Night Fae by Meg Xuemei X.
Chapter 12
Stars sparkled above, and the Milky Way had never seemed so close to Earth as it was in the Realm of Night and Dreams.
Rydstrom and I strolled down the white sand beach, holding hands. It felt like we were walking on the edge of the world, time frozen and nothing ever growing old. Well, we were in faerie. So who was I kidding? I’d get used to the variance between the mortal realm and the immortal realm, where time was liquid flame and magic.
The ocean breeze danced across my skin. The sweet perfume of the nightly blossoms drifted from the urban gardens. Rydstrom’s scent of male musk, sage, and night magic enveloped me, more intoxicating and addictive than anything.
I slanted a sideways glance at my mate.
Starlight kissed his perfect torso. This was his realm, where night and stars were at his command, and everyone in this realm, including me, was at his mercy.
He was insanely hot and gorgeous in the mortal realm, but here, his glory was like the midnight sun, parading at its peak. The Rydstrom who was every female’s wet dream in Claws, Fangs, and Fiends paled in comparison to the Night King in his own kingdom.
No one could handle his true form on full display—this beautiful one or the formidable nightmarish one—but I could take it all as his mate.
He was mine.
The Night King smirked at me, seemingly hearing my thoughts.
But did he know I still had a question for him? A shadow of doubt about our future relationship?
“Who is Lady Catlin exactly, Ryds?” I asked quietly. “What does she mean to you? When you told Brigantia that you didn’t care for Catlin, I wasn’t convinced, you know.” I peeked into his eyes. “Even if Brigantia can no longer use Lady Catlin as leverage against you, she might still take it out on your lady friend, as evil as Brigantia can be.”
Rydstrom looked into the dark blue ocean, his throat bobbing up and down as he tried to contain his emotions.
“I’m sorry about bringing up painful memories by mentioning Lady Catlin,” I said, my voice smaller. “Maybe we can figure out something to help her. Since I’ve already vowed to take part in the Wild Hunt, you should use that as a bargaining chip to get Catlin back.”
I admit that I felt a certain degree of jealousy toward the high Fae lady whom Rydstrom must have been deeply involved with, but no one deserved Brigantia’s cruelty.
“You should do that before I go into the game,” I urged. “You should demand to have Catlin back. I don’t want you to lose everyone. I’ll do everything in my power to fight my way out, but there’s a chance I won’t come back, and I don’t want you to be alone after I’m gone.”
No one had ever made it out of the Wild Hunt alive. What made me so special that I thought I could survive the most brutal game? Being stubborn wouldn’t exactly win me the battle. If I had to think realistically, now was the time.
Rydstrom snapped his gaze to me, so intense it scared me.
“You’ll come out of the Wild Hunt in one piece even if we can’t find a way to call off the summons,” Rydstrom said fiercely. “I swear on my last breath that I’ll make sure you live even if I lose my soul. Catlin was my lover a long time ago. I was a selfish bastard. I pretended to fall in love with her to make Brigantia believe that she had my beloved as her captive, so she wouldn’t focus on my true purpose—you. So she wouldn’t find out that I’d been taking advantage of her blindness while I set up the outpost in the mortal realm to look for you. I always knew I had a mate somewhere, and I’d been waiting for you forever before the Seer even confirmed your existence. I was a cold, calculating bastard. I sacrificed Catlin, and she doesn’t deserve that fate.
“After you prevail in the Wild Hunt, I’ll bring Catlin to safety as well, but not before. In Vancouver, I told Brigantia a half-truth about how I tossed Catlin at her and called her Brigantia’s creature to spare Catlin a worse fate. When it comes to you and anyone else, Ileana, it’ll always be you. No one and nothing will stand between us.” His gaze darkened, but it never left my face. “Now you know the entire truth. I’m the King of the Night and Nightmare Courts. Darkness, cruelty, and ruthlessness were, are, and will always be part of me. I can’t be like those sweet boys you used to date in the human world. I can try to be better for your sake, but I’d be pretending. I can’t change my nature. If you now loathe me—” Agony filled his eyes, which were suddenly bereft of light and filled with swirling shadows.
We’d mated and bonded, yet we hadn’t really tested if our relationship could survive the trials of fire or flood, which would keep coming.
I could relate to his pain and guilt, just as I had once responded to Rowan’s when he opened up to me. And I had given myself to the Winter King only to find out that I’d fallen for the wrong guy.
