Vision of Seduction (11 page)

Grayson knelt again and skimmed his hand up one ankle to her calf.

Katelyn's bottom lip trembled as his gaze locked with hers. She struggled

to breathe normally, as if the air had suddenly become the consistency of

molasses.

The warmth of his hand continued its leisurely path up her leg, pushing up

the skirt as it went. When he reached her knee, his hand settled

possessively at the start of her thigh, and his other hand went to work,

giving her left leg the same treatment.

The normally silky cotton of her skirt scraped against her sensitive skin

until her entire body began to tremble from the overload of sensations.

When his second hand finished its path to her knee, he edged closer until

her inner thighs brushed against his waist. He hooked his hands behind

her knees and pulled her down farther in the chair until her head gently

bumped against the back of the chair and he could press himself tight

between her splayed thighs.

Her skirt bunched in her lap, and his breeches scraped exquisitely across

her bare flesh. Heat from Grayson's body seared into her, and a new rush

of moisture rushed to her slit. She knew if he dipped his fingers inside her

folds, she would be slick and ready for him.

A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, reminding her they were out in the open,

and anyone could walk in on them. That knowledge only seemed to make

this more erotic.

Grayson leaned forward, his stomach rubbing her swollen clit even

through the layers of his clothes and hers. His large hands wrapped

around her sides, his thumbs caressing the bottom curve of her breasts as

he closed his mouth over one swollen cloth-covered nipple.

The sudden heat and wetness sizzled pure energy from her nipple straight

to her clit, and she cried out as she buried her fingers in Grayson's hair. The

silky strands were warm and soft and only added to the sea of sensations

her body was trying to process simultaneously.

Grayson sucked hard, and the exquisite friction of her shirt and bra

between her breast and his mouth nearly drove her insane.

"Please, Grayson. Stop teasing me." Her voice sounded hoarse and unused.

Grayson only chuckled and switched his attention to the other breast until

Katelyn squirmed in the chair and bucked against him, trying to find

enough friction to come.

He laughed and arched away from her, staying just out of reach of her

aching clit. "Patience, Seer." He traced his fingers under the hem of her top,

gently pushing up the cloth and following the path with kisses that

threatened to shatter her sanity.

When he finally dragged the top off over her head, leaving her sitting in

her bra and bunched up skirt, the cooler air against her heated body raised

goose bumps all over her exposed skin.

"Red lace." His voice held a reverent note as he stared down at her as if she

were a priceless piece of art. "Beautiful cloth, but you would look much

better bare."

He slipped his index finger under the front hook of her bra, and with one

simple movement, popped the clasp open and spread the cloth away from

her as though opening a long-awaited present.

"I didn't think the women here wore bras." Her voice was husky and low.

"How did you get so good at that?"

His smile was predatory. "A man must learn all manner of useful skills so

he is prepared for any situation."

Grayson's eyes darkened until the amethyst appeared nearly black.

He cupped her breasts in his large palms, and all her thoughts scattered.

Her entire body had become an erogenous zone, and Grayson's firm

caresses tightened the vortex of need swirling inside her and she bit her lip

to keep from crying out.

He gently pinched her nipples, and her clit throbbed and pulsed as her

breath backed up in her lungs. Her head thrashed back and forth as she

silently begged him for more, unable to make her body work enough to

ask.

He pressed his body against hers, bringing his waist snug against her

aching clit. Then his mouth closed over her right breast while he pulled

and kneaded the nipple of the other.

The storm inside her howled its fury, and her insides tightened until she

thought she would snap from the pressure.

Grayson gently scraped his teeth over her sensitive peak, and she

exploded.

A surge of energy flooded through her, snaking along every nerve ending.

Almost as if she were outside herself, she was still aware of Grayson

sucking and licking her breasts and grinding himself against her aching

slit. She rode the wave of sensations until her awareness merged with her

body once more.

She found herself close to another orgasm, and tried to suck air into her

lungs to slow the rapidly swirling sensations. Her fingers were still buried

in his hair, and she gently pulled his face away from her, the loss of friction

making her cry out.

His gaze again locked with hers, his expression dark and dangerous—but

with passion, not with anger.

Her chest rose and fell as she sucked in breath after breath, trying to get her

body to equalize. And yet every inch of her wanted Grayson to continue

pleasuring her and never stop.

His hand still rested on her thigh over her skirt, and she reached down to

grab his fingers in hers. She guided his hand under her skirt and laid it

against the crotch of her panties.

"I'll give you as much as you let me, Seer." He slipped one finger under the

cloth to gently trace her opening. He groaned and clenched his jaw as

though fighting for restraint. "You are so slick and wet for me, Katelyn." He

traced her some more, and then a feral smile curved his lips. "You still have

your curls. In our shared vision I had imagined you bare."

She opened her mouth to deny that she was slick and wet for him, but she

couldn't bring herself to say the words.

Grayson traced her swollen folds and dipped inside her slick slit to probe

and explore.

Katelyn couldn't look away, her gaze was locked with Grayson's.

Without breaking eye contact, Grayson pulled the lacy ties downward, and

Katelyn lifted her hips to let him slide them over her legs.

When she sat back against the chair with only her skirt between her and

the chair, she felt wicked and erotic. In invitation, she opened her thighs as

far as they would go.

His gaze seared into hers as he dipped one long finger inside her.

Her internal muscles gripped him, and she tried to arch her hips to take

more of him, but his other hand anchored her to the chair.

