Page 66 of Bitten By the Fae
I shivered, his nearness messing with my mind.
Until his words fully registered.
Glacier. I couldn’t recall ever mentioning myboyfriend’sname. Well, ex-boyfriend technically. He never prioritized our time together, our last missed date being the final straw for a lot of reasons. Not least of all because of Shade kidnapping me.
“How do you know about Glacier?” I asked, my voice taking on a husky quality I pretended not to notice.
“I know everything about you, Aflora,” he whispered into my ear. “You’ve been mine for longer than you know.”
“What does that even mean?” All these cryptic words about a fate he seemed to know everything about were driving me crazy. “Why did you bite me?”
“Because I was told to,” he replied against my jaw, his free hand coming up to cup my face.
I allowed him to guide my mouth to his, only because I was too flustered to stop him. And a small part of me wanted to taste him again, to feel the caress of his lips against mine.
Because Shade knew how to kiss.
Really,reallykiss.
His tongue mastered mine in a single move, silencing the conversation between us while providing me with a distraction I didn’t realize I craved.
He had this bizarre hold over me, one that drove logic out the window and replaced it with mind-numbingneed.
In this state, I longed for another bite. Not that I’d admit it out loud. Although, something told me I didn’t have to. Shade claimed to be in my blood, but that somehow linked to my mind. I could feel him infiltrating every square inch of me, taking over my existence with his own.
“I hate what you’re doing to me,” I admitted on a whisper, my attempt to pull back thwarted by his hand sliding into my hair and holding me in place.
“Your racing pulse and arousal say otherwise,” he replied, taking my mouth once more.
His earlier kiss paled in comparison to this one. He’d gone easy on me before. Now he demanded submission with each stroke of his tongue, his grip falling to my nape, where he squeezed and held me in place for his domination.
The binding around us seemed to slacken a little.
His arm moving against mine.
But I was too busy trying to keep up with the assault on my mouth to consider what else was happening.
He’d stolen my ability to breathe, his lips turning violent in a way I should hate. Yet my legs clenched in reply. My abdomen coiled. And the intimate parts of me wept for attention.
Wetdidn’t begin to cover it. Why was this turning me on so completely? Because of our bond? Another spell? Or did I enjoy this love-and-hate pull between us?
I whimpered, conflicted.
My mind loathed this male.
Whereas my body succumbed to his every touch, almost as if he’d trained me in my dreams to respond this way.
His lips curled against mine. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked softly, causing my brow to crumple.
“What?”
He brushed his mouth against my cheek before settling back into his chair. “We’re done,” he called out.
I blinked at him.
Then down at the paper he’d writtenwhilekissing me.
It disappeared before I could read it, and Headmaster Irwin appeared in the doorway holding the essay. His surprised expression told me whatever it said was not what he expected and probably not something I’d agree to at all. Shade had done something to override the lesson, in addition to kissing the life out of me.
