Vision of Seduction (29 page)

concerned, because she could use her magic to kill both men in an instant if

needed.

Rough fingers grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her away from her cock

treat. "Grab her hair like this and then fuck her mouth hard. Give her no

mercy—she likes it hard and dominant." Aedan yanked on her hair until

she whimpered—with need. "Don't you, Sela?"

"Yes ..."

"Yes, what?" Aedan tightened his grip, holding her neck at an awkward

angle. "Tell this commoner what you want, and if you're good and you

please him, I'll reward you." He let go of her hair so fast she nearly toppled

over.

More moisture flooded her slit, and the still tender ring of muscle around

her ass tingled with anticipation at Aedan's mention of "reward." She bit

her lip, her dark desires overriding her pride. She stared at the stiff cock

still bobbing in front of her face and licked her lips. "I want it hard and

dominant." The words tasted like ashes inside her mouth, but she

reminded herself the reward would be worth a small concession.

A depraved smile curved the man's lips, and he stepped forward, grabbing

the sides of Sela's hair like handles and thrusting his cock into her mouth,

nearly gagging her.

Sela opened her throat and adjusted to his rhythm until she could breathe

through her nose and suck him with each hard thrust. Her fingers found

his balls, and she rolled them in her hand, enjoying the way they tightened

against his body with each pump inside her throat.

She constricted her lips around him.

He stiffened and cried out.

His balls contracted in her hand, and he arched his hips as his hot come

spilled down her throat.

His rapid breathing sounded harsh in the sudden silence of the room.

The man slid his softened cock out from her lips and then yanked her by

her hair to stand. As soon as she stood, he pulled her close, capturing her

mouth with his.

"Lie on your back on the floor." Aedan's voice sounded strained, and Sela

wasn't sure if this directive was for her or for the man. But when Aedan's

piercing gaze wasn't aimed at her, she stepped away, waiting for the man

to comply.

Aedan crushed her against the long line of his body almost gently and took

possession of her mouth as if he owned it. His tongue dipped inside her

mouth, and she was sure he could taste the other man's come mixed with

her blood from when she'd cut the inside of her cheek. She tried to wriggle

away, uncomfortable with this sudden lack of violence and heat. What had

happened to his anger and his possession?

He bracketed his arms around her, keeping her in place. "You're not willing

to give me whatever I desire, whore? Only obedience brings rewards."

Not sure what to answer, she shook her head. However, Aedan must've

taken the action as something positive because he brushed his lips over

hers before claiming her mouth again. When she relaxed against him and

let him lead the kiss, he bit her bottom lip hard.

A gasp tore from her throat at the unexpected sensation, and then the gasp

turned into a long, low moan. Maybe letting Aedan lead did have more

advantages than she had thought.

He grabbed the neckline of her tank top and yanked until the sound of the

cloth ripping echoed inside the room. The ruined top bared her breasts to

his hungry gaze, and he tossed the top to the floor.

Sela stumbled back and then caught her balance, unbuttoning her capris

and sliding them off until she stood only in her sandals and her red lace

thong.

Aedan growled and stalked forward to slip one finger under the red

triangle at the front of her thong to tease her aching clit. "I can smell your

arousal. Ask me for what you want, Sela. Ask me.

Her hips arched into his hand, and small jolts of arousal zinged straight

from her clit to every pore inside her body. She licked her lips, but words

still eluded her.

He leaned to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He clamped on to the

sensitive bud until she cried out, and another rush of moisture coated the

finger that still traced her slit. With his teeth still worrying her tightened

nub, he said, "Ask me."

"I... Will you fuck me in the ass?"

A groan of satisfaction emanated from Aedan, and he scooped her up,

turning her and setting her on top of the man who was now lying on the

floor. She straddled him, his cock teasing her slit where Aedan had just

touched her.

A quick rip came from behind, and her thong fell away, leaving her bare.

Aedan stripped and knelt behind her, his warmth burning through her as

his heavy cock lay against the crack of her ass like a promise of things to

come. He didn't speak, but he raised her and then positioned the other

man's cock at her core. "Don't move," he ordered. Then he bent her forward

so her palms rested on the other man's chest and her breasts swung under

her. He spread her ass cheeks and positioned the tip of his cock at her rear

opening.

Her thighs trembled as she obeyed his directive not to impale herself, and

now with two cocks positioned ready to thrust inside her, it took all her

willpower to keep her hips from arching to take them both.

Aedan reached around her, his arm bracketed low across her stomach, and

then suddenly he thrust inside her while he pushed her down onto the

other cock.

Sela cried out as they both filled her, the sensation almost too much for her

body to take. Before she could recover or grow used to the feeling, Aedan

had both lifted her off the other man and pulled out of her, leaving her

empty and bereft.

Then he filled her from both sides again, thrusting into her while slamming

her down, using her body for his own pleasure. She wondered briefly if he

could feel the other cock so close to his own and yet separated by her inner

muscles.

Aedan set up a punishing rhythm, and all Sela could do was hold on. The

sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the room along with the pungent

smells of sex and sweat.

Her inner muscles tightened and pulsed as she neared her peak, and just

before she shattered, Aedan barked against her ear, "Kill him," and then

thrust inside her again.