Grayson slid another thick finger into her. Katelyn whimpered as he fingerfucked her in long, sure strokes. She fisted her hands into the folds of her

skirt that bunched beside her in the chair as she drowned in Grayson's

tense gaze. The vortex inside her tightened again, and she panted as she

neared the brink.

Grayson withdrew his fingers, pulling a near sob from Katelyn's lips.

Before she could object, he traced her slit, evenly distributing her moisture

from her ass to her clit. He teased her swollen nub only enough to keep her

drowning in arousal, but not enough to push her over the edge.

His gaze seared into her, and her logical mind wanted to rebel and wrest

away control, but her body seemed to enjoyed the suspense of letting him

do whatever he wanted. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and then

dropped his gaze to look at her naked pussy.

Katelyn was astonished to feel exposed and vulnerable. She usually wasn't

shy in this type of situation, but Grayson's hungry gaze nearly incinerated

her on the spot.

He held her thighs wide with his hands and looked his fill. "Beautiful…."

The words were a rumbled whisper, and when he threaded his hands

through closely trimmed curls on her mons, she gasped at the feathery

light sensation—so different from the earlier pressure he had applied

inside her and along her slit." Klatch women stay shaved, as do most of the

Earth women I have seen." He grinned up at her. "I love your beautiful red

curls, Katelyn."

Heat burned into her chest and neck, and she was horrified to realize he'd

made her blush. She tried to close her legs and push down her skirt, but he

was still between her legs, his fingers feathering over her.

He leaned forward, trapping her body against the chair and his hand

against her slit. "Don't be embarrassed, my enchanting Seer. You've

nothing to be ashamed of at all." He captured her lips as if they were his to

possess and control.

Katelyn tried to take control of the kiss, but he refused to relinquish to her.

Instead, he slipped his tongue between her lips and brazenly explored her

mouth.

He traced her slit and then simultaneously teased both her anus and her

clit with the tips of his thick fingers.

Katelyn gasped, and Grayson swallowed the sound. No one had ever

played with her ass before, and she was shocked to find it erotic and

pleasurable.

He began a teasing stroke, dipping just inside her and then pulling back.

She arched her hips, begging for more, and he obliged her, entering her

farther each time until the flat of his hand slapped against her at the apex

of each thrust.

The intensity of their kiss and Grayson's attentions burned through

Katelyn. Her hands fisted in the shoulders of his tunic, keeping him

pressed close to her as their tongues explored each other's mouths and his

fingers continued to penetrate her.

The soft whooshing of wind through the trees and birds singing only

increased her pleasure.

Grayson's breathing turned as choppy as her own, and his hips began a

thrusting rhythm in time with his probing fingers and her arching hips. His

free hand gripped the hair at Katelyn's nape, capturing her against him and

assaulting her with sensations.

The air around them prickled with energy, and Katelyn's entire awareness

spiraled tighter and tighter until she knew her body could take no more.

The soft scrape of Grayson's tunic against her engorged nipples, and his

rough hand pounding against her swollen labia, fed into the pool of

sensations flowing through her until she shattered.

Pleasure and raw energy pulsed through her, singeing along every nerve

ending and making her cry out. Distantly she was aware that Grayson had

stiffened against her, the vibrations of his low groan rumbling through her

to join with the other sensations washing over her.

The scrape of a shoe made them both stiffen, and Katelyn's eyes flew open

to see a man with Grayson's coloring and height staring at them—his

expression showing both surprise and hunger.

"My apologies. I was looking for Alyssandra. I'll leave you two alone." He

turned and disappeared through the doorway.

Mortification threatened to swallow Katelyn whole. She closed her eyes,

refusing to look at Grayson. "I just met the king, didn't I?"

6

Aedan sipped his bitter coffee as he scanned the dingy diner. It seemed

almost a cliché place to wait for his informant, but cliché meant it had been

used before—successfully.

The wallpaper was aged and yellowed, giving no clue as to the original

color. Booths with cracked vinyl tops sat in neat rows, while a boredlooking waitress popped her gum and took orders at snail speed. The smell

of old, burned grease permeated everything, and Aedan knew his clothes

would reek of it.

Six other diners had chosen to overlook the ragged appearance of the place

and gamble with their health to order food.

Aedan shook his head at the stupidity of humans.

He had arrived an hour earlier to ensure there were no non-humans here—

especially the Klatch royal guards. If they found out the identity of his

informant, months of careful work and planning would be ruined in an

instant. Apparently, the man had a network of spies in place back on

Klatch, and Aedan planned to use them all to the fullest.

Failure wasn't an option.

Sela had made that abundantly clear, and he was still healing from that

"discussion." He reached to touch the goose egg on the back of his head

where he'd hit the wall, and winced when pain lanced through him like

lightning.

Hot anger flowed through his veins, and he ground his teeth. Sela was a

beautiful and very dangerous woman—one he had hoped to tame. Her

rebuke had been a cold awakening of just how far he still had to go toward

that goal.

There had never been a king of the Cunts, but Aedan planned to change

that. Sela had kept a figurehead "husband" in place only to help keep an

eye on Alyssa until the time for her coming of age was near. When the false

ascension plan failed, Sela had wasted no time killing the man.

Aedan planned on being much more than a figurehead. He was Sela's

match in every way—and she would soon realize it when he thwarted the

Klatch's plans for the triangle. Then he would rule, at Sela's side, and both

Tador and Earth would be his.

The bells over the door jingled, signaling the arrival of Aedan's

informant—he hadn't bothered to learn his name, which had seemed to

give the man a false sense of security.