Night Fae by Meg Xuemei X.

Chapter 23

 

 

 

 

 

“Dangerous talk, Baron,” I purred as he made all sorts of demands and promises while kissing me deeply and setting my body ablaze.

He carried me to the curve of the cave that cradled the red mountain so we would have more privacy. It wasn’t ideal to mate in the arena, but it had to be done.

My need for my mates burned hot and primal.

“Evie.” Baron murmured my name against my lips. “I’m going to take you. But if you ever sense danger from me, gut me and run for safety.”

“I always sense danger and menace from you, even when we’re outside the Wild Hunt,” I told him. “So it’s no big deal.”

“I’ll gut you, Baron,” Rydstrom offered from nearby. He stood guard, his magnificent wings unfurling and forming a wide span to shield us.

“I’ll have to keep earning your trust, then, my Evie,” Baron said, ignoring the Night King.

“I trust Ryds and you already,” I said. “I know, it’s shocking.”

I’d given both of them my heart, and it was already too late to take it back. If they turned on me in the end, like Rowan had done, then so be it. We lived only once, and I wasn’t going to choose to live in fear.

“But I can’t trust myself with you,” said Baron.

“Yeah?” I asked. “What do you mean by that?”

He trembled, his eyes feral and full of lust. He wanted to fuck me so badly. My lips parted, my breath warm against his mouth.

“I can’t be gentle, baby,” he said, kissing my jawline. “I’ll try to go slow so I won’t lose it.”

“I didn’t ask you to go slow,” I moaned as his scorching kisses moved to the column of my neck. “And I don’t need you to be gentle.”

“You won’t mind me fucking you like a beast?” he asked. “Evie, I hope you can think better of me, but all I want is to thrust inside you like a caveman fucking his female. I want to fuck you like a wild beast.”

My heart pounded, his pure male need dominating me.

“Fuck me however you want,” I offered.

His warm, firm lips that tasted of sunlight devoured mine. At his demand, I opened my mouth to him. His lust set me on fire and made me so ripe for him.

My pussy was soaked. I propelled my hips toward him to urge him to take me now. He roughly pulled my pants down to my knees and lifted my bare ass, positioning me just right for fucking.

We couldn’t afford to get naked when anything could happen in the Wild Hunt. Baron kept his trousers on, opened the fly, and let his massive cock spring free.

I’d like to get down on all fours and have him fuck me from behind, but it might put us in a vulnerable situation, even with Rydstrom guarding us.

At least with us fucking upright, we could see threats when they were coming.

Baron nudged the thick crown of his granite-hard shaft against my entrance. I moaned at the sensation and wiggled my ass to urge him in. A low growl rumbled in his chest, like a warning and approval at the same time, which made my pussy clench in desperate need.

“Are you done yet, Baron?” Rydstrom asked impatiently from several paces away, his back to us, his massive ebony wings forming a shield in front of us.

“We’re just about to start,” Baron hissed. “This is my first time with Evie. I must make it special for her.”

“Bad news for you, Summer King,” Rydstrom said. “This isn’t the time or place to romance Ileana. Just get it over with. Are you so rusty you don’t know how to do a quickie anymore?”

I narrowed my eyes. I hadn’t known the Night King could be such a buzz kill. I knew we were running out of time, but he didn’t need to spoil it for us while Baron was trying to make me more comfortable.

“If you hadn’t interrupted us, I’d be fucking my mate right now,” Baron growled, his cock still nestled between my folds. “And if you think you can ruin this great moment with my mate, you’re severely mistaken.”

I also had a hunch that Rydstrom didn’t want Baron to enjoy the hell out of fucking me. This definitely wasn’t the threesome I’d fantasized about.

“This is a sprint, Baron, not a marathon!” Rydstrom snapped.

Really?

“You two are arguing in a dire situation like this?” I shouted at them. If the mating fever wasn’t raging within me, I’d just unclasp my legs from Baron’s waist and kick both Fae kings in the jaw and 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 wanted to extend my hand to him and invite him to join us, but we both knew we didn’t have time for another mating. This moment belonged to the Summer King.

“I’d have mated with you differently and cherished you as you deserve under different circumstances,” Baron said. “Love, I’ll make it up to you once we’re out of the hunt.”

“You’ve cherished me,” I told him. “But I’ll hold you to your promise.”

Rydstrom turned his back again, scanning for threats as he waited for Baron and me to have our final tender moment, his beautiful and terrifying wings unfurled.

Then suddenly, he doubled over, the hand that wasn’t holding a sword bracing on the ground to support his collapsed weight. His agony ripped into me through our mating bond as a force beyond the power of this world rammed into him.

“Hurry,” Rydstrom said, clenching his teeth and rising to his feet. “Our enemies are here!”

Then Baron’s agony also rushed through me like hard waves, and I screamed in pain.

The revenge of the Wild Hunt had come for my mates.