by Meg Xuemei X
I moaned and sank into the dream, needing a warm male body to comfort me more than anything. I didn’t mind meeting the Night King in dreamland.
His lips traced along the column of my neck, his fangs grazing on all the sensitive spots and lingering on the hollow of my neck and shoulder. His large, powerful hand slid from my back and cupped my breast.
I arched my back. It felt incredibly good. He knew how to touch me as no other man could. While his skillful fingers kneaded my nipple, I wiggled my ass against his groin, satisfied to find his massive erection.
Our fun time had been cut off while I was in his office, so maybe in this dream, we could continue. And he didn’t disappoint. His hand traced down, fingers spreading wide and running over my smooth stomach. It moved closer and closer to the golden pubic hair above my delicate cunt.
My breath caught, anticipation buzzing in me.
His fingers moved across my pubic hair and went for my slick slit, tracing the line before brushing open my plump folds.
I whimpered.
He let out an erotic chuckle, which only made the liquid fire between my thighs race higher and wilder.
“My wet baby,” he murmured in a velvety voice, which made my blood race faster.
He started rubbing my pussy, just the way I liked it.
I writhed and tried to turn to look at his face, but he pinned me between a strong arm and his hard, muscled body behind me. I gave another moan and stretched against his torso.
Without warning, he thrust a finger into my heat.
His strong, long fingers soon found that one spot that I hadn’t known existed and thrust toward it, pressing on it, and twisting around it. I cried in pleasure. He withdrew the finger and moved two inside me, thrusting at that aching G-spot with perfect pressure as he built up the heat in me.
He played me like a fine fiddle.
I bucked my hips to ride his fingers. I was so close.
But then he pulled out, sliding his palm over my hip, up to my breast, and back down. I whimpered and snarled, trying to turn to look at him again, but he still pinned me against him. He wouldn’t allow me to see his face and he was too strong for me to fight him.
Would I just let a stranger—or Rydstrom—fondle me and play me like that?
And why wasn’t I in control of my dream?
Yet, this was the best fantasy. It was the most fantastic wet dream, ever.
His erection pressed against my butt cheek. I could feel the warm moisture in the slit of his scorching hot crown. I wiggled my ass again, urging him to fill me. When he rubbed my skin with the thick head of his cock, teasing me to no end, I shifted my position and got my pussy aligned with his crown, ready to push backward and force his cock in.
He chuckled darkly. “I can’t fuck you in the mortal realm, but I’m the master in this domain. I can give you everything you desire in the realm we share. I’ve wanted to fuck you and make you scream since the first moment I saw you.”
He hooked my leg onto his strong arm, baring me wide open, and I panted in thrilled anticipation.
My lips parted in burning desire.
The thick head of his shaft nudged at my slick entrance, and then with one powerful, brutal thrust, he embedded deep inside me.
I gasped. He was huge and granite hard. The minor pain paled in comparison to the pleasure that shocked me all the way to my toes.
Without waiting for me to adjust to him, Rydstrom started thrusting, each slide sending waves of delicious heat to every nerve. He knew how to fuck me. Every thrust hit the right spot, making me moan yet wanting more.
Too soon, I was panting and moaning and writhing like a feline in heat, not caring that I made all sorts of ridiculous, primal sounds.
I’d never experienced or believed sex could be like this, and I was being fucked in all the right ways to Sunday. Every stroke brought out the wilderness in me until my every cell lit with nightly fire and shadow and roaring need.
He pounded into me again and again, the exquisite pleasure both sweet and merciless, meeting my carnal need and ruining my chance of ever having sex with a human male again.
Fever rose in me, turning to storm of fire. Lava coursed in my veins, a fever song that whipped me higher and hotter. Everything was crashing and building and burning.
And I might just combust.
“Easy, Miva Dulicia,” he murmured. “You can take me. You’re the only one who can take my power.”
The words of the ancient Fae tongue penetrated the hot haze of my brain.
Miva Dulicia. My mate.
