Fever Fae

by Meg Xuemei X

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  Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings Book 2)

  “I’ll ravish you for hours. Days. I won’t ever stop.” That’s the Fae Kings’ ritual of claiming. Sorry I asked.

  The three Fae kings insist I’m their fated mate, and they’re terrible at sharing.

  I know I should turn my back on them before they ruin me.

  They’re too ruthless, feral, possessive, and well, too hot for me to feel safe.

  A girl would have a better chance of swimming with sharks than walking among the predatory Fae, let alone tangling with them between the sheets.

  But did I adhere to my own advice?

  And now my unbridled lust complicates everything, leading me straight into the Dawn Queen’s trap. To claim the kings for herself, she thrusts me into the Wild Hunt—a deadly game no one has ever escaped.

  WAR OF THE GODS

  This darkly sexy Reverse Harem Fantasy boxed set includes:

  A bonus novella: A Court of the Beginning and the End (The novella is not included in the audio boxed set.)

  Book 1: A Court of Blood and Void

  Book 2: A Court of Fire and Metal

  Book 3: A Court of Ice and Wind

  Book 4: A Court of Earth and Aether

  They call me beautiful. They call me a monster. Soon, they'll call me death.

  As a direct descendant of the God of Death, Cassandra Saélihn is considered the most dangerous monster of all time. Her own mother locks her in a cage to protect the world from her. Cass thought this jail would be her world for a lifetime, but then four sexy, formidable warriors--a vampire lord, twin fae princes, and a demigod--find her.

  They claim she's not a monster, but a powerful weapon.

  The Olympian gods have begun to destroy the Earth with a vengeance, and only she can stop and kill them. But Cass has a mind of her own and can't be told what to do, no matter how drawn she is to her four warrior saviors.

  To their dismay, the four warriors can't tame the wild, cunning, and volatile Cass. But they have a bigger problem--their growing attraction toward her.

  To turn the woman they desire into the ultimate weapon and ensure Earth's survival, they'll have to conquer her body and heart, which seems even harder than winning the war against the atrocious gods. But nothing turns these alpha males on more than an impossible dare. And nothing turns Cass on more than being stalked.

  SNEAK PEEK: WAR OF THE GODS

  “Stop being childish, Cass,” Lorcan chided me. “This isn’t play. I didn’t go to such great lengths to rescue you for the fun games in your mind.”

  “What do you want from me then?” I said, my mouth suddenly dry.

  No one would just let me out of the cage out of pure kindness or for the justice of the world.

  “I want to be straightforward with you,” he said. “I know you aren’t ready, but we need to make you ready as soon as possible. We don’t have much time. The world is burning. We need you to save it.”

  “What?” I almost spat out my drink, but I swallowed it just in time.

  Reysalor edged closer to me, lending me his warmth and support. Lorcan gave him another harsh look, evidently not pleased with how cozy the panther and I were.

  “You have no idea what’s going on in the outside world,” Lorcan said.

  I sizzled with anger. Was it my fault that I had been locked up?

  “The mortal civilization is collapsing,” Lorcan said, as if it meant something to me. “Half the world is burned away. It’s only a matter of time before the immortal realm will be breached. If the human terrain is destroyed, the immortal realm that’s connected to it will become a shadow, and all of us on this planet will face extinction.”

  I hadn’t seen the mortal realm burning in my dream visits, but then I hadn’t had dreams for over a year. I’d been nearly broken and too weak to dream-visit any place.

  “So, the world is burning,” I said. “How am I supposed to save it?” I put up my hands, palms facing him, and wiggled my fingers. “Put out the fire with my small hands?”

  I snatched another full glass from across the table and took a gulp of the sweet juice.

  “You don’t need to put out any fire,” Lorcan rasped, clearly not liking my tone. “That’s not your job.” He heaved out a breath. “But we’ll need you to kill the most powerful beings—the gods from Mount Olympus.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh, and it was too late for me to swallow a mouthful of juice. It shot right toward the High Lord of Night, splashed onto his spotless, white shirt before he could duck.

  I stared at his shirt, my eyes wide. I’d ruined it. Then my gaze moved to his face. A muscle jerked on his jaw, and his gray eyes darkened a notch.

  Jade moved toward him, ready to assist in any way, even in stripping him. She would love that, wouldn’t she?

  I inhaled slightly as the erotic dream entered my mind again. The High Lord had looked deliciously hot when he was naked. Would he look like that in reality?

  Lorcan waved her back, and she retreated, sending me a death glare.

  “Oh, that was most unfortunate,” I said.

  Reysalor roared with laughter and rolled on the floor.

  I used great effort to straighten my face into a neutral expression. I really shouldn’t laugh in his face. The vampire lord was an extremely dangerous and powerful being. Pissing him off too much would do me no good. He wouldn’t provide me with free meals then. And then I’d have to hunt my dinner like a wild beast. I didn’t even know how to hunt.

  “How am I to kill the gods?” I asked meekly. That was my best effort to appease him. He’d sounded absolutely ridiculous when he’d demanded I kill the most powerful beings. And it wasn’t just one god.

