Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,78
see how they liked it. “You two are insufferable, and I’ve put up with you enough!” I might have exaggerated a bit, but I wanted them to see their error. “You want to ruin this for me, is that it?” I raised my voice a notch. “What kind of mates are you? Either you both shut up or I stop this altogether.”
Rydstrom apologized to me instantly, then turned to Baron and added viciously, “Just get it done before you no longer have a chance. I’m sensing the approach of an enemy force.”
Baron grumbled unintelligibly, probably throwing one last curse at Rydstrom, before he thrust into me with brutal force.
The feel of him entering me was divine. My eyes fluttered shut, and when I opened them again, I could see golden sunlight blazing in the Summer King’s amber eyes, so brilliant it nearly melted me. The Summer King was used to dazzling a woman. Old habits die hard.
But I was taking in his whole package, good and bad, as I gazed at him with passion and shivering need.
“My mate, mine,” he whispered.
His fingertips pressed hard into my hips, anchoring me in place. I arched my back as his steel rod sank deep inside me and brought me incredible pleasure.
When Rowan took me that day, ice and frost had burned in my bloodstream. When Rydstrom claimed me, midnight starlight lit my every fiber, filling me with dark fantasy. Now, as Baron fucked me, summer heat blossomed within me.
Baron pulled out and thrust back in, faster and harder, and every spot he hit sparked with pleasurable electricity. I moaned breathlessly and begged for him to never stop.
The erotic sound of flesh pounding into flesh echoed in my ears, and I rocked with the rhythm, knowing and accepting that I was at the mercy of the Summer King. He pounded into me, filling and stretching my tight passage.
Baron let out a rough groan, his lion peeking out at me possessively through his fiery eyes. If we made it out of the Wild Hunt, I would never waste time arguing with my mates again. I’d spend all my time fucking them.
“Fuck me harder, Baron!” I cried out. “Yes, just like that!”
He growled and thrust into me deeply and rapidly, stoking the mating flame higher.
Nothing felt better than fucking—the most primal, glorious thing between a man and a woman—but you needed to fuck the right man.
He heaved me up and down the impressive length of his cock. The task might be difficult for a human male, but my Fae mate was all strength and muscles and burning lust.
My pussy gloved every inch of him and milked his cock as I grasped his shoulders and pulled him flush against me. My fire joined his sunlight, fueling each other.
“Evie, baby.” He threw his head back and groaned in intense pleasure. “Ride me hard. Take all you want from your male!”
We quickened our pace, pounding into each other. Our breath mingled, his minty scent intoxicating, as we fucked like two beasts.
“The best fuck I’ve ever had,” Baron hissed, thrusting into me with bruising strength, driving in and out of my body at blinding speed.
My savage!
A cry of pleasure spilled out of my mouth, yet I demanded more.
“I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything,” he growled, a shudder rippling through him.
Waves of pleasure burst in me, so much it was almost unbearable. I arched my back, then I stilled and exploded around his cock.
He called my name like he lived and breathed for me.
In a long, glorious thrust, the Summer King emptied himself into me and roared.
The mating bond snapped into place. A thread of golden light looped around us in a rush of heat. Now, not even the ancient force of the Wild Hunt could overcome the forming of our mating bond.
“I’ve waited centuries for this,” the Summer King whispered, “to truly belong and bond to one woman, to my one true mate.”
Tears shining in his eyes, he stared at the thread of light between us in awe. It glittered for a moment then sank into us, bonding us forever.
Rydstrom turned his head slowly and gazed at me while Baron and I were still joined. A riot of emotions wheeled in his sapphire eyes like a midnight storm. There was such desperate need and scorching desire in them that my heart ached for him and my body demanded to have him, too.
The Night King saw what I craved from him and let out a rasping, regretful breath. I