The fever storm didn’t ease. It exploded, and I came like a volcano around his cock. I lost any semblance of control I still had, lost on waves of blissful heat. He hissed and pulled me closer.
“That’s it now, my wild Miva Dulicia. That’s good. You’re doing fabulous,” he whispered in my ear.
My eyes widened in shock and ecstasy as the spasms kept going, as my pussy kept milking his cock violently. Gradually, the last wave of the sweet orgasms ebbed.
A possessive kiss grazed on the side of my neck, and his arm released me. When I turned, the hard, warm body that had anchored me was no longer there.
He was gone.
My eyes flashed open, and I sat up on the cushions. I was alone in the basement. But what happened a second ago felt more real than anything I’d ever experienced.
Had it really been just a dream?
An intense loss and longing swelled in my chest and burned a path to my memory. As I lay back down, rolling to face where the stranger in the dreamland had been, the scent of star fire and midnight mystery whiffed up.
Chapter 24
Baron and Rowan strode toward me as soon as I rushed out of the house in the crisp morning air. Rowan carried a bouquet of white lilies in his hand, which might have been plucked from his Winter Court, since they looked glistening and dotted with tiny ice crystals. Baron held dozens of golden daisies from the Summer Court.
I blinked. Was this their new form of courtship?
“Hey, what’s up?” I greeted, giving their hot bodies an onceover, and a swirling lust made me want to squeeze my thighs.
Baron dressed in a summer yellow polo shirt and pale jeans. Rowan had abandoned his trench coat undercover outfit for a gunmetal gray T-shirt, which exposed his muscled, bulky arms with the tattoo of a regal Fae female dressed in a fur gown under the snow—the symbol of the Winter Court.
Baron’s maroon hair stirred in the wind. His golden eyes laughed at me. He was like a capricious summer rain while Rowan was the solid winter, breathing frost even in the summer Pasadena. His silver hair flowed around his broad shoulders, his hard, icy beauty a stark contrast to Baron’s sun god charm.
Between the flowers, smiles, and updated wardrobes, it seemed they were going to compete to ask me on a date. The thought made my heart flutter.
Then they sniffed the air. Their big smiles dropped instantly and rage twisted their handsome faces.
“What now?”I said warily.
Their furious, cruel eyes glued to me.
“Who was with you last night?” Baron demanded in fury. “Who was the male?”
I blinked. “What? I was alone in my room until now, not that it’s any of your business.”
Baron and Rowan traded an enraged look, which started pissing me off, too.
“How could you betray me, Evie?” Rowan asked in an icy, heartbreaking voice. “You’re my mate.”
“What is wrong with you?” I lashed out. “One second you were perfectly fine, almost like gentlemen. The next, you went batshit crazy. I’m not a mate to you or anyone. I’m my own person. We aren’t even in a relationship, dudes!”
“She didn’t know.” Baron ground his teeth. “That bastard marked her with his scent in his twisted fantasy realm.”
A realization hit me, then horror. Rydstrom had visited me last night, but not in a dream. As the Night King, he could create a fantasy realm that bridged the mortal and immortal worlds, a distorted
reality of his own making. He’d fucked me for real. Hadn’t I smelled his scent in my basement and on my skin after I woke up?
Rowan and Baron had scented him on me now.
Baron studied my paled face. I bet I looked furious and humiliated. “The Unseelie bastard violated her,” he spat, a muscle twitching on his tight jaw. “That vermin completely crossed the line this time.”
“While we kept each other at bay all this time so neither of us could get a taste of Evie first,” Rowan said, his voice dripping icy venom and hatred, “that son of a bitch stole her and marked her. I’ll kill him. I’ll carve his heart out.”
That was why the Winter King and the Summer King had always showed up at the same time at my house. They’d tried to prevent each other from having alone time with me. Yet they forgot another predator behind them. And now Rydstrom had taken the maiden, whom they carefully and calculatedly guarded like two obsessive dragons.
I was livid, too, yet my wrath and theirs fell in different categories.
