I gasped and tried to face him, only to be yanked right back into his side by the powerful spell. “You are in my head!”
“No, I’m in your blood.” He kissed my neck before I had a chance to realize his intention, then nipped my pulse. “You’re mine, princess. Forever. Now either work with me or let’s go play in bed.”
“Never.”
“Stop lying to yourself,” he said softly. “I know how you really feel and so do you. The sooner we get past this brutal courtship period, the better. Because I’m dying to fuck you.”
“Shade!”
“What?” he demanded, his blue eyes glowing with power. “Would you rather I lie, too? Pretend my cock isn’t hard as granite right now from your flowery perfume and seductive curves?” He snorted. “And I don’t even like flowers. Yet all I can think about is exploring your petal-soft skin and dipping my tongue into your damp pussy. Because let’s be honest, we both know you’re wet. I can smell it, Aflora.”
My jaw nearly hit the floor, his crude words doing things to me that they most certainly shouldn’t.
And with Headmaster Irwin lurking in the other room.
Oh, Mother Earth, save me from this cruelly handsome fae!
“Mmm, and now it’s intensifying,” he mused, leaning in to nibble my neck once more. “Did Glacier not speak to you like this, baby? With intention and lust-filled promises?”
I shivered, his nearness messing with my mind.
Until his words fully registered.
Glacier. I couldn’t recall ever mentioning my boyfriend’s name. 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, really kiss.
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-numbing need.
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.