Supernatural Seductions IV: Supernatural Seductions, #4

By Kiki Wellington

Serena needs to understand why she's been having erotic dreams about a long-lost ex--a fallen soldier who died years ago. After seeking guidance from a therapist, a friend, and even a psychic, she feels an overpowering need to look for answers at a country bed and breakfast. During her visit, Serena taps into her unresolved feelings and sexual desires, giving her the closure that she desperately needs.

From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Supernatural Seductions IV is a 6,000 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: Supernatural Seductions IV contains an awkward attempt at anal sex, doggy style on a desk, penetration in a pool, and a healthy dose of psychic skepticism.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kiki Wellington
• Release date: Nov 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781498980104

Book preview

Maybe he's the one that got away, I said for the first time out loud. I don't think I realized it until that moment. I hadn't thought about him in years—not seriously anyway. Sometimes when I saw something about a soldier getting killed on the news, in the back of my mind, I thought about Jesse. But I never let myself acknowledge the loss I felt all those years ago. Time marched on; I moved on. Besides, there was nothing I could do about it. I had no claim on Jesse at that point. Our relationship ended years before he died—and by the time he was killed in the first Iraq war, it was another woman's place to grieve. Not mine.

You've been carrying around the pain for a long time haven't you, Serena?

I don't know. I never really thought about it. Like I said, he was with someone else when he died. He wasn't mine to miss.

You were close to him at one time. It's normal that you would feel a sense of loss, whether you were together at that point or not.

I guess you're right. But the dreams...they're so weird.

Do you want to talk about them?

I felt a hot flush in my face. I hoped my psychologist didn't notice. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't ashamed of the dreams. I had nothing to be ashamed of—they were just dreams. Sexy dreams. Steamy dreams. The kind of dreams that make a girl wake up with her hand planted firmly on her clit. Still, even though I had no doubt my doctor had heard it all, I wasn't about to start discussing the hot sex I had with Jesse in my mind.

Oh, I really couldn't. They're very...intimate.

That's okay. If you don't want to talk about them, that's fine. But I would suggest that you try to process them in some way, even if you don't talk to anyone.

Process them?

Yeah, get in touch with what you're feeling so you can resolve it and heal.

How?

"Well, it might be helpful to keep a diary. Write down your dreams about Jesse when you wake up