“Tell me in detail, Evie,” Rowan commanded icily. “How did Rydstrom come to you? Do not emit anything.”
“I don’t need to tell you a damn thing,” I said with equal icy rage. “I have my own issues to deal with, and you don’t own me.”
Their eyes flashed with terrifying anger, their powers boiling, ready to unleash.
I stormed toward my pale green van. The knights had taken it to a shop and had it fixed yesterday, though the roof was still dented. And a team of Summer knights had driven my siblings to school already, so I was grateful they didn’t need to see this shit blowing up.
I hopped into my car, ignoring sizzling Baron and arctic Rowan in their dark fury, turned the key, and hit the gas pedal. Both Fae came after me, and I had to swerve to avoid running them over. I wondered if my van could do real damage to them, but I didn’t have the heart to test it.
Rowan and Baron were infuriating any second of the day and they often crossed the boundaries, but they hadn’t wronged me. Instead, they’d protected me and my family.
My van shot out of the fence like an enraged arrow, racing in the direction of Claws, Fangs, and Fiends.
I had my wrath to rain down.
Chapter 25
I stormed into Claws, Fangs, and Fiends like a raging wind.
K and Indira broke off whatever they’d been saying and both arched an eyebrow at me. Judging from their queer expressions, I could say positively that they were gossiping about me.
“Hey Evie,” Indira said from her usual place behind the long bar. “We were just talking about you.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“We can’t figure you out,” Indira said, her light brown eyes glowing now as her wolf peeked out. “How come I’ve told you about almost everything and you’ve never said a thing about yourself?”
“Not today.” I then asked, my nostrils flaring. “Is Rydstrom here yet?”
I wanted to storm Rydstrom’s castle like a dragon and see how he liked it when someone invaded his territory and privacy.
K gave me a measured look. “Did you eat firecrackers before you came here?”
“Worse,” I hissed.
Indira pushed a plate with a slice of chocolate cheesecake toward me. “Eat this. You look like you need it.”
“I’m going to take down Rydstrom,” I grated. “I’ll punch his teeth out first.”
K chuckled. “Yeah, right. The king will be shaking in his boots.”
My eyes burned. “I’m serious.”
“Sure,” K snickered. “I’d love to see how a mouse pounces on a lion. It’ll be spectacular.”
Indira rubbed the tattoo of the wolf’s paw on her temple, gazing at me thoughtfully. “Yeah, he’s in the office now. He usually doesn’t come in this early. But I strongly suggest you don’t dive into his office headfirst while he’s in the middle of an important meeting. He might have a soft spot for you, but he’s still Rydstrom, one of the biggest, baddest predators ever.”
K nodded. The sounds of an argument breaking out in the north corner drew his attention, and he strode off.
Fuming, I spooned a piece of cheesecake into my mouth and nearly moaned. The chef here always used top quality ingredients.
“Listen,” Indira said, bending toward me. “I see what’s going on here. I see the chemistry between the boss and you like a sizzling steak. But don’t entangle with him, or any high Fae. If you do, you’ll eventually fall for them, and then the end won’t be pretty for you. Compassion is a foreign concept to the Fae, and they despise weakness more than anything. Love is regarded as a weakness and they’ll exploit it like a vulture on a corpse. You’re on the other side of the fence. You’re a sweetheart even though you try damn hard to put on a tough façade. You’re a barking sheep, Evie.”
I stared hard at her. “I’m not a sheep, and I don’t bark.”
“High Fae always move on from one woman to another, faster than changing their underwear,” she continued. “I’ve stayed here long enough to see the trail of broken hearts they leave behind, and some broken bodies, as well. If you fall for Rydstrom, the most lethal Fae, you won’t have anything left when he’s done with you.”
I swallowed hard.
All three Fae kings were like sexy gods that no woman could resist. Yet they were all drawn to me, and I had a hunch as to why. I seemed to be able to hold out against their charm and potent sexual power to a degree, but they had no idea how much I shook inside.
I presented a challenge to them, so they wanted me more.
