So now for the main reason for this post. Possessed will be released this weekend at Sugar and Spice. So in celebration of that fact, I decided to post another excerpt. Enjoy!
“Sebastian, I won’t hurt you.
Your friends asked me to come. I’m here to help you.”
He lowered his head into his hands.
“You can’t help me, Keva. I’ve been to IOP. The traditional method doesn’t work
on me.”
She kept her distance but
crouched down so that she was on his level. “Please, let me try.”
He laughed. “God, Keva, you
should leave now. I’m losing control. I don’t know how long I can hold it in.”
“What’s your ability?”
He groaned and slammed his back
into the wall. “Telekinesis.” He was breathing hard. “Clairvoyance.” He banged
his head against the wall. His hair parted and revealed his face. He was
beautiful, his face that of a dark angel. Thick black brows slashed toward his
hairline. Above full and perfect lips, his nose was perfectly straight. He
opened his eyes. They were a deep intense blue. “Precognition.”
“No one has more than one
ability.”
He grinned, revealing strong,
white teeth. His eyes flashed silver before returning to blue. “Telepathy.”
Keva frowned, getting annoyed.
He was toying with her when she was attempting to help him. “Be serious.”
He growled. “And something
else…”
All the growling was fraying
her nerves. “Stop that.”
“Wish I could.”
She stood and crossed to him.
Getting on her knees between his spread thighs, she held out her hands. “I can
help you. Just give me your hands and let go.”
His eyes flickered over her
face. “So pretty, Keva,” he said, dragging out the syllables of her name. “I
wish I’d met you sooner.” He leaned forward suddenly and took her hands. His
eyes turned silver and blue in rapid cycles that had her dizzy. The blue light
enveloped him again, and she braced herself for the rush of power she felt
whenever she established a connection with a talented client. She closed her
eyes and waited. And waited.
And then nothing. She glared at
him. “You’re not trying.”
He smiled, baring all his
teeth. When she tried to pull back, he wouldn’t let go. He used his thumbs to
rub circles on her inner wrists. His gaze dropped to her lips and then lower,
pausing at her breasts and the apex of her thighs. “I am.” He sighed. “But that
doesn’t work on me. Do you really want to help me?”
“Of course.”
He closed the distance between
their faces until his moist breath warmed her lips. She could feel them begin
to tingle under his intense scrutiny. “You shouldn’t. You’re a good person. Go
home and forget you ever met me.”
“Please, tell me. How can I help
you?”
A tremor shook his body, and
his eyes went silver. Not the silver of a person with pale gray eyes. No, his
eyes were like mercury. Up this close, she could see that his pupils were
absent. “Keva,” he drawled, his voice so full of bass it sounded more like
thunder. He brushed his lips against hers, and he purred like a cat. She
attempted to withdraw once more but he was quick to pull her back.
She swallowed as apprehension
once again tried to take hold of her mind. “Sebastian—”
“Bastian, call me Bastian.” He
licked her lower lip and then the upper one. “Taste so good. Do you taste this
good everywhere?”
“That’s an inappropriate
question. I don’t sleep with my clients.”
He laughed, a rough, hoarse
sound. “But you want to help me. You can help me by spreading your thighs and
letting me fuck you until I work this out of my system.” Gasping, she fought to
get free from him. “What’s the matter? You said you wanted to help me.
Suddenly, you’ve changed your mind now that you have to give something of
yourself. All you Channels are the same. You want to take but you never want to
give.”
“If I thought it would help you—”
“Don’t lie to me, pretty Keva.
You haven’t let a man inside those panties in over two years.”
She gasped. “Let me go.”
“Truth hurts, doesn’t it? You’re also wishing
you’d never come all this way. I’ve got news for you. It’s going to get worse
before it gets better.”
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