every inch and kept stretching my inner walls, pleasure hitting my every fiber like high musical notes caught in fire.
We slammed toward each other, fucking raw and hard like two mindless beasts.
“Elijah,” I moaned his name. “More!”
It was a wonder I still remembered his name in the midst of such heat.
“You like my cock, babe,” he groaned. “You like my big cock. After I fuck you hoarse, I’ll shove it down your throat. I want you to taste my archangel cum. I want you to have all of me, and I’ll claim your every inch, like a man claiming his first woman.”
I panted. “Just fuck me hard, angel.”
“Say this tight, hot little pussy is mine, mine to play with, mine to fuck, and mine to guard.”
That was nuts, but he thrust into my molten core with his mighty strength at the declaration.
“Babe, your pussy gloves me perfectly,” he said, his face distorted by intense lust. “You’re perfect for me. And you’re the only woman I’ll ever fuck from now on.”
If I were the only woman he’d ever fuck from now on, soon he’d have no woman to fuck. He wouldn’t keep the promise he made in the throes of passion, yet the idea of him fucking another pumped white-hot rage into me.
Before I could act on my fury, he pulled my legs onto his massive shoulders and drove into my depths with abandon.
When he delivered another series of powerful thrusts, I screamed in pleasure and exploded around his cock.
He groaned and let out ancient angelic curses while he kept thrusting in me, riding my waves of orgasm and prolonging it.
With a roar and a few more powerful pumps, he emptied inside me.
He didn’t leave me; his cock remained rock-hard inside me. His golden wings fanned out and wrapped around me protectively and possessively.
“Ayanna,” he whispered. “My Ayanna. My eternal blossom.”
I hissed in rage, lifting my ankles off his shoulders to kick him away at the insult. He’d just come in me, yet he was whispering another woman’s name.
“Open your eyes, fucking asshole! I’m not Ayanna. I’m not your fucking blossom!”
He grabbed my ankles, pulled them around his waist, and pressed me closer to him.
“Shush, Calamity, shush, babe,” he whispered. “Your true name is Ayanna, which means eternal blossom in ancient Earth tongue. You’re Princess Ayanna Darken. You bear the mark of the Queen of the Night on your left breast. You’re the lost heir to—”
I loosened the fist that grabbed his shiny, golden feathers. I had planned to drag out a few in retaliation when he had called me another woman’s name.
The blue flame that had manifested faintly on my breast at Elijah’s touch flared, tracing every inch of my body, flowing down my arms, until an icon—two half-circles embracing each other—on my inner arm radiated dark gold.
The hot pain in my chest eased.
“Four icons strung together by the glyph of an ivy vine; the mating bond,” Elijah breathed out, without checking the number of icons on my arm.
I stared at the four identical icons lined up vertically, a glowing glyph of an ivy vine connecting them all.
Among the four icons, only one shone brightly like the North Star.
Then the radiant one flared, swirling into flame and slammed into Elijah’s bare chest.
I widened my eyes in fear and cried out, “No!”
I hadn’t intended to scorch him. The icon had acted on its own.
It was too late to prevent the disaster now.
Elijah would retaliate. No one got away with striking a Sváva, especially the highest-ranking archangel, but I couldn’t even recoil, since he held me tightly against him.
Elijah didn’t strike back. Instead, an icon that was identical to the one on my inner arm manifested on his cut chest, beaming deep gold.
“Your magic has marked me,” Elijah said in awe.
What did he mean by that? And why wasn’t he mad at what I’d done to him?
Before I could question him, lust came like a tidal wave and dragged me under.
“Mating fever,” the archangel rasped. “It’s started.”
“Is it even worse than being in heat?” I whimpered.
He only gazed at me, his scarred yet gorgeous face distorted by lust as he fought for control, fought between being a man and a beast, and he was losing to his raw need.
I’d already given up on the fight.
I held the back of his neck to secure him and thrust my hips toward him, riding hard on the impressive length of his cock.
Elijah grabbed my ass, his fingers sinking into my skin, and pounded into my pussy with brutal and possessive force.
Lust bound us both, as if it would never let us go.
“I’ll fuck you from behind after this, drilling deep into you,” he said. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t scream anymore. And I’ll fuck you all night, mate, and every night after that.”
Sure, I could fuck him back for the whole night. I had never thought riding a cock could feel so good, so liberating, and so delicious. But I didn’t believe we had every night.
One night would be all we were going to have.
And wait. What had he just called me?
The archangel tensed and pulled me even closer, even though there was already no space between us.
A wolf howled outside the apartment, and I recognized it as Ash’s warning. Were Max and my tiger here as well? I’d sent Max to help my brother.
Worry rained down on me at the thought of Sebastian.
“We have unwelcome visitors,” Elijah snarled.
I blinked at him. “Ash and Max? I thought they were your friends.”
He gave me a pained look, his magnificent golden wings folding tightly behind him. “The emperor’s courtesans and spies are coming. Let me get rid of them, and then we’ll resume.”
He pulled out of me slowly and regrettably, then he grabbed a towel to swiftly wipe between my thighs before he cleaned himself.
Somehow, that considerate gesture warmed me.
He opened a drawer, took out a red velvet gown, and handed it to me before he went to gather his own attire from the floor.
“We’ve just found you, Ayanna,” he said, brushing a kiss on my lips, searing my skin. “We won’t lose you.”
We? Did he also mean Ash and Max?
Continue to read Midnight Courts
Books by Meg Xuemei X
THE FIRST WITCH SERIES
The Dragonian’s Witch
The Witch’s Consort
OF SHADOWS AND FIRE SERIES
The Burn of the Underworld
The Fall of the Underworld
THE WAR OF GODS SERIES
A Court of Blood and Void
A Court of Fire and Metal
A Court of Ice and Wind
A Court of Earth and Ether
HALF-BLOOD ACADEMY SERIES
Magic Trials
Magic Secret
Magic Fury
Magic Unchained
Magic Flame
DARK FAE KINGS SERIES
Book 1: Fever Fae
Book 2: Frost Fae
Book 3: Night Fae
Book 4: Blood Fae
About the Author
Meg Xuemei X is a USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling author of paranormal and fantasy romance. She finds it delightful to be around drop-dead gorgeous alpha males who are forever tormented by her feisty heroines, unseelie fae, dark vampires, menacing demigods, demon A-holes and fallen angels, fun shifters, and cunning witches.