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  “Relax. I’m only repaying the kindness.”

  When she looked at him blankly he explained. “The damp cloth. It helped.”

  Sparks of electricity danced on her skin where he touched her. He helped her stand, and when she was steady he let her go. She scolded herself for mourning the loss of his touch.

  “I need to lie down,” she said and unsteadily moved to the bed.

  He sat in a chair next to the bed. “So what happened in there?”

  “I slipped. Was too tired to get up.”

  “You didn’t hurt yourself?” he asked.

  “No. Just tired. Thanks for helping me up.”

  “Anytime,” he replied.

  She closed her eyes. So tired. The weakness got worse every day. She slept more and more, but only in short bouts, and wondered how much longer she would last.

  Chapter Two

  Kean noticed her beauty, for the first time, as he watched her sleep. The shower had added a little color to her cheeks and plumped her skin. Those effects had already diminished, but when he’d first seen her eyes, he’d been lost in their golden depths even when he’d still considered strangling her an option.

  Those brilliant eyes had shocked him. Talith’s eyes were gold, but not the stunning shade of Araya’s. He’d never seen such a color. As though eighteen-carat gold irises contained twenty-four carat gold flecks.

  She wasn’t the perfect specimen like her mother. She was much too thin and pale but through her damp robe he’d glimpsed her small breasts hosting perfect rosy nipples. The way she’d perused his body and how her mouth had dropped open as she’d studied his cock had excited him, and he’d wanted to spread her legs and fill her. Over and over.

  Yeah, he came in here thinking no way in hell he’d be forced to service some Sempire but now, if she said the word, he knew he’d jump. What the hell was his problem? It must be that she didn’t want him. He didn’t mean to be cocky but getting females in bed or on the kitchen counter or outside a club, wasn’t a problem for him. Ever.

  He jumped to his feet as a light knock sounded on the door. A second later, Talith walked in. She looked at him then looked at her daughter. Her expression turned dark. She crooked a finger at him and he followed her out the door.

  “I see you’ve not fulfilled your end of the agreement yet. I expected more from you.”

  “Hey, it’s only been a couple hours. A guy needs time to finesse a lady,” he said.

  “My daughter is getting weaker with each hour that passes. Figure something out. She’s running out of time,” Talith demanded.

  He wanted to ask why the girl didn’t take the men Talith brought her. Sempires thrived on semen, so why the hell did this one refuse it? Of course he couldn’t ask though or he’d give himself away. Instead he asked, “How is semen going to help her? That’s a little weird.”

  Talith smiled a knowing smile. “Make it happen.”

  “You want me to force her?” he asked in disbelief.

  Talith slapped him hard then quickly regained her composure. “I wouldn’t allow you to hurt my daughter. I’m confident you’re capable of getting the job done. Quickly.”

  If Talith knew what he was she would get him away from her daughter immediately. His father had warned him to avoid Sempires at all costs. Unfortunately for him, Sempires despised Incubi because of the danger they posed to them. Incubus semen was extremely addictive to Sempires. So, getting him away from her daughter might entail killing him and that option didn’t work for him.

  The guard pushed him back into the room and locked the door.

  He needed to get the fuck outta here, and fast. That meant he’d have to suck it up and help the surprisingly sweet little Sempire, but to help her he’d have to understand her resistance. With her sleeping so much and being so weak when awake it’d make it more difficult.

  She slept quietly except for a few sighs and rolled over a couple times. The last movement caused the blanket to slip down and her robe to fall open, giving him a perfect view of one of her breasts. The small swell tipped with a delicious nipple called to him. He’d love to draw it into his mouth and tease it to attention.

  Damn he was horny. His plans for getting laid last night had been ruined by Talith. Now his cock twitched and demanded attention. It wasn’t as if he had anything else to do while she slept. He gazed at her one last time, burning the tantalizing image into his mind and pulled the covers over her before strolling to the shower.

  * * * * *

  Araya stretched her arms over her head as she woke. She didn’t feel as though she’d slept long. Her sleep patterns had been increasingly erratic the past month. She slept ten minutes here and thirty minutes there, but she was rarely awake more than thirty minutes at a time.

  Her stomach rumbled and her mouth watered. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday and then only a couple pieces of fruit. She had less and less desire to force food into her body as the weakness overtook her. What was that delicious smell? Musky, tangy. Oh god no. She opened her eyes and jerked upright in bed looking around the room. She didn’t see Kean but she knew that scent—hissemen—tantalizing and beckoning her. Why could she scent him so well?

  She slid off the bed, swaying as she did so, and the sound of water hit her ears as she noticed the bathroom door stood open. She’d close it and hope it diminished her ability to smell him. She’d go mad if it didn’t.

  She reached the door, and the sight that met her eyes almost floored her. Through the fog of the glass shower door, she watched his muscled form beneath the flow of water, his head bent forward, one hand pressed against the shower wall in front of him. The other hand gripped and stroked his shaft. He pumped it with long, slow strokes from base to tip, sometimes lingering at the head.

  His eyes opened as if he sensed her presence, and he inclined his head toward her. She wanted to close the door, but the alluring scene held her captive, her feet frozen in place. He stopped stroking himself just long enough to slide open the shower door, giving her a completely unobstructed view of the water running down his muscled body, running off the thick head of his erection.

  Not only did her mouth water, her pussy ached and flooded with desire.

  He resumed the stroking, faster this time, sometimes breaking the motion to slide his fingers over his balls. She saw the muscles in his arm tense as he squeezed and stroked harder, faster.

  His strained voice startled her out of her daze. “If you want it, hurry.”

  Araya took a step forward, wanting, needing, desiring. Instead, she jumped back and slammed the door shut between her and the temptation. She leaned against the door, breathing heavily. She’d never seen anything so intriguing, so beautiful, so freaking sexy. She’d almost lost herself. She’d never been so close to dropping to her knees and welcoming a hard, thick intrusion into her mouth and sucking until it filled her with liquid heaven.

  She’d only touched herself a few times in her life, always afraid that anything sexual would make her prone to giving in to her Sempire nature, thereby completing her transformation and sealing her fate. She wanted to touch herself now. The heat and moisture between her legs were driving her crazy. She felt swollen and ached for release.

  She fell backward as the door opened but Kean caught her and scooped her into his arