Page 33 of The Lord of the Labyrinth

Her body wanted this man—no, thisFae. Whatever he was, he was so harshly beautiful, even with his scars. He was enchanting. Nothing like she would have imagined a Fae would be. He was muscled and massive instead of slender, his hair silvery, not gold. And his eyes... Lord, those blue eyes were of a shade that escaped words.

“Kate, show me your mind...” Suddenly, it felt as though the world was spinning around her.

She was pulled into a memory.

She stood on the campus lawn of the University of Nebraska. Her father and Sandra had dropped her off four hours ago, and now she was exploring. She had located the student union on a campus map, and she had her book list printed off from her computer.

“Hey, freshman, look out!” someone shouted.

Kate was tackled to the ground by a young man only a few years older than her. The breath was knocked out of her lungs, disorienting her enough that she simply stared up at the man above her. He was really hot. His shaggy blond hair matched the faint smattering of freckles along his nose.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” The man winked at her, then realized he was lying on top of her in the grass. Trapped beneath a beautiful boy.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry.” He sat up and helped her to her feet. “Sorry, really. I didn’t want you to get hit.” He nodded toward a group of boys who were throwing a football on the lawn.

“I’m just glad I didn’t get hit.” Kate’s face heated as the young man continued to smile at her.

“You’re a freshman, right?”

“Yep. I was on the way to buy my books for the semester.” She held up her now crumpled list.

“Nice, need help?” he asked with a boyish grin.

“Oh...” Before she could really answer, he called out a farewell to his friends.

Then he took the list from her and examined it. “Abrams, huh? He’s nice but tends to ramble a bit,” the young man said as he glanced at her schedule.

“You’ve taken his international business transactions course?” Kate asked, excitement filling her.

“Yeah, last year. Wait, how did you get into this class? If you’re a freshman, you need to have met the prerequisites or get special permission.”

She couldn’t help but preen a little. “My advisor gave me permission based on my Advanced Placement courses from high school.”

The young man chuckled. “So you’re a hot nerd. I like it. I’m Justin.” He held out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Kate.” She shook his hand. “So, tell me more about Professor Abrams.”

The memory quivered, the surface rippling as though it were a lake into which someone had cast a stone. As the ripples cleared, Kate blinked and Roan lifted his mouth from hers, their faces a mere breath apart. Where had she just been? She couldn’t remember. Whatever she’d been thinking about... Had she been thinking about something? There was just a blank space within her mind. What had happened?

Roan’s blue eyes glowed, and Kate stared up at him, lost in his gaze.

“You will know no other man but me,” Roan said, his voice somewhere between a purr and a growl.

Caught in his trance, Kate traced his lips with her thumb, and he let her explore him as he leaned over her in the fairy bed. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. Was this really the same brooding king who had demanded she wait naked for him in his bed? Well, here she was in a bed with him, mostly naked. And all he’d done was kiss her in a way that had changed something within her on a chemical level. Nothing would ever be the same again now that she had tasted him.

Did that mean she was doomed? At that moment, Kate couldn’t find it in her to care. Roan kissed her exploring fingers, nipping them gently with his teeth. She shivered as she imagined those teeth nipping other places upon her body.

One of his hands slid down her stomach, gliding beneath the waistband of her panties and she gasped in surprise as his large palm cupped her mound.

“Mine, little pet, all mine,” he whispered roughly against her neck before he nibbled on her earlobe. The combination of his touch between her legs and the feel of his teeth biting down on such an erotic place as her earlobe sent jolts of pleasurable fire through body.

“Yes…” she panted as she lifted her hips, encouraging him to touch her more,to do more.

One of his fingers feathered over her clit and she squirmed against him. He chuckled, the sound dark and dangerous as he penetrated her slowly with two fingers, stretching her, invading her.

“You’re so tight, my darling. Do you have any idea how mad you make me?” he demanded with a seductive growl.

“I do?” she wanted him to keep talking, to hear how she made him feel.

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