burst over her tongue, and she
groaned at the erotic sensation. Her pussy clenched, begging for attention,
but an overwhelming need to feel Grayson come inside her mouth flowed
through her.
His breath chuffed out in choppy pants, and his cock hardened further
between her lips as his balls tightened against his body.
"Katelyn!" he roared as hot come spurted against the back of her throat.
A surge of energy flowed through her, making her skin tingle and every
hair on her body stand on end.
She milked Grayson with her hand and lips until his spasms eased and
then finally stopped.
Katelyn ran her tongue along his softening length and then sat back on her
haunches to look up into his face.
Her body still ached with desire, and her skin was tight and sensitive.
Grayson 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,
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