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  Araya’s Addiction

  Jocelyn Dex

  When Kean wakes up naked, collared and locked in a cell, he knows thinking with his dick has finally gotten him into trouble. Part demon, Kean enjoys scorching sexual liaisons, a habit that has found him trapped, forced to help a demon rescue her daughter from certain death.

  Unwilling to aid in anyone’s imprisonment, Araya initially refuses her mother’s “gift”, but the passion simmering between her and Kean is undeniable. As they explore their shared lust, both Araya and Kean enact schemes to save each other. Their best laid plans may awaken emotions that will bind them forever.

  A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  ARAYA’S ADDICTION

  Jocelyn Dex

  Dedication

  For my mommy.

  You instilled in me a love of reading. Thanks for not telling me I was too young to read your romance novels, even though, I probably was. Finding your manuscript under your bed, all those years ago, sparked the writing bug in me.

  Finish that damn thing, will ya?

  Chapter One

  Kean always knew his dick would get him in trouble. Tonight it had. He’d been distracted by Talith, her blonde hair hanging past plump breasts to her tiny waist emphasizing her come-spread-me hips. Her body held promises of making his filthiest dreams come true. Sweet. He was in.

  He should have known something was up. Should have known she wasn’t human. Humans didn’t look like that. Sirens, Sempires, Succubus, yes. Humans, no. Please don’t let her be a Sempire. He didn’t know what type of demon she was, but figured he’d find out soon enough.

  He’d spent his entire life avoiding female demons. Yeah, he’d heard stories of the deliciousness of sex with demons, but he’d never wanted any part of that. Demons equaled trouble. He liked fun and sexual escapades with partners who weren’t capable of ripping out his lungs after the fact.

  Yeah, he’d fucked up royally tonight. Talith had walked up to him, smiled, introduced herself, crooked a finger and he’d followed her, expecting a night of unbelievable passion. The next thing he knew, he woke up here—naked and locked in a cell with some sort of metal collar around his neck.

  For a cell, it was oddly comfortable and the decor screamed porn set. Deep-red satin sheets draped the bed. A plush, navy-blue rug covered most of the floor. Fluffy handcuffs of blue and red hung on the back wall. A navy-blue leather recliner sat in the far left corner next to a floor lamp that sported a red, fringed lamp shade. He discovered the small door in the right-hand corner led to a small but fully equipped bathroom, red and blue tiles adorning the floor and shower. He opened the mini fridge and saw it was stocked with small bottles of wine, water and grapes.

  Why someone would go to so much trouble to make a prisoner comfortable baffled him. Strange. The lingering smell of sex coating the air made him think this wouldn’t be quite as bad as he’d first imagined.

  Talith appeared before him. “I hope your accommodations are satisfactory.”

  “Not really my style,” he said. “I don’t generally wear a collar.”

  She smiled at his sarcasm. “Let’s get right to it, shall we? My daughter requires your assistance, so to speak. Provide her with what she needs and I’ll set you free.”

  “What exactly does she need and why the hell would I help you or her?”

  She scowled, the air seeming to chill with her mood. “You will help her, because if you do not, you will die a slow, eventfully painful death.” Instantly her smile and calmness returned. “You will also help her because it will be quite enjoyable for you. It’s really a simple matter. Provide my daughter with your semen and you will be freed.”

  Um excuse you? Oh fuck. She must be a Sempire. Most demons exuded a unique vibe, but he’d never met a Sempire before now, so he hadn’t recognized hers.

  He wanted to confirm but it seemed she thought him human and he didn’t want to give himself away by exposing his knowledge of demons. He didn’t know if it would give him an advantage at some point.

  He wasn’t surprised she couldn’t sense the demon in him. He’d met very few who’d been able to sense it. After all, he was only an eighth demon. His grandfather had been half-human, half-Incubus. He’d always considered himself lucky. If he had to be part demon, he figured Incubus, a sex demon, was a good one to be.

  She motioned with her hand and instantly two hulk-looking clones—minus the green skin—appeared at her side. She continued when he only gaped at her. “Do we have an agreement?”

  Kean loved a blowjob as much as any guy, so loaning out his dick to gain his freedom should have sounded great, but it didn’t. That this fucking Sempire had abducted him and locked him in a cell then demanded this of him pissed him off. He was no one’s whore. Well that was debatable, but he was a whore on his own terms, not some demon’s. But, he didn’t let on. He reigned in his temper, grabbed his dick, gave her a cocky smile and said, “Semen, sure she can have all she wants.”

  Talith’s smile faltered slightly but she motioned to the guards again. One unlocked the cell, and the other entered and fastened a chain to his collar. Kean wanted to spring to action and crush the guard’s skull, but he’d still have to make it past the other guard and Talith, and he had no idea if there were more guards beyond his sight. He was strong but he wasn’t Superman.

  He needed to be patient and look for his best shot at escape. Talith led the way up the stone stairs. One guard walked ahead of him, the other behind him holding onto the chain connected to his collar.