Sela exploded. Her orgasm fueled her magic, and she poured it down into

the man's chest even as he spurted his come deep inside her.

16

“Gray." Alyssandra stopped Grayson in the hallway. "Where's Katelyn?"

He studied Alyssa for a long moment, noting the furrows between her dark

brows and the shadows in her liquid lavender eyes. "She's changing. We're

going back to the hot springs— without Ryan this time."

"Ryan told me about this afternoon. I guess he does have horrible timing."

Alyssandra smiled. "Though I remember you being unapologetic about

things like that when it came to me and Stone in similar situations."

Grayson shrugged and resisted giving Alyssa an answering smile since he

knew he was guilty as charged. "What's happened? You look like you're

bearing bad news."

"Some good, some concerning." She shrugged, which jiggled the full globes

of her breasts that peeked from under her half top. "One of the guards we

assigned to Rita's shop just gave us a report. They caught a Cunt

ransacking Katelyn's apartment above the shop. He escaped before they

could find out what he was after."

Anger and a strong need to protect Katelyn—and Rita, because Katelyn

cared about her—rose into Grayson's chest.

The queen held up a hand, forestalling his outburst. "We pulled some

strings and had Detective Damien assigned to the case. Nothing seems to

be missing, but Rita is suspicious."

Grayson nodded. He had met the half-Klatch detective. In fact, he

remembered the man's mother had used to visit Grayson's family when

Grayson was small. Many years ago, Damien's mother had moved

permanently to Earth, where her son wouldn't bear the mark of a half

breed. Grayson had heard she had died recently.

"What would they want with Katelyn's apartment?" He rubbed his chin

with his fingers, noting the beginnings of rough stubble. "I thought Rita

would be more a target than Katelyn's personal things."

"We did, too. However, the guards found these." She held up two journals

covered in rich burgundy leather. The bindings were worn and the pages

wavy as though they had seen heavy use.

He opened the first journal and noticed Katelyn's name written in

childhood cursive along with dates that would've made her about eight

years old.

"Look at the fourth of July. I haven't read all of it, but that entry caught my

attention. There may be more of interest."

Wednesday, July 4

There's a Fourth of July party today, but of course I'm not invited because I knew

Jenny Warner's grandmother would have a heart attack and die on that cruise last

month. It's not my fault she died, but that stupid Jenny told everyone I cursed her

gran. She said if they talk to me, their families will die, too. I thought Jenny was

my friend, and I only wanted to warn her. Now she hates me. Just last month we

were having sleepovers at each other's houses, and now she's turned all the kids at

school against me. It's so unfair! Why do I have to have these stupid visions

anyway?

Mom said we can go watch fireworks when she and Dad get home from work, but

I'm still never speaking to Jenny again! And I won't waste my time telling anyone

else anything I see either. The only people I can trust with that are my parents and

Prince.

So, while Jenny's party was going on, I stayed home and went to play with Prince

in the castle. It was raining there today, so not many adults were around to see us.

We played tag in the big maze made out of plants next to the huge waterfall.

Prince always cheers me up. He doesn't seem to mind my visions. I told him I saw

him in a vision where he's all grown up, marrying a pretty blond lady with big

blue eyes. Prince just laughed and told me all his people have dark hair, and

marriage was too far away to think about. I wonder where he got that scar in my

vision though. It looks like it had to hurt!

I was a little disappointed that he didn't like red hair, because he's not so bad for a

boy. Maybe I'll marry him myself someday since we like the same things. Besides,

redheads have to be better—that stupid Jenny has blond hair. Ick!

It seems to me people should like each other before they get married, but Prince

says the marriages are arranged for them. I don't think I'd like that too much.

What if you get stuck with someone totally gross?

Anyway, this is the best part! When we were playing hide-and-seek, I found an old

alcove that was totally closed in and all walled off by hedges around the base of the

waterfall. It didn't look like anything would be back there, so I was surprised to see

it. It was the first time ever Prince hasn't found me! Ha!

It was a little hard to get to, and I ripped my new green shirt, but it was worth it.

There was a three-sided statue that was all grown over with vines and moss, but

when I cleaned it off, it turned out to be pretty and white like all the rocks in

Prince's world. All three sides of the statue were really pretty women with big

boobs, and I even think they were naked! It's a good thing I didn't show Prince—

boys shouldn't see that stuff. Anyhow, the ladies all had funny triangle drawings

on their stomachs, and I really liked the side with the eye. I wonder if she is a Seer

like me? Wouldn't that be cool!

Gotta go! Time for dinner. When I'm done I'll get my colored pencils I got for my

birthday and draw the cool triangle.

Grayson swallowed hard as emotions he couldn't name made his chest and

throat tight. What would it have been like to know Katelyn as a child? He

winced against the sudden pain of lost time with her and then glanced

back at the drawing, studying it for several minutes, trying to picture what

Katelyn had seen that day.

He shook his head and glanced up at Alyssandra, only to see his own

confusion mirrored in her eyes. "Why wouldn't she remember something

like that if she remembered Ryan?"

"It was one day out of a little girl's life. I doubt she thought it was

important—just an interesting discovery." Alyssandra ran her fingers over