But one day, I’d show my weakness. One day, I wouldn’t guard myself like this. And then they’d see through me and see how frightened I was and how much my body craved them. The deep, secret part of me constantly fantasized to be used by them, fucked by them, and claimed by them. My carnal body longed to be their instrument.
Only my will prevented such a naïve submission. But in the end, they’d know, and they’d enact their power on me and abuse my heart until they unmade me. When they left, I wouldn’t have a piece of myself left.
They might not even leave you with any piece. They’re kings, predators, and merciless killers. An internal voice mocked me like a wisp of icy smoke.
I put down the spoon and left the cheesecake be, my appetite gone.
“You want to know what I am, Indira?” I said. “My name is Evelina Greene. My parents, who are both humans, went missing a week ago. I dropped out of college and came home to take care of my six younger siblings. That’s why I need this job. And then, all of a sudden, some asshole believed that I was someone else, probably a dark one. They put a bounty on me. So far, I’ve survived two assassinations, but more will come. I guarantee you.”
Her mouth hung open.
The mahogany double-doors banged open, and an icy storm blasted into the club. Ice crystals instantly coated the entire ground floor with frost.
Rowan stormed in, then Baron stepped beside him, his golden eyes gleaming with angry sun flare.
Shit! I cursed under my breath.
I didn’t need them to come here and make a spectacle out of me. I had a plan of challenging Rydstrom. First, I’d demand a cash paycheck in advance since I needed to buy more groceries and I wouldn’t accept Rowan’s and Baron’s charity. They already thought that they could run my life. Second, I’d get Rydstrom to promise never to violate my trust again. Not that I placed my trust in him or anything. I didn’t completely object to his nightly visits in the fantasy world, but he needed to make an appointment first and I would check my schedule and see if I could fit him in.
I didn’t like surprises these days, and I for sure wasn’t a big fan of people showing up at my door unannounced.
The arrival of the Summer King and Winter King would screw up my plans if I let them.
I immediately squatted under the counter while everyone else in the club seemed to freeze and stared at Baron and Rowan like they were superstars. Hushed murmurs spread like the summer rain.
“Cover me
, Indira,” I whispered. “If the two dudes come to ask about me, you tell them I don’t work here anymore.”
“Are they the assassins?” Indira whispered back. “You’re so screwed, Evie. Even I can’t help you now.”
“No, they’re worse. They told me they’re the silly kings.”
“Seelie.” Indira’s eyes went round. “It’s S-E-E-L-I-E. They’re the formidable, scary, and cruel Seelie kings. They’re big deals. How did you tangle up with them, too?”
“By unfortunate accident?” I said. “I don’t see how they are big deals, but they are stalkers. Don’t look down at me! You’ll give me up, man. And stop talking to me before they’re gone.”
“They’re here,” Indira said and straightened her back.
“Lady Evie, why are you hiding from me?” Rowan said, leaning on the counter and peeking down at me. “I can scent you in a crowd of tens of thousands.”
He was bluffing. No one had that kind of nose.
“I wasn’t hiding,” I hissed. “I was looking for the tips I dropped. Some patrons are dirt cheap here and give meager tips, so every penny counts.” I showed them a dollar bill in my palm that I secretly pulled out from a pocket as I straightened up and rotated my neck. “Found it.”
“This is a bad place for you to work,” Baron growled. “You don’t need to stay in this shithole. I told you that it’d be my privilege to provide for you.”
“Stop it, Baron,” I said. “First, this is the most upscale club in the country. My friend, the legendary barmaid in the supernatural community,” I jerked a thumb toward Indira, “also works here. Don’t insult her as well. Second, when did I become your kept woman? Just because you were in my house once, invited by my sweet little sister, doesn’t mean you have the right to decide my life. And any further invitation to my house is revoked as of this second. For both of you.”
Baron narrowed his darkened eyes on me, and I glared back, my chin held high.
A drunk Fae swaggered to the counter and leered at me. “Hey, sugar.”