  After exiting the porn prison, they passed several large, elaborately decorated rooms with a guard stationed outside each one. None of them seemed to find it odd to see a naked, chained man being led through the house. They came to a carved wooden staircase and made the trek up and then took a left at the top. At the end of the long hallway, they stopped in front of a closed door with a four-inch-thick deadbolt on the outside.

  Talith spoke. “My daughter is resting in here. You’ll stay with her until she gets what she needs.”

  This bitch must be crazy. Chained or not, he’d have his get out of jail free card as soon as they left him alone with the daughter. As soon as he got his hands on her, he’d strangle her to unconsciousness and then offer Talith her daughter’s life for his freedom. Clean. Simple.

  One guard unlocked the door. The other shoved him into the room and surprise, this was his lucky day. The guard removed the chain from the collar. Apparently he wouldn’t be restrained. Were Sempires stupid?

  “There is an intercom on the wall. Should you need anything, just buzz,” Talith said.

  “How about some clothes?” He didn’t have a shy bone in his body, but once freed he didn’t want to get arrested for streaking.

  “Your services here don’t require clothing,” she said with a smile as she glanced at his cock. Then the guard closed and locked the door.

  Kean looked around the enormous bedroom. The entire left wall was floor-to-ceiling windows, each framed with ornate gold molding. A king-size, canopied bed sat centered between the frames of the first window. Golden glass globe lights hung from the vaulted ceiling. Gold and green chairs of different shapes and sizes stood in various locations throughout the room. The largest flat-screen TV he’d ever seen hung on the wall to the right.

  His gaze came back to the canopied bed. He’d missed her at first. He barely made out the small, sleeping form beneath the covers. His luck kept getting better. He stepped quietly to the bed and what he saw surprised him.

  She lay on her side in the fetal position, her golden hair tangled behind her. She looked thin. Too thin and pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She looked so sickly he almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Almost.

/>   He lunged and grabbed hold of her neck. That was the last thing he remembered as his entire body splintered from white hot pain as if shards of glass punctured his skin, veins, brain, muscles.

  Kean’s body ached in ways he’d never experienced—a burning, piercing agony. A groan escaped his lips as a cooling sensation comforted his neck, then his brow. He struggled to remember what he’d done to make himself feel so horrible. Had he pulled a massive drunk and this was the worst hangover of his life?

  “Are you awake?” a small, feminine voice asked.

  Wait. Had he brought a female home with him? No. He didn’t bring females to his home. He went to theirs so he could get out when he wanted. He must be hung over at his latest conquest’s home. Why couldn’t he remember anything? He struggled to open his eyes. Damn things felt glued together.

  He growled as soon as his eyes focused on the frail female bent over him and the memories flooded back to him. What the hell had happened? What had the demon done to him? And wait, why was she wiping him down with a damp cloth?

  “What’d you do to me?” he croaked.

  Her eyes widened. “Nothing,” she said in a small voice, the weakness in it unmistakable.

  “Bullshit.” He tried to sit up but his head pounded and spun so he stayed down.

  “You’ll feel better soon. Just don’t try to hurt me again.” She stood on shaky legs and ambled to the bed where she selected a pillow and brought it back to where he lay. She wore nothing but a short green satin robe. She helped him lift his head enough to slide the pillow under and then placed the damp cloth across his forehead.

  The small effort she’d made seemed to have exhausted her. She sat on the floor a couple feet from him, knees pulled to her chest, her chin resting on her knees and her breathing strained. He could snap her in half with two fingers.

  “What’s your name?” she asked him.

  He ignored her question. “Shouldn’t you be scared right now?”

  Her lips lifted at the corners. “Scared of what? A helpless, naked man laid out on my floor?”

  Oh yeah. He forgot he was naked. Hell, she could at least look a little embarrassed. But helpless? Him? Hell no. His male pride forced him to stand even though every muscle in his body screamed in protest, and his head felt as if an ice pick was being shoved into his gray matter. He swayed on his feet, but damn it he’d stay standing if it killed him. “Kean.” He answered her earlier question through gritted teeth.

  She clucked her tongue as she stood. To his satisfaction, she also swayed, although he didn’t know why.

  “I’m Araya. Why don’t you have a seat before you fall?” she suggested. “I think I’ll do the same.” She moved to the bed and lay on her side facing him.

  He chose the chair closest to him, not because it looked most comfortable, but because he felt he would collapse at any second.

  Again he asked, “What did you do to me?”

  She sighed. “It’s the collar. As long as you don’t try to harm me or my family, you won’t experience that pain again.” She frowned. “You’re stronger than the others. They were out for at least an hour. You were only out for fifteen minutes.”

  Others? How many others had Talith brought here? And why? The girl was not a goddess like Talith, but she wasn’t so unattractive that no man would submit to her without being abducted and collared. And her eyes… The golden color mesmerized him. He would fuck her if the circumstances of their meeting were different. He should have known mother Sempire wouldn’t leave him alone with her daughter totally unprotected.

  “What’s wrong with you?” He didn’t give a shit, but he needed to gather all the information he could.

  She grimaced. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “It matters to me. I’m the one who was abducted, shackled and locked in this room with you.”

