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  Sebastian turned. She could barely make out his eyes. His head was lowered and his hair, longer than her shoulder-length tresses, obscured his face. There was a flash of pure silver in the area of his ocular cavity. “Keva,” he growled. “At last.” A sliver of fear skated down her spine. No fool, she backed up a step and felt behind her for the doorknob. Then his entire body seemed to shudder and he curled in on himself. Pained growls became groans. The blue glow dimmed and faded altogether.

  On trembling legs, Keva approached him in concern. She silently chastised herself. This man needed her help. She couldn’t do that cowering in a corner. He scooted back until he bumped into the wall and could go no further. “Don’t. Don’t come any closer, and don’t touch me.” His voice was husky but not the same guttural voice he’d used only seconds before.

  “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.” He released her wrists, dropping his head. He closed his hands into fists. She scrambled to get away from him.

  Keva stood when she was near the door. He was little better than an animal. She weighed her options. Calling IOP seemed the best idea, but it would be hours before anyone else could join her. He needed to be taken in for testing. He was a danger to himself and to those around him until they could find a way for him to control his ability. Possible abilities, she amended.

  “Bastian, I’m going to try to get you some help.”

  He leaned his head back against the wall and ran a hand over his hair. When he looked at her again, his irises were blue. “Sebastian,” he corrected her quietly. “Look at me, Keva. This is it for me.”

  “Have you been using your talent?”

  He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “I’m going to talk to your friends for a moment.” She went back downstairs. Mike and Ken stood. They gazed at her with hopeful looks. She shook her head. “It didn’t work. He said he’s been to IOP before. Do you know when that was?”

  Mike swore. “Yeah. He said it didn’t help but we ran out of ideas.”

  “Hell, what now?” Ken asked.

  Keva picked up her phone. “I can call in and get some more help out here. We can have him transferred—” She broke off as thunder rumbled and lightning rent the sky.

  “He doesn’t like the idea,” Mike said in a dry tone. “We told you. He won’t go.”

  She sighed and put her phone down. “Then I don’t know what to do for him.”

  “What exactly happened up there?” Ken questioned.

  “We couldn’t establish a connection.” She wrapped her arms around herself. She should be logging the details but she was too shaky. “I’ve never seen the like. The power he has is a visible aura around him. And his eyes.” She shook her head. “It’s like he’s—”

  “Possessed,” Mike filled in. “That’s what his parents said when they disowned him.”

  “Yes,” Keva agreed quietly. She didn’t like this situation at all. It was the sort of thing that made people afraid of psychics. She put her thumb between her teeth and bit the tip as she began to pace. What could she do?

  “When he’s like that, he’s harmless, though he seems otherwise,” Mike said.

  “But it’s when he’s at his most powerful,” Ken added. He flopped down onto the couch. “I was hoping that he’d give us a solution when he was in that state.”

  Keva grunted. “The only recommendation he had was to lewdly suggest that I…” She trailed off as the two men turned to look at her.

  “What?” Ken asked leaning forward. “What did he suggest?”

  “It was nothing. He was very flippant with me.”

  “It may have seemed that way, but—”

  “It’s not a possibility,” she cut Mike off. As they stared at her she could tell they weren’t going to let the subject drop. “He suggested that I sleep with him.”

  Mike’s brows rose. Ken blinked rapidly. “What were his exact words?”

  She waved a dismissive hand. “That I let him work off his energy that way.”


  Mike turned to Ken. “Would it work?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe.”

  Keva stopped. “Look, you can stop positing that I screw your friend. It’s not going to happen.”

  Ken looked at her sadly. “Keva, you don’t understand. He’s been like this for almost a week. He’s getting worse every day. We told him we were going to Vegas, but the intention was always to get him into IOP. But he couldn’t take Vegas. There were too many people, too many lights. We had to get him away. We brought him out here because he’s going supernova.”

  Her eyes widened. She couldn’t help it. Her gaze swung to the lightning storm going on outside. If Sebastian blew, he was going to take a considerable chunk of land with him.

  Mike approached her. “Please, Keva, was he serious?”

