Vision of Seduction. Cassie Ryan
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chest reverberated through his memories, and he smiled. “My Seer is a warrior, even if she doesn’t yet realize it. If we tell her up front, she will try to keep the control of the situation firmly in her own hands.” He glanced up, and his smile turned grim. “I agree that we don’t tell her until the time is right.”
3
Misty fog drifted around Katelyn’s ankles, even as she recognized the vision for what it was. Twenty-three years of experience made it almost impossible for her to mistake a vision for anything else.
Yet, this one was more vivid than usual—less déjà vu and more current somehow. She couldn’t pinpoint the differences, but she knew.
The air was heavy with water and ripe with the scents of plants and earth. Katelyn couldn’t see anything past the mist even though the sun warmed her and shined off the soft green grass under her bare toes. From the smells, this place reminded her of the beautiful, grassy meadow in her last vision.
“Good morning, Katelyn.”
The deep bass rumble that made her name sound like an exotic delicacy startled her, and she turned toward the voice.
Grayson emerged out of the mist, looking much as he had when she’d first seen him walk into her shop. A plain black T-shirt stretched over broad shoulders and down to a tapered waist. Tight jeans molded over muscular thighs before covering the tops of well-worn black cowboy boots.
His dark hair gleamed with amber highlights in the sunlight. He’d pulled it back into a simple ponytail. It looked soft and satiny, and Katelyn’s fingers literally itched to reach out and touch.
Grayson’s chiseled jaw and sensual lips would be enough to make him handsome, but those eyes the color of deep melted amethysts made him breathtaking.
Unease skittered along Katelyn’s spine as images of the battle inside her shop flooded back.
Shit! Did that actually happen?
It must’ve been another vision. Yet, it hadn’t felt like a vision, but rather like something that had actually occurred. And why would she have a vision of something so bizarre when all her visions usually came true in some form?
A sinking sensation churned deep inside her belly, and she concentrated, attempting to crystallize the images inside her mind’s eye.
Try as she might, she couldn’t remember anything past the blue beam that had slammed into her chest like a sledgehammer. When the vivid memory of the searing pain made her wince, she knew she hadn’t imagined the attack.
Katelyn squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory. Somehow, when the sizzling beam had struck her, she had known if the beam hadn’t stopped draining her energy, she would have died. She brought her hand to her chest, wincing again as she touched the sore spot left by the beam.
“Am I dead?” Even in her vision, her voice sounded hoarse and unused.
Grayson’s deep chuckle vibrated through her. She longed to press her body flush against his and ask him to laugh or even speak so she could see what those wonderful, low rumbles would do to her in close proximity.
“No. Far from dead, my beautiful Seer. Unconscious, or maybe even asleep but not dead.” He stepped close, and Katelyn’s breath caught in her throat.
Heat and energy pulsed between them, and every coherent thought fled from her mind as she gave herself up to this vision.
“I’m glad you are all right. I have come to help you heal—to help heal us both, actually.” Grayson captured a strand of her hair and rubbed it between his thumb and first two fingers.
The innocent caress sent gooseflesh marching over Katelyn’s entire body, followed by a tingling wave of heat just under her skin. A low moan escaped before she could stop it.
She nearly let her head fall back in surrender, but then his words and not his actions filtered to the front of her awareness. “Are you a healer?” she asked. “Your energy is very powerful, but it doesn’t feel quite right for a healer.”
Grayson laughed, and once again, the beguiling sound roamed over her like a verbal caress. “No, my beautiful Seer. I’m no healer.” He traced a single calloused finger over her bottom lip, and she clenched her fists to keep from leaning into the light friction of his touch. “I’m a Klatch witch, an ancient line of otherworldly witches whose life force is sexual energy.”
It was Katelyn’s turn to laugh. “Wow, I’ll be happy to lend any help in that arena you might need. Although, unfortunately, I’m only human, and while sex is nice—stellar, if I’m lucky—I need rest and time to heal. That is, if I was sick or injured, which I’m not.”
He brushed his lips over hers, which left a pleasant buzzing sensation on her skin.
“You’re wrong, Seer. Healing doesn’t follow human rules here. And you’re still injured from the energy blast. Trust me.”
She stepped back.
“I don’t trust anyone.” She surprised herself by blurting out something she had said only to herself countless times before.
Grayson only smiled. “I know, my beautiful Seer. Then let me show you instead.” Before she could argue the point, he pulled her tight against him. He plunged his fingers into her hair while he captured her mouth with his.
Her hands found his chest, and her frantic mind sent her arms a signal to push him away, but her body betrayed her, and her fingers fisted in the soft cloth of his T-shirt. Heat sizzled between them, and she felt as if she would drown in the overwhelming sensations. Finally, his lips gentled against hers, and she was able to step away from him. She swayed slightly, but locked her knees and stared him down. “What are you doing to me?”
Grayson didn’t state the obvious, but seemed to instinctively understand her real question. “Every Klatch has a special gift, and mine is to cause arousal in others. I can control it, but it comes very naturally, and most of the time I don’t even realize I’m doing it.”
“It’s bad enough you’re a walking wet dream, but now you think you can magickally cause arousal?” She slapped her hand over her mouth as she realized she’d said the words out loud.
Arousal? Hell, so far he’s some sort of truth serum!
A pleased expression lit Grayson’s already too-handsome features. “Not only have you shown more resistance to my inherent gift than any Klatch woman ever has, but you seem to have the same effect on me. No woman has ever affected me like this. Until you.”
Inside her mind, Katelyn laughed at the ridiculousness of his statement. He thought she’d shown resistance? Hell, if Ethel hadn’t interrupted, Katelyn might’ve backed him up against her display case and taken advantage of him right there.
Besides, he was delusional. He had to be. She’d never encountered any type of magick or energy that would do what he described. It sounded more like a case of male ego and less like an “inherent gift.” Katelyn held up her hand stop-sign fashion. “On-demand arousal. Right. I don’t buy it.” She fisted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Hit me with your best shot, Mr. Goddess’s Gift to Womankind. Show me this ‘inherent gift.’”
Grayson sighed as though disappointed in her lack of belief. “You’re a very stubborn woman, Seer. Please remember that you specifically asked for this demonstration.” He shrugged. “Although, it will help you heal, so I suppose it can’t hurt.”
Katelyn snorted. “You have no idea how stubborn I can be.” She held out her arms wide, making herself a bigger target. “Bring it on, stud.”
Grayson never moved, but a wave of his energy surrounded her, and her entire body burned with desire.
Her breasts ached almost painfully.
Her pussy throbbed with need.
Even her skin felt as if it might explode if she didn’t have