  “I’m sorry about that,” she said. The sincerity in her voice surprised him. “My mother is determined to help me.”

  “And my semen will help you?”

  Finally, she blushed. “I’m surprised she told you that much. She only told the others they were here to service me.” She scrunched up her face in disgust. “What else did she tell you?”

  “Nothing. Just told me to provide you with semen and she’ll set me free.”

  “Then why did you try to hurt me?”

  He shrugged. “I guess the same reason the others did.”

  “No. The others were more than willing to service me. When I refused them, they tried to…” She sighed. “Anyway, the collar laid them out, and after that they were so scared thankfully they were removed from my room.”

  She eyed him with curiosity. “You don’t seem surprised at my mother’s request for you to provide me with… Well, you don’t seem surprised.” She looked away from him.

  Oh shit. He forgot he wasn’t supposed to know what she was. They thought he was only human. “Hey, for all I know, you’re in some kind of kinky cult that requires members to— Well, what are you supposed to do with my semen?”

  She groaned as she pushed herself off the bed, muttering as she ambled past him and through a door at the far end of the room. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

  He sat there trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Talith wanted him to provide her daughter with semen. He refused to be forced. His escape plan was foiled because of the damn collar. Probably forged by demon witches or some shit. And now, he couldn’t even simply swallow his pride and whore himself out to gain his freedom because the female didn’t want him anyway. Goddamn his luck.

  Didn’t want him. Why did that bother him?

  Probably because he’d never met a female who didn’t want him. His Incubus DNA made him virtually irresistible to women and unfortunately, Sempires.

  He heard a crash come from behind the door she’d disappeared through at the end of the room. Oh well. Not his problem. When five minutes passed and she still hadn’t come back, and he’d heard no more sounds, curiosity got the better of him.

  He tried the doorknob. Locked. He knocked. No answer. He might only be an eighth demon but with that eighth came some benefits. Being inhumanly strong was one of them. He grasped the knob again and gave it a hard twist. It broke and he opened the door.

  She lay on the floor, the green robe she wore hiked up showing the curve of her ass. Her perfectly round ass, he noted. She must have slipped as she was getting out of the shower and knocked over the soap dish. He crouched down and inspected her head the best he could without touching her. He damn sure didn’t want to experience the pain of that collar again. He didn’t see any blood.

  “Hey. Wake up. You alive?” Kean asked.

  Her eyes opened halfway. “Alive, yes,” she said, her words barely audible.

  She turned her head toward the sound of his voice. She was so tired. So weak. So cold.

  She forced her eyelids up and her mouth dropped open at the sight before her. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. He was squatting right next to her, his cock and balls hanging only inches from her face. In such close proximity, she could smell his semen. Tangy, spicy musk. Her mouth watered and her body screamed for her to take his cock into her mouth and draw out every drop, but her mind rebelled at the thought.

  She hated her Sempire half. Hated it. Hated what it needed her to do. Had her father been a demon like her sister’s father, things would be different. She wouldn’t have the human half making her want things she couldn’t have. A monogamous relationship. Love. She’d simply feed and complete the transition to full Sempire.

  She’d thought she’d gotten lucky. Sempires didn’t develop the need until their twenty-ninth birthdays. When she’d hit twenty-nine, she’d thought she was home free. Thought the Sempire need for semen had passed her by, that the human side had won and she might be able to, one day, have the kind of life she wanted. But three months before her thirtieth birthday, it had started. The craving and hunger had struck with a vengeance then. But that didn’t compare to th
e hunger she felt now.

  She refused to succumb to her Sempire cravings and she’d been weakening ever since. Her mother was desperate to get her to accept it, to get her to give in and take the nourishment she needed to survive. Hence, collaring men, stripping their clothing and locking them in her room. For that matter, locking Araya in her room with nothing but tiny robes to cover herself.

  The others were easy to resist. Attractive yes, but despicable. Showing the exact whorish traits that she tried to suppress in herself.

  This one, she would resist him too, but he was different. Her mother outdid herself this time. Araya had never seen such a man. Tall, perfectly proportioned and well muscled. Black, silky hair that looked as if he simply raked his fingers through it to style it. The stubble on his face added to his ruggedness. And his eyes… The most startling eyes she’d ever seen. Pools of obsidian ringed with a sliver of silver.

  Her body flamed, heat crawling from head to toe, as she realized she’d been unabashedly devouring him with her eyes. He must have noticed and enjoyed her appraisal because as her gaze dropped to his crotch again, his penis had become semi-erect.

  “Do you like what you see?” he asked, a cocky grin on his face.

  Oh god. The more excited he became, the more she detected the scent of his semen. The more she was able to scent him, the harder time she’d have refusing him if he decided to offer himself to her. She’d never scented the other men who’d been locked in her room. Of course, their balls hadn’t hung inches from her face. That must be it.

  She had to get up and get away from him. She’d never been so tempted to give in to her nature as she was in this moment. She turned away and tried to push herself up from the floor but she simply didn’t have the strength and gave up.

  “If I touch you, will this collar kick my ass again?” he asked.

  “Only if you intend me harm.”

  She tensed when his hands grasped her under her arms.