  She thought back to Sebastian’s words, the expression on his face when he said it. “He was taunting me,” she concluded. But she wasn’t sure and her words lacked strength. The two men exchanged a look. They didn’t have to say anything for her to know that they were going to push this issue. “If this is a matter of sex, then one of the two of you will have to do it.”

  “He doesn’t swing that way,” Mike said.

  “And neither do we,” Ken pointed out. “And we’re not Channels.”

  “Please, Keva—”

  She held up a hand to cut Mike off. “I-I can’t.”

  “You can’t tell me that you don’t find him attractive,” Ken huffed. “Women are always throwing themselves at him.”

  “Yeah, well, I just met him,” she snapped and recommenced pacing.

  “It’s never made a difference before.”

  “Shit,” Mike blurted. “He was serious. He’s never propositioned a woman before. He’s never had to.” He turned pleading eyes to her. “You’ve got to do it.”

  She shook her head even as she opened her mind to the possibility. This wasn’t the way they handled clients. But could she stand by and let him go supernova, endangering their lives and an untold number of lives in the surrounding area?

  How horrible could it be? It would probably be over in minutes. He wasn’t unattractive. That was an understatement. He probably wouldn’t be any good in bed. In her experience, good-looking men never were. They got women based on their looks and didn’t feel pressured to work on their skills in the boudoir. Her last boyfriend, Devine, was a prime example. He’d been born Erskine Skinner, Jr., but had legally changed his name to Devine. That should have been a hint and a half to her, but she’d been wowed by his good looks. Sex with Devine lasted all of five minutes, foreplay included. She didn’t suppose she could expect much more out of Sebastian who had to be the best-looking man she’d ever seen.

  She bit her lip in indecision. His friends seemed so desperate to save him.

  There was the tiny problem that the man scared the hell out of her. She trembled at the memory of his voice. When he lost control it was so deep and dark as though he were being dragged from the bowels of a pit. Keva cut that thought off. She needed to stop thinking like that. Sebastian was not possessed. He was a man. Possibly a good one if his friends were willing to risk their lives to save him. At this point, she may well be saving him, his friends, and herself.

  She swore. She had to do this.

  ****

  Sebastian breathed a small sigh of relief when the door closed behind Keva. As much as he was hurting, he didn’t want to drag her into this. Hopefully he’d frightened her into leaving and she would be safe.

  She was more beautiful than he’d imagined. Her caramel skin glowed with health and was complimented by her thick tresses. She wore her long, black hair parted in the center. It fell straight and dark like a black satin curtain to her shoulders. He’d been seeing her in his dreams since he was twelve. To finally meet her, to touch her, made him feel as though his life was complete. He wasn’t so foolish as to believe that they could have a happy ever after. She was an amazing, strong woman, and he…well, he was a freak, a mutant…all the horrible names his—No, he wouldn’t go there. He shoved the memories back into the past where they belonged.

  He ground his teeth together as a surge of energy pulsed through his body. It wrung him out and made him tired. But he welcomed it. It reminded him of why he couldn’t expose Keva to a lifetime of this shit. He wanted her as much as his next breath. If he took her tonight, he’d never be able to let her go. She would be chained to him, as possessed as he was by his rabid abilities.

  When his parents had thrown him out of the house at sixteen, he’d been hurt, but he’d understood. Having him in the home made the family a target. The painful part came in knowing that they believed that he was capable of hurting them.

  Burying his face in his hands, Sebastian wondered how to convince Ken and Mike to leave him. He tensed as he heard the door open. Keva hesitated and then she kicked off her shoes. He viewed her through the thick veil of his hair. She removed a band from her pocket and bound her hair. Then she paused again. Sebastian inhaled deeply as she grabbed the hem of her blouse. “What are you doing?”

  “Taking you up on your suggestion.” She moved quickly as though if she paused she might change her mind. Her T-shirt was tossed to the side. She undid the button of her pants and they dropped to her ankles.

  “Stop!” he barked. She froze, her hands behind her back working the clasp of her bra.

  “Let’s just get this over with so that I can go home.” She shrugged out of the bra, a plain white garment that did not begin to hint at the beautiful breasts it contained. Her skin was creamy and smooth, her nipples the color of chocolate. He thought he could quickly become a chocoholic. Her hands moved to her white boy shorts, shoving them down her curvy hips without further ado. Sebastian licked his lips at the sight of her pussy. He had to look like a panting dog as she crossed to the bed and climbed onto the mattress. Sebastian’s dug his nails into the carpet though he knew it was futile. Nothing would keep him off her.

  He growled. “You’re willing to let me fuck you? Why?”

  She stared up at the ceiling. “Because I want to help you. You have two friends who are willing to risk their lives for you so you must be a pretty special person.”

  He half walked and half crawled to the bed, drawn to her in spite of himself. She’d spread her thighs to accommodate him and there was no stopping the sound that rumbled up from his chest. At her flinch, he zeroed in on her face. Her eyes were locked on the ceiling above them. She had her bottom lip clamped in a vise of tiny white teeth. “Look at me,” he demanded. She blinked and did as he commanded. “Why? Why would you do this for me?”

  “Will this work? Will this save you?”

  He nodded. He’d never tried it before, but he knew this would work.

  “I want to help you. And if…this helps, then it will have been worth it.”

  She was so brave and giving. He wished he could be too so that he could turn her away and face his end. But he wasn’t. He was selfish and he wanted her.

  Sebastian pushed down his briefs. Her eyes dropped to his erection, and her breathing faltered. He knew he was large, but it had never been a problem for him until now. He didn’t know how much control he had on himself. He wanted to be gentle with her, but he was afraid that was beyond him.

  He laid a hand over her mound. She was warm, but she was in no way ready to be taken. He crawled over her and molded her body to his. The sensation of her soft skin against his was ecstasy. His body hummed with it. He buried his nose in her neck. She smelled sweet. Like warm flowers and candy. He nibbled his way up to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep, you’ll never forget the feel of me.”

  ****

  Keva shivered as a sliver of arousal raced down her spine at his erotic words. Her nipples beaded against the hot wall of his chest. He chuckled. “You like the thought of that, huh?”

  She balled her hands into fists. “J-just do it already.”

  “You want me to hurt you?”

  “No, but the sooner this
is over, the better.” And it would keep her from backing out. She felt her courage failing her. He shifted so that his forehead rested against hers and his hair surrounded them. When his mouth took hers, it was incredibly gentle. His lips moved over hers in a soft, slow exploration that let her appreciate the pillow-like plushness of his mouth. She opened to him as his tongue flicked at the corner of her lips.

  The kiss grew hungry. Each slide of his tongue against hers increased the fire burning in her belly. She gripped his shoulders. They were hard and strong and so impossibly wide. Sebastian held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

  Their legs were intertwined. Sebastian shifted so that the firebrand of his erection worked its way between her folds. She moaned as he stroked against her clit. His hands found her breasts, kneading until her nipples were like diamonds. Only then did he squeeze and flick the tips with his thumbs. She arched into him helplessly. It was as though there was a string connecting her nipples with her pussy. Every tug of the turgid tips caused her hips to thrust into his.

  Sebastian broke the kiss. “You’re beautiful, Keva. Far more beautiful than I dreamed.”

  He spoke as though he’d been expecting her. It wasn’t the first time he’d made such a comment. “What do you—” She gasped as he took her nipple in his mouth. He suckled first one nipple and then the other. She buried her hands in the cool silk of his hair.

  He moved down her abdomen, his destination obvious. She didn’t try to stop him, but she wondered at his motives. Cupping his face, she made him look at her. His eyes were silver. “Why?”

  Sebastian blinked and the glow of the silver dimmed but his irises did not return to blue. “You can’t receive my energy if you’re not prepared. You have to come for me.” He held her gaze as he parted her with his thumbs and took a long lick of her pussy. Her fingers tightened in his hair and he grinned.

  The man was wicked, Keva decided as his tongue circled her clit. He laved each side, placing pressure on the engorged bud before closing his lips over it and sucking. Her hips bucked. He groaned. He slid his hands under her ass as he devoured her.