  If he and his vampire army couldn’t kill the gods, how was I supposed to? The prick wanted to send me on a suicide mission, and he sounded like he felt entitled to do just that.

  Out of the cage and marching to death? And it wouldn’t be a good death for me.

  Anger pulsed in me.

  Jezebel had locked me up to control me. This vampire lord had set me free to use me as a tool. One way or the other, they just couldn’t leave me the hell alone.

  I hadn’t even filled my stomach yet, and he’d already figured out a way to use me, as if putting such a burden on my shoulders was a fucking noble thing to do.

  Maybe Reysalor wanted the same. I gave him a searing look. His friendliness might all be an act. At least he had the decency to look sorrowful and guilty.

  “And what gives you the idea that I’m capable of slaying the gods?” I asked tightly.

  “The gods have crippled the human technology,” Lorcan said. “Now only magical beings can stand a chance against them. But none of the shifters, fae, vampires, demons, or mega are powerful enough to take them. You’re probably the only one who can kill the gods, if our visions are right.”

  What visions? My mother’s visions had put me in a cage and his just might kill me.

  I hadn’t even been able to use my power to toss him away and burn him when he’d grabbed me on the stairs.

  Lorcan regarded the doubt I knew was written over my face. “We’ll train you and bring out your latent power,” he said in an uncompromising tone. “We’ll start once you’re done with your brunch.”

  The fucker didn’t even want to give me three meals. He combined breakfast and lunch and called it brunch.

  And bringing out my power? My mother had spent all her life to prevent just that.

  “Tell me, why should I give a fuck if the world burns?” I said, putting my foot on the arm of the chair near me in defiance.

  While I had been left to rot in the cage, the world lived on. Men and women ate, drank, laughed, and fucked. I’d heard them, watched them, a
nd envied them whenever I dream-visited them. I craved their lives, but all I had when I opened my eyelids were a barred iron cage, the cold walls, my panicked panting, and tears burning my puffed eyes.

  Maybe it was their turn to suffer a little?

  Lorcan and Reysalor traded a quick glance, like two conspirators in a dirty secret.

  “I hope the fire reaches this realm and burns this place to ash,” I muttered.

  It would leave no place for Jezebel to trap me again. If the vampires were afraid of the gods and could do nothing to stop their advance, then the gods’ fire could melt my cage to a lump of metal.

  Perhaps I’d join the gods instead of letting Lorcan and Reysalor use me as a weapon to kill them, which was fucking suicide anyway.

  I didn’t say it out aloud, but I was sure a cunning killing light flashed in my eyes, because the vampire lord’s bitch was about to charge me, even though Lorcan simply regarded me coolly with slight distaste.

  I glanced at the food on the table, and I no longer had the appetite.

  “When the world is all burned, you’ll have no place to stay, either,” Lorcan said. “And the gods won’t leave you alone, especially if they know who you are.”

  My nose wrinkled. “Who am I?”

  A dangerous light glinted in his eyes. The vampire had icy fire, but beneath it I read his uncertainty. He didn’t know either. But I had a hunch he’d interrogated Jezebel and her vampire king about my legacy and hadn’t gotten much out of it.

  She would never reveal her parentage and who my father was to anyone. She’d only told me once that I was a bastard in blood. I knew what that meant. I was unwanted.

  The High Lord of Night was frustrated.

  Jezebel’s mind was a mess of threads, tainted by her madness. Her only good use was her blood. And she must have been a good fuck for King Dario to keep her around all this time.

  I didn’t know how or why, but Jezebel was even more damaged than I.

  “Why don’t you tell me who you are, Cass?” Lorcan taunted with a purr in his voice.

  “Here’s what I am,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m the wildest thing who never should have been caged. The mistake Jezebel made will be corrected. You can’t control me, so don’t even try. I’m ruthless and reckless. I won’t obey any laws or rules—not yours or anyone’s. I have no sense of morals, shame, or honor. It’ll be pointless to use those damn concepts to mold and manipulate me. I carry no bond but my own freedom. And I won’t allow anyone to use me as a weapon. Use me as a pawn, and I’ll kill the kings and queens on both sides.”

  A lick of black fire twirled up my arms and into my tri-colored hair like a snake. It should have scared them, but both the vampire lord and panther stared at me, mesmerized.

  “You’re a survivor, Cass,” Lorcan said.

  “And my every survivor instinct tells me not to do your bidding,” I said. “When you tore open that cage, you thought you found the treasure—a weapon you could use. Unfortunately, you got me.”

  You are the treasure, Reysalor said in my head.

  I glanced at him. He looked sincere and gazed at me like I was the most precious thing to him. My heart fluttered, and I was turned on. I was so fucked.

  “You’re exactly what I’ve been searching and waiting for, for an eon, Cass,” Lorcan said. “Even though we don’t know your true heritage yet.”

  Hadn’t they heard my fierce statement?

  “If you’re trying to mess with my head, it won’t work,” I said. “I’m not naïve.”

