Vision of Seduction (6 page)

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 alcoholinduced 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, a cool, wet cloth was pressed against her brow, and

she accepted it gratefully, bracketing her hand over it to hold it in place.

Another cloth wiped her lips and then retreated as the basin was lifted out

of her hands and she was pushed back onto the soft pillow-top mattress.

Downy covers settled over her, and Katelyn huddled under them, her eyes

shut tight against the light.

The whoosh of drapes closing, and then the resulting blessed darkness,

made Katelyn sigh with relief.

She wondered briefly if she had been drugged, but then the vivid memory

of the blue bolt hitting her squarely in the torso returned with force. She

lifted her hand to touch her chest, wondering if the area was sore as it had

been inside her vision. When her fingers brushed her skin, pain flared as

though she was healing from a sunburn, and she winced again.

"Lie back and relax, Seer. It will take a while for the effects of the draining

spell to diminish. In the meantime, I've brought you food and drink to help

you recover."

"Draining spell?" Katelyn asked from between cracked lips. "Was that the

blue bolt?"

"Yes. Prince Grayson said one of the Cunts hit you with a draining spell

last night. And from the nasty bruise on your chest, I'd say it was a

powerful one."

"Prince Grayson?"

"Yes, my lady. Prince Grayson is the Seventh Prince of Klatch."

Katelyn's foggy memories supplied her with the meaning of Klatch—some

type of witch who supposedly thrived on sexual energy.

Right now, sex is the furthest thing from my mind—for once!

Katelyn didn't dare move the cool cloth but settled it more firmly over her

eyes, and she dropped her arms beside her on the bed, only now realizing

she was completely nude. She couldn't muster resentment at whoever had

undressed her, because the cool sheets against her body were actually the

only thing not painful about her current situation.

Questions sped through her mind, and she took a deep breath to slow

them, shoving the pain aside so she could concentrate on the here and now.

"Where am I?"

"You're on Tador, my lady. Prince Grayson was afraid the Cunts would

come back for you if he took you to your home."

Because her home was actually upstairs above the shop, she had to agree

with that.

Katelyn let the "cunts" comment go by ... for now.

She wasn't a big fan of that word—except for the few instances in which it

was warranted—but she had more pressing questions to worry about. "On

Tador? Is it a boat or a ship or something? And who are you?"

"I'm Holly, your lady's maid. And Tador is a planet. The home planet of the

Klatch."

Katelyn sighed. I had to ask, didn't I?

"Okay, Holly. I think I need that food and drink and a Volkswagen full of

aspirin before I can even process any of that. But first, I really have to pee."

4

Sela, the queen of the Cunts, paced away from Aedan and back.

Familiar anger surfaced, and she shook her head as she glanced around the

living room of the two-story Earth home in which she'd been forced to exist

since her banishment from Tador. She'd been cheated out of living in the

palace on her home planet, where, as the rightful queen, she should reside.

If the Klatch thought she would meekly give up and live out her days here,

they were mistaken.

After several deep breaths, she thought she could listen to Aedan's excuses

for more than five minutes without killing him. She turned a deadly glare

toward him.

Aedan, the leader of the team of five who had failed to capture the bastard

prince and the Seer, stood proud and unflinching.

Unsure whether she should be irritated that he showed no fear or feel pride

that he was brave enough to stand up to her, Sela crossed her arms in front

of her. "Tell me why I shouldn't rip out your heart?"

Aedan's white-blond hair fell to the middle of his back, accentuating his

broad shoulders and his clear blue eyes. It really would be a shame if she

was forced to kill him. Aedan had been quite adept at amusing her lately—

at least sexually. The man had a high tolerance for pain and could be quite

inventive in his sexual play.

However, she would never let a good piece of ass get in the way of

revenge.

It just wasn't good policy.

Aedan smiled, his features turning devastating and gorgeous instead of

just handsome. "My informant was correct, Sela. The Seer and the prince

were there, just as I was told."

"Which doesn't help us now. What about your pet human?"

"I missed our dinner plans last night, but she forgave me easily when I told

her I'd been mugged. She accepted me back and now thinks we are

engaged." A look of disgust marred his handsome features.

"No doubt a night of sex is why I see very little evidence of the attack on

you." Sela pointed her index finger at him. "Be careful to keep up

appearances. If she sees you heal too quickly from your fake mugging, it

will raise suspicions. Keep her close and content. If we are to use the Seer

to our advantage, we need a human who cares for her to sacrifice. Your

little Rita will do nicely."

"Yes, Sela." Aedan's eyes darkened, and he raked his gaze over her body in

a possessive gesture. "As you can see, all isn't lost, and you and I are

compatible in so many other ways."

Sela's nipples hardened against her silk tank top, and she resisted the urge

to lick her lips. A rush of hot arousal flowed over her skin as she

remembered vividly just how compatible they'd been the other night when

she'd let him fuck her while several other human women sucked on her

breasts and fondled Aedan's balls.

Business before pleasure ...

Aedan should never forget his place—even if he did make her scream his

name as his hot come spilled inside her.

Sela smiled and took a deep breath as she allowed her magic to build like

lava about to erupt. Then she relaxed and let the power flow through her

arm, out her fingers, and across the room. Before Aedan knew she was

displeased, her power slammed into him like a tidal wave.

He flew across the room, and his head made a loud crack against the far

wall. He groaned, and then slumped to the floor, leaving a large round

hole in the drywall.

An almost sexual thrill raced through Sela, and a laugh bubbled up from

her throat to fill the small room.

When Aedan's eyes fluttered open, smug pleasure curled deep in Sela's

belly.

It would have been extremely inconvenient to train a new operative, not to

mention a new lover, if he died. But maintaining discipline was always