Crossing my fingers, I could only hope that Rydstrom wouldn’t turn out to be like Rowan. But even if the Night King betrayed me at last, what did I have to lose? I’d be in the Wild Hunt within two days.
I was already in love with Rydstrom. Love was a decision, though sometimes it was a deception if one wasn’t careful or was unlucky, and I’d decided to go all in in our relationship and allow myself to free fall one more time.
If he didn’t catch me and instead let me shatter, so be it.
I promised myself I would never give up the chance of love just because someone else had wronged me, or because I’d tried and failed a few times. I was the one who was responsible for living my life to the fullest, no matter how little time I had.
“I have no intention of ever changing you, Ryds,” I whispered. “You are who you are. I’m far from perfect too. But I’ll promise you this: if I come out of the Wild Hunt, let’s find Catlin and get her out. We’ll make it up to her together.”
Rydstrom pulled me to him and crushed me against his chest. “I could not ask for a better female as my mate.”
“Don’t be so sure about that, Night King,” I said, but I snuggled closer to him, soaking in his radiating heat and cool, nocturnal magic.
The wind rose, catching the hem of my skirt and exposing my thighs. Rydstrom’s heated gaze darted to my legs.
“Eve,” he gasped, then inhaled my scent, heat burning in his dark sapphire eyes. “You didn’t wear underwear?”
His mood shifted instantly. I often found it funny that when lust overwhelmed a male, a warm female body was all he could think about. The powerful King of Nightmares was no different when his blood rushed to his groin.
“Well,” I said. I was fine with my king being full of lust for me, as my own desire pulsed in my bloodstream, echoing his male need. “I might have forgotten a detail or two in my hurry.”
I’d done that intentionally when I knew Rydstrom would take me for a walk. I expected something naughty to happen. I concealed a smile, proud that I wasn’t too bad at seduction, though I was nearly two hundred years younger than all the Fae kings, who knew every bedroom trick.
“Is that so?” Rydstrom asked huskily, his eyes gleaming.
Then I was in his strong arms. He tilted my chin and slanted his month over mine.
My hunger mirrored his rough need.
His kiss grew bruising. His dominant demand roared, and I answered it instead of fighting it. He had let me lead and use him when I’d needed to. He’d let me fuck him however I wanted.
Today, I would let him sate his thirst. In his realm, the Night King couldn’t help but assert his dominance and pure alpha instincts.
At his urging, I opened my mouth to him. His tongue marched in as if he owned my every inch. Sometimes, it just felt damn good to be dominated like that. I was his territory, but he was mine, too, especially when my own lust raged inside me and did all the thinking.
His skilled tongue swept over my hard palate. I half moaned and half whimpered as pleasure rippled over me like electric shocks. Flame seared inside me, stoked higher by the Night King. His big hand moved inside my shirt, roamed over my hot skin, and cupped my heavy and tender breast.
I arched my back, pressing the rest of my torso against him. He let out a low groan, which was so erotic I almost begged him to fuck me right away.
But tonight, I wanted to savor him slowly and thoroughly before I allowed myself to lose control.
His tongue played with mine, seducing and teasing and telling me that I belonged to him.
I didn’t argue; there was no point.
His kiss wasn’t gentle anymore but carried nocturnal power that lit me on fire.
Unable to help myself, I bit the tip of his tongue. Drops of his blood that tasted of forever and power and richness and sex fell on my tongue.
His magic blossomed in me.
He pulled away from me, eyes bright and dark with lust and demand.
“Can’t get enough of me that you had to bite me?” he asked, his massive wings sweeping out and arching behind his shoulders. “You fierce little minx; you’ll see soon how I punish you.”
I’d bled the Night King and it’d aroused him even more.
He was so wild and powerful that no woman would dream of taming his feral night wind. Yet I wasn’t just any woman. I was his mate. I was born to soothe his storm.
“Bring it on,” I purred, my fingers threading into his thick mane, twisting it, and pulling him further down toward me.
He kissed me again deeply while his hand kneaded my taut nipple. I moaned, my heart drumming, as his hand traced down my belly and slid toward the flesh between my thighs.
I was wet and ripe for him before he’d even kissed me.
He palmed my aching pussy, a smile of pure male satisfaction tugging his sensual lips as he felt just how badly I wanted him.
“You set out to seduce your king, my naughty queen,” he said.
“I have nothing to lose,” I said.
“But I do,” he said, his warm breath on my skin. “I won’t lose you.”
I couldn’t promise him that he’d never lose me, so I murmured against his lips, trying to comfort him. “My sweet nightmare, my king.”