  Why don’t we do this, Cass baby? Reysalor said, and Lorcan leaned forward. He could hear the beast talking to me. You’ll have the final say on whether you want to kill the gods or not. In the meantime, we’ll train you and make you stronger. We have eons of experience at your disposal. Use us. Take advantage of us. When you’re powerful enough, no one will ever put you away like your mother did or they’ll suffer your wrath, and ours.

  That sounded fine. But too easy. The terms were all for my benefit. Reysalor might be on my side, but Lorcan didn’t strike me as someone who would put other people’s interests first.

  My suspicious gaze traveled between the vampire and the beast.

  “What do you have to lose, Cass?” Lorcan said. “Strike a deal with us. Lay down your conditions. Make your demands. I’ll meet them if they’re reasonable.”

  Right, they needed me in the future, but I needed them now. As Reysalor had said, it was up to me in the end if I wanted to kill the gods or not. I’d watch out for myself every step of the way, so they couldn’t dictate my path.

  “I don’t like the idea of brunch,” I ground out.

  Lorcan arched an eyebrow.

  “There must be three meals a day: breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” I insisted.

  “Fine,” Lorcan said.

  “And in between, there’ll be snacks to my liking,” I said, deciding to push it further.

  “That can be arranged as well,” Lorcan said on a sigh.

  Our gazes locked. He looked at me as if I was his snack.

  “No one’s fangs get near my neck,” I said. “If anyone thinks I’m the snack, they better be ready to have their teeth pulled out. I’ll never be a blood whore.”

  Reysalor snarled. I’ll kill anyone before they can seek your blood. He glared at Lorcan in warning, and Lorcan returned the glare, albeit wearily.

  Two conditions settled. I ventured for more.

  “I’ll have a hot bath daily,” I said. “Sometimes two if I’m too hot and sweaty.”

  “You’ll have your hot bath,” Lorcan said.

  “I want my own, independent suite.”

  “That’s pushing it, Cass,” Lorcan said. “You’ll stay in the secured room next to mine so the panther can guard you at daytime and I’ll guard you at night. One of us will always be with you. We can’t trust anyone here.”

  I opened my mouth to protest, but his statement “we can’t trust anyone here” struck a chord in me.

  “Fine,” I said. “I’ll compromise on that. You two really know how to drive a hard bargain.” I pursed my lips. “I think that’s it. I’ll amend my terms when I think of something else.”

  “And I have my conditions as well,” Lorcan said.

  I frowned at him.

  “Can’t let you have all the fun,” he said, but there was nothing teasing about his tone. “You’ll not be lazy.”

  I glared at him. “That’s an insult.”

  “You’ll train as hard as you can,” he continued, holding my gaze coolly. “You won’t make an excuse to stay in bed. And I don’t want to hear constant whining, either.”

  “I don’t whine!”

  “And you’ll listen to our instructions instead of constantly defying us.” His list kept going.

  “Our? Us? Please define who that consists of,” I cut in. “I’m not going to take everyone’s stupid instructions.”

  “There are only two you need to listen for now: Reysalor and me,” Lorcan said. “And most important, you’ll promise not to run away before you come to full power.”

  “When will that be?” I asked. That would be the day I would truly be free.

  “It’ll depend on how well you listen to us and practice as instructed,” Lorcan said, regarding me with a brooding and calculated look.

  He made it sound like he was the star mentor everyone craved.

  I snorted. My ass.

  “Oh, one more thing,” I said slyly. “I pick my own clothing.”

  “You have a closet full of them,” he said. “Pick whatever you want.”

  “None of them are what I want,” I said, shuffling my skirt. “We’ll need to go shopping, and the sooner the better, so we can start the training.”

  That was a ruse.

  I had dream-visited the shopping malls. I desperately wanted to go there in the flesh, and maybe sneak into a theater with a large bucket of salty, buttered popcorn. That would be like heaven.

  From now on, I wanted to live
a little, even though they demanded I train to kill the gods.

  “We can’t go to the mortal realm,” Lorcan said. “It’s not safe for you. As I said, we don’t want any spies to get the wind of you. Besides, half of the mortal realm was burned.”

  That sounded depressing. What if the places that I’d wanted to go to had already been leveled? It seemed the gods were menaces. Maybe one day I would take them out if they pissed me off enough—that is, if I could.

  “We’ll take you to a clothing store around here,” Lorcan sighed, as if he’d suffered enough of me. “And after that, you’ll train.”

  “Deal,” I said with a smirk, running my fingers over Reysalor’s thick fur in victory. The motion brought a hungry, envious look to Lorcan’s eyes, as if he wanted to be the panther. I glanced at the beast, who winked at Lorcan.

  I got up so fast that the chair screeched on the floor.

  “Who’s going shopping with me then?” I grinned. But as Lorcan turned to glance at Jade, I shook my head and wiggled a finger. “No, no, no. I don’t want her. She’ll suck the joy out of everything.”

  There was no way I was going to give the vampire bitch a chance to strike me first.

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  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.

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