Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,74
since he made my blood heat for him, I didn’t complain, for now. I only wanted more of him, all of him.
His sunlight magic carried strong healing power as it coursed into me. The mating flame leapt, licking between my thighs.
I moaned at his scorching touch. I’d let him have his way with me. I’d let him do anything to me. Yet an ounce of good sense reminded me to take care of safety first, even as the mating fever coursed in my veins.
Silently, I commanded my hellhound to scout the perimeter and to warn us if any hostile force headed in our direction.
Joy dashed away without any complaint. He liked Baron.
“Baron, I need you,” I whimpered against his lips. I didn’t want to wait for long. I wanted him to fuck me now. Mating heat consumed me, and I no longer wanted to hold back, not after what I’d gone through. Not after I feared that I might never see my mates again.
Just as my lips parted from his momentarily so I could tell him my needs and take air into my lungs, my surroundings came flooding back to me.
Richie stared daggers at my mates, his jealousy white-hot, but I hoped that he wouldn’t be foolish enough to make a move against them. He also reeked of fear—humans could sense the predators roaming among them in the Fae kings’ presence.
Megan and Jill stared at us openly, the strange, nearly obsessive look on their faces making it obvious that they wanted to replace me and be the ones standing in front of my mates. It wasn’t their fault. In the Wild Hunt, neither Baron nor Rydstrom had glamoured themselves. I was impressed that the girls hadn’t jumped on them yet.
“It’s time, Evie,” Baron said. “It’s time for me to claim you.”
My blood raced, and my face burned feverishly.
“That’s fine, but—” I gasped as the Summer King started transforming.
A phantom lion overlapped with his Fae form, about to rise and pounce. Baron blinked, fighting the shift, his eyes turning to molten gold with a crimson ring around his pupils.
“Baron?” I called in alarm.
“Bloodlust,” he groaned. “It’s coming now.”
Rydstrom stepped forward, ready to tear Baron away from me and pound him if the Summer King so much as looked at me wrong.
“I want to claim you more than anything, Ileana Evie,” Baron said. “But I might hurt you in the process. I thought we still had time, but we don’t.” He gave Rydstrom a baleful look, as if it were entirely Rydstrom’s fault.
The Night King looked unsympathetic.
“Run, love,” Baron said, his face twisting with agony as he fought the ancient force compelling him to hunt me.
Yet I wasn’t afraid of him.
“Where can I run from you?” I asked softly. “I tried to run in the beginning, only to end up running into you. I’m done with running. You’ll take me. You’ll claim me. And I expect you to do that nicely, since I trust you never to hurt your own mate.”
Baron chuckled even as he was fighting the dark force, the red rings receding from his eyes.
“My demanding little minx,” he said, ready to dip his head and kiss me again. But then he suddenly lashed out, his powerful hand grabbing my throat and lifting me into the air. He stared at his hand as if not believing that it belonged to him.
The crimson rings encircled his amber eyes again, and the Summer King stared at me with pure bloodlust. I gazed back at him.
“You need to put me down, Baron,” I said. “I am Ileana, your mate. You won’t hurt me, but you’ll mate with me nicely, as I said a moment ago.”
His other hand pounded his head, as if he was trying to banish the evil urge inside. He snarled viciously, pain etching his gorgeous face. Then Rydstrom also bent over, his wings arching behind him and trembling.
“Ryds?” I croaked. Though Baron had grabbed my throat, he’d left room for my vocal cords to work.
“Fuck off!” Baron shouted. “I’ll not kill my own mate!”
Rydstrom swore profusely and shouted threats at an unseen enemy while he struggled to stand straight. “Fight it, Baron! Or I’ll make the decision for you!”
Overwhelming compulsion had seized them both. I could feel the wild magic filling their veins through our bond. The Wild Hunt was turning them into its vessel, using them to hunt me down. The call to hunt flooded their every cell—Baron more so than Rydstrom.