Free Submissive by Moonlight by Sindra van Yssel Page A

it was going to be right around freezing on the first night of the full moon. She’d be wearing clothes for the ritual, she’d decided, but at least she’d be outdoors. She knew some witches who were so hung up on being naked for rituals that they blocked off nature with four walls and a roof. That seemed to her to miss the point of why witches did things sky-clad to begin with.
    He crossed the room and took a seat in the same chair he had sat on when he was topping her. But he didn’t say anything.
    She had to walk to get to where she could see his face again, although she sure as hell wasn’t going to kneel at his feet. He hadn’t put down a cushion, either, so maybe that wasn’t what he was after. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
    “Because it doesn’t take a psychic to know what I’d say.”
    “He might not have a few days, if he’s in trouble.”
    “Yes.”
    She sighed. He probably didn’t have much hope for their partnership, at least as far as finding Jerry was concerned. She ought to be the optimistic one, but she wasn’t. Nolan being there wasn’t going to suddenly make her do any better.
    Unless.
    I can’t be thinking what I’m thinking.
    All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals.
    She remembered that one crystal-clear vision she had before Nolan walked out of her life the last time. It had probably been the starkness of it that had made her so short with him, so frustrated that he wouldn’t acknowledge the reality of what she did. Either it was an amazing coincidence, or sex with him had opened a pathway. That wouldn’t surprise her. After all, the ritual with the chalice and dagger was a metaphor for sex in the first place. Why shouldn’t the real thing be even better?
    She knew right away that having sex with him wouldn’t enhance her psychic powers if that was the only reason she was doing it. She couldn’t use someone to get power—that would go against everything she was and everything she believed in.
    She looked at him. He looked back. “Having a vision?” he asked. She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her or not, but she supposed she had seemed lost in thought.
    She shook her head. He looked damn good sitting there in his tight cop pants and high cop boots. “Let’s stop talking about business a moment and talk about us. We’ll get back to the other, I promise.”
    He grinned. “Let’s talk, then.”
    She realized she didn’t have the slightest idea where to start. She knew she was still attracted to him. She was standing, and he was sitting down, and despite the fact that he was taller than her, she felt as if she was towering over him. She wanted him to take charge, to make the next move, and he was leaving it up to her. She couldn’t say she blamed him.
    She sat down on the couch. It felt too far from him. She wanted to be in his arms, but it was too soon for that. “I’ve missed you,” she admitted.
    “I’ve missed you too.”
    “I don’t know how to start up again.”
    He nodded. “How about we start with me apologizing?”
    “Huh?”
    “I don’t believe in, you know, supernatural stuff. But if I’d seen a vision and pointed a cop in the right direction to find a lost little girl, I’d believe I had psychic powers too. And when you told me you had a premonition I was going to get called in, I should have believed you did. I have a hard time believing that it’s more than coincidence, but damn—you said you felt something, and I should accept that at face value, and if something happens after you feel it, well, sure.” He shrugged. “So I was out of line to mock it. I’m sorry.”
    She nodded. If he’d done a complete about-face, she’d have known he was willing to do anything to get in bed with her. Which would be flattering in a way, but it would have chilled her. She preferred honesty. “You don’t have to believe for me to be attracted to you.”
    “Good thing.” He took a breath. “But for all that, I want you to do the rituals you