Night Fae by Meg Xuemei X.
Chapter 14
I turned to my side carefully, my weapons making slight metallic clanks. I’d worn them to bed, strapping over a dozen knives and guns to my body and gear. I would take no chances with the Wild Hunt so close—none of us knew exactly when I’d be taken.
On my left, Baron snapped open his tired amber eyes. His hand reached for mine and grasped it as if he would never let me go.
“Can’t sleep, Eve?” Rydstrom’s rich, deep voice came from the right side of the bed. “I can help you.”
I slumbered between the two kings, but it wasn’t what it looked like. We weren’t doing anything naughty, though I could feel their desire radiating like the midnight sun, and their body heat scorched me like twin solar flares.
My lust for them also burned, making my skin feverish. If they came for me, I’d go along with it. I’d let them fuck me however they wanted. I wouldn’t mind if they took me at the same time. In fact, I’d been fantasizing about having both my Fae kings at once. I only prayed that the kings would never get a glimpse of the dirty pictures in my mind.
But neither Rydstrom nor Baron was comfortable enough to mount me in front of the other, let alone fuck me at the same time. I understood where they were coming from. The two kings had nursed a blood feud for centuries. It was a miracle that they ever agreed to share me and now worked together. So, despite being incredibly horny, it was best not to push them too hard. If I got them jealous of each other in the middle of the threesome, a battle would break out in the bedroom.
It wouldn’t be worth it.
The Fae kings weren’t ordinary males; they were the most dominant, vicious, and ruthless alphas.
“I’m okay,” I whimpered. “Go back to your nap.”
Spent, the kings had finally dozed off for a moment.
They were guarding me for the night, yet the whole time I stayed awake and restless, unable to calm the raging storm in my veins.
“Rest, baby, you need it,” Baron murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion and frustration and worry.
“We’ll keep you safe,” Rydstrom said, his heavy, muscled arm draped over my waist. “While we’re here, no one can get to you.”
I was deeply fatigued, and I needed to take a nap badly. Besides, I wanted to snuggle up to them, naked, and I wanted them to hold me for the whole night before I was gone.
Yet I couldn’t do any of those things. I was torn over a decision, and now I had to make my choice before time ran out and the last door of opportunity closed on me.
I needed to summon Asmodeus.
I hated to go behind the backs of the kings, but I had to do what I must. Brigantia had blindsided and overpowered all of us. From what the archdemon had told me, it seemed only he knew about her dirty secrets. Asmodeus hadn’t been wrong on many counts. Before I dove into the Wild Hunt headfirst, I needed more intel, especially on Brigantia’s weaknesses.
I probably should have summoned Asmodeus before we’d gone to Vancouver to take out Brigantia. We’d thought we had enough manpower to give us the edge over her, and the last thing I’d wanted was to make a pact with a demon.
I wouldn’t underestimate our greatest enemy again. Everyone has a weakness, even the evil queen. I just had to pay the price and make a deal with the lesser of two evils.
Making up my mind, I sat up.
“What’s wrong, love?” Rydstrom rose with me, trying to pull me into his arms. “You want to talk about it?”
“I just need to use the bathroom,” I lied. “I’ll come back to bed before you know it. I want you to take a nap and not worry about me.”
“Don’t fuss over us, mate,” Baron said. “It’s you we need to take good care of.”
I beamed at Rydstrom, then at Baron, then I crawled over the Summer King’s smoking hot body before he had a chance to hold me to him.
Both kings also wore armor to bed, just in case.
I trudged toward the marble bathroom at the end of the underground room in Rydstrom’s club in my hunting boots. As I expanded my senses, I could feel the magical signatures of the Fae knights both inside and outside of Claws, Fangs, and Fiends, patrolling its perimeter. They guarded this place like a military compound.
I slid into the bathroom, closed the door behind me, turned on the shower, and shut my eyes. I needed to do this quickly. Get in and out of the club before the kings came looking for me.
Creasing my brows in concentration, I pictured the Veil, which would be the best place to talk to the dark prince of Hell unseen and unheard.
Asmodeus would want to use me instead of hurting me. If he’d wanted to harm me, he would have done it the last time he visited me in my Pasadena house.
Even in the mortal realm, I could feel the power of the Veil pulsing in my veins. I’d ignored its fiery song in my bloodstream. The last time I answered it, I had torn open the Veil and let out a host of demons. If the kings hadn’t stopped the demons from flooding into the human world, the bloodbath the demons would have caused would have been on my hands.
But this time, I had a different purpose. Tracing the flowing magic of the Veil inside me like a melody long forgotten, I linked to it.
Instantly, I teleported through a bonfire of light.
I touched down in the meadow several paces in front of the Veil, Netherbane in my tight grip, just in case.
Two columns of flame from heaven leapt at my presence, and songs of flame, frost, midnight, and dawn drummed inside me, calling me home.
I resisted its lure. Taking a deep breath, I slashed my palm open with Netherbane and summoned the demon prince.