He gazed down upon me, his midnight fire burning with passion and tenderness. His lips traced my jawline. I shivered at the sensation.
“Will you take my darkness, my starlight, and my nightmare into you tonight, Ileana Eve Greene?”
He wanted to be sure that I wanted all of him, and I sensed vulnerability in him that I seldom saw, which made him even more endearing to me. Baron, on the other hand, didn’t have a single insecure bone in him. He was also the least sensitive king in Elfame. The Summer King was all golden sunshine and arrogance and fun—but I desired him just as ardently.
Rydstrom was still waiting for me to give him a nod; he needed to mark me as his within his domain, where he was strongest.
He’d thought he wasn’t enough for me. He had no idea that both he and Baron were more than enough, and I’d give them everything they wanted.
“If you promise to be gentle, Rydstrom,” I teased, my heart fluttering as I waited for my king to strike.
“You don’t want gentle, woman,” said the Night King huskily, like he knew me better than I knew myself. “I can’t promise gentleness now that my flame burns so hot for you, but I can promise my queen the brightest star, one that no one else dares to promise. I’ll give you all I have—my heart, my body, my soul, and my kingdom. Will you take them?”
“Is that truth or dare, my king?”
I was underneath him before I knew it, caged between the cool sand and his heated body.
Fortunately, this was the Night King’s private beach, and his guards stayed some distance away from the alcove to give their king privacy.
The king trapped me beneath him, his weight heavy and delicious on top of me. As I tore his dress shirt off, starlight shimmered on his bronze skin. He dipped his head and kissed me. While his tongue invaded my mouth, his strong hand shoved my skirt to the top of my thighs. His thumb found my aching flesh and brushed my swollen clit.
A moan escaped the back of my throat at the sensation. Wildfire flowed in my bloodstream. I whimpered in desperate need.
“Want my cock so soon, my impatient mate?” The Night King withdrew his lips, stared down at my face, and said roughly, “You aren’t getting my cock quite yet, but you can have this.”
He thrust two fingers into my heated channel.
I arched my back. “It’s good, but not enough. You cock is bigger, and I need you to fill me.”
“I’ll fill you soon, in every way.” The Night King chuckled darkly as he withdrew his fingers after he thrust them inside me a few more times to feel my tightness. He licked the juices coating his fingers.
He extracted the belt from his jeans and started to undress himself. In moments, he was completely naked above me. He didn’t remove my clothes, though. He only pulled my skirt above my thighs and unbuttoned my shirt, so he got the view he wanted and also prevented anyone else from seeing my nudity—that was, if anyone else dared to look this way.
He heaved up his body, putting his weight on his elbow as his gaze traced from my breasts to my bare pussy. My needy flesh clenched inside at the heated gaze, and I shivered at his raw male need.
“Soon, I’ll fuck you soon, little mate,” he said, sniffing my arousal. “I want to look at your lovely body a little longer before I claim it brutally and repeatedly.”
I swallowed at that dark, erotic promise, my eyes brightening. I lifted my head to stare at his beautiful cock, which pressed hard against my belly.
It was proud, straight, long, thick, and gorgeous. I reached out and held it in my hand. Gods, I could only wrap my fingers around half of its granite-hard length. For a second, an alarm chimed in my mind. Could it fit? Then I nearly laughed at my silliness. Why was I worried about my mate’s massive cock hurting me every time before he fucked me? He’d never hurt me but always gave me maximum pleasure.
We matched perfectly. As he said, I was made for him as he was made for me. My body molded around him easily each time.
“My beautiful Ileana,” he murmured as he urged my legs to spread wider and settled himself between my thighs.
His hard, demanding cock nudged at my slick entrance. Then, with a powerful shove, the thick crown of his cock pushed open my folds and invaded my heated, tight channel. It glided in, smooth and dominant, until it was sheathed deep within me.
I cried out in pleasure, writhing beneath him.
“You wanted me to fill your every inch, little mate. Now you’ve got what you wanted,” he said mercilessly, then started to move above me. In and out and in, he thrust into my depths, harder and faster, savoring me and claiming me at the same time.
“I want you to fuck me like this every night,” I breathed and moaned.
It might be too much to ask.
“That can be arranged,” he said. Lust burned and twisted his face as he drove into me with brutal force. “I plan to fuck this tight pussy every chance I get.”
If I survived the Wild Hunt. But I didn’t blurt it out loud, unlike the old Evie who couldn’t keep her big mouth shut.
I wanted to preserve this moment with my 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 core.
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.
