Warrior Fae Trapped by K. F. Breene

Author:K. F. Breene [Breene, K. F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Vampires, Romance
Goodreads: 47490899
Published: 2019-09-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Snap out of it, Charity, she silently berated herself, trying to pull herself together. Trying to shrug off that fiery touch. The pounding of her core.

A text from Macy swam into view. Is he there?

Charity was way too young to be gawking at an electronic device like a hog looking at a wristwatch. “I need to silence this…”

“I’ll do it.” Donnie’s fingers slid across hers as he took the phone, sending raging tingles through her body. He flicked a button on the side. It vibrated once. Then he analyzed the message. His thumbs flew across the screen, too fast to be human.

Why didn’t that jog her out of this horribly delicious lust daze?

Yes. Were gonna hang out 2nite, the text read.

“No,” Charity whispered, reaching for her phone.

Donnie used her lean to his advantage, dropping his mouth and catching her lower lip between his.

The world burst into color. Her body lit up with desire.

A distant part of her registered the prickled skin, like red ants biting. It was utterly lost to the moment.

A moan sounded in her throat, long and low. She’d spent all those lonely nights dreaming that he’d kiss her. That he wouldn’t care about her lack of money. That he’d choose her over all his other options. And now it had come true.

She couldn’t tear herself away. She couldn’t dislodge the feeling of worth this moment gave her. Like a dumb girl, she let him angle his head and then open her lips. His tongue flicked in playfully. The hand behind her neck tightened, pulling her in close. The other hand found her thigh. The kiss intensified, her senses lost to the feel of him, to the heady sensation of her dreams meeting reality.

“Excuse me, you two! That is completely inappropriate!”

Donnie backed off, his eyes hungry, his smile triumphant. He turned his head toward the professor, who was two seconds away from telling them to get out.

“Sorry, Professor Banks,” Donnie said in his strange, musically hypnotic voice. “Please, continue.”

The professor opened his mouth…then closed it. He smiled in a dreamy sort of way. “Yes, of course. Now, let’s speak about the indigenous people in Australia.”

Donnie turned back to an awestruck Charity. “Take notes, babe. You hate getting behind.”

Charity blinked. She held out her hand slowly, not totally in charge of her motor skills. “My phone, please.”

He smiled at her and leaned down for another kiss.

She backed away this time, flushed. “Phone. Please.”

Her thigh felt cold when he lifted his hand. With a coy smile, he reached into his shirt pocket and extracted her phone. It buzzed as he handed it over, three messages displayed on the screen.

I’ll meet you out front after, she sent to Macy.

To Devon’s message of R u fucking stupid??? she replied, No. I didn’t write that message. I’m fine.

She wasn’t fine. The daze wouldn’t go away. Desire clutched her tightly and begged her to give in. To claim what she’d always believed she wanted.

Devon: Leave class NOW!

“Charity, should I take notes for you?” Donnie asked, like a dream man.

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