smiled down at her, his eyes dark with passion. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a Klatch. But at this point, I’m glad you’re human, and that my essence didn’t harm you.”
Katelyn filed that information away for later study. “Yeah, I think not. I can only provide arousal the good, old-fashioned way.”
“I think you have more power than you know.” Grayson dropped to his knees in front of her and then tumbled her backward onto the soft grass, capturing her arms over her head.
Katelyn squealed in surprise and then gasped as she found her hands magickally bound. She couldn’t see or feel the bindings, which only served to heighten her arousal. But a slow trickle of fear tripped down her spine. Visions had shown her situations she had no control over before, but this entire experience felt almost real, although she knew, like Grayson had said, her body was either asleep or unconscious.
Just what the fuck was going on here? “Let me up!”
“You’ve tormented me enough, witch.” Grayson smiled at her, a mischievous glint sparking inside his eyes. “It’s now my turn.”
Even though Katelyn had been a Seer her entire life, and many of her customers were practicing witches, she wasn’t a witch herself. However, she’d picked up enough of a working knowledge to understand and respect their path. “I’m not a witch, and I’ve never before run into whatever type of witch you think you are.”
He rubbed his stubbled jaw along the inside of her thigh like a cat marking his territory, scattering her thoughts. Goose bumps marched over her body, and her nipples tightened into hard buds.
When Grayson’s face neared her labia, he spoke. “A Klatch witch, Seer. Not a human practicing a set of beliefs, but a being who needs sexual energy to thrive.”
The meaning of his words scrambled inside her brain as his hot breath caressed her swollen clit. She arched her hips, offering herself, silently begging him to take her.
Using just the tip of his tongue, he gently traced a line from her clit down to dip inside her slick slit, and then back up to her clit. A surge of liquid fire flashed along Katelyn’s nerve endings with every swipe of his talented tongue, and she thrashed against her invisible bonds as the sensations seared through her body.
Katelyn gulped in a breath as Grayson sucked her clit between his lips. He continued to suck, even as his tongue teased the sensitive tip.
A vortex of tension curled inside her, tighter and tighter with each pull of his lips. The sensations roiling through her reached a fever pitch, and she knew her body couldn’t contain the sensations much longer.
Without thought, she struggled against her bonds and tried to twist away from his insistent mouth, but he palmed her ass inside his large hands and feasted on her—sucking, licking, and nipping until she thought she would explode.
A low keening filled her ears as a fine sheen of sweat broke out over her skin as he continued the relentless sensual assault.
Her orgasm slammed into her, stealing her breath and threatening to shred her reality. She rode the sensations as her body convulsed and Grayson continued to lick and suck.
She yanked against her bonds, expecting resistance, but they moved easily.
What the hell?
Katelyn gradually became aware of her sore body. Not the good ache after a steamy romp on the grass, but sore as if she’d been run over by an entire brigade of fire trucks.
Wisps of the “vision” floated inside her mind. The edges were fuzzy in the manner of a dream, but she knew without a doubt, that somehow, those events had actually occurred.
She resisted the urge to open her eyes because even the thought of opening them sent pounding pain along every nerve ending she owned—not to mention a few she was sure had been created purely to torture her.
Katelyn took a deep breath and then winced when the pounding increased.
Damn! I haven’t woken feeling this bad since that unfortunate night with an entire bottle of vanilla rum.
The thought of rum and all the long ago diet soda she’d drank with it kicked her bladder into high gear, and she mentally sighed.
Put on your big-girl panties and deal with it. You need to figure out what’s going on with the weird vision.
One of the unfortunate parts of being a Seer was having to interpret the visions she received. Sometimes they were very straightforward, but when there were subtle messages or misinterpreted symbols or events, life could really suck for a while. Katelyn knew she would have to make sense of the vision sooner or later, but first, she really had to pee.
With a silent plea to the universe to be merciful, she forced open her heavy eyelids. Light seared straight through her retinas and back inside her brain like a blowtorch. Katelyn groaned and pulled her forearm over her face until the pain receded to a tolerable level.
Memories of her shop in shambles flitted through her brain, waking her body better than any “hair of the dog” would have. Rita would freak when she saw the shop like that, no matter how good her evening had been with her spooky new boyfriend.
Good thing her friend was used to opening the store. Days in which Katelyn had visions were often days she didn’t make it into the shop at all because of the draining effects. Today she wasn’t sure she could even move.
A quick flash of guilt for leaving Rita alone to clean up the mess and to worry about her whereabouts caused Katelyn to frown, but when pain from even that small movement ping-ponged inside her head, she winced.
She rolled onto her stomach and allowed the world to stop spinning before she gingerly lifted her head and cracked her eyelids open again.
When only minimal pain branded her brain, she rubbed her eyes to clear the haze from her sight.
Shit—definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto.
The white walls with pink crystal veins running through them and the deep-colored, real-wood furniture made her think of a high-class hotel, only more homey somehow. Katelyn blinked, sure that this was an alcohol-induced illusion, and then bit back a yelp as she realized someone had installed sandpaper on the backs of her eyelids while she’d slept.
She curled into a protective ball, her forearm covering her face, her eyes firmly closed as she resolved never to open them again. “Someone just please shoot me. It would be more merciful.”
“Seer?”
The soft, musical voice startled Katelyn, and her brain kicked into high gear. She gritted her teeth and forced her eyelids open again.
“Are you all right, Seer? Is there something I can get you?” A pixie of a woman stood at the foot of the bed, her large eyes the same liquid amethyst color as Grayson’s.
As Katelyn tried to nod, a wave of nausea rocked her, and her stomach roiled and bucked.
The pixie woman rushed forward and grabbed a basin off the nightstand. She handed it to Katelyn just in time for her to embarrass herself and barf all over what appeared to be a very classy ceramic basin.
When Katelyn finished,
