Indira had patted my back and warned me not to use her shirt to blow my nose. She’d been a wreck after she heard of K’s death, and now she was terrified of losing me to the Wild Hunt.
Rydstrom sat with Baron, Northton, and my parents on a pair of russet leather sofas in his glass office. I perched between the two kings. Rydstrom had coaxed me into strip dancing for him here, and now it felt like ages ago.
“We have a day to figure out how to get my daughter out of the Wild Hunt,” Dad said urgently.
“It’s also time to prepare Princess Ileana for the hunt,” Northton said regretfully. “The Seer I consulted remains silent. It might mean the Wild Hunt is inevitable.”
“The worst part is that the Fae kings could lose themselves to the force of the Wild Hunt magic and hunt Evie. The usurper queen was so sure of that,” Mom said, giving both Baron and Rydstrom a pointed, worried look.
“No way will I hurt my own mate, even in the arena of the Wild Hunt,” said the Summer King. His lion peeked out, lethal and predatory. Only when his gaze fell on me did a softer look iron out his ferocious features.
He’d healed in his Summer kingdom. My jaw clenched as I regarded the long, thin scar above his amber eyes. Brigantia had nearly blinded him.
“We’ll be compelled by the most potent, ancient forces to hunt her in the game,” Rydstrom said, his fingers interlinked, his knuckles white. “We’ve both hunted many others in the Wild Hunt. We were driven by bloodlust. In the arena, we felt nothing but the overpowering drive to hunt our prey. With the ancient force beating through every inch of our bloodstream, we might not even see Ileana as our mate when the force takes us over and blinds us.”
Baron glared at the Night King. “So we just give up?” His voice turned vicious. “We give up and hunt our mate whom we’ve been waiting for all our lives?”
Rydstrom bared his teeth. “You did not wait for her for centuries. I did. I alone did everything to find her. And you came along for an easy ride.”
“An easy ride?” Baron hissed.
“Kings, please. This isn’t the time for that,” Northton cut in, an amused light dancing in his otherwise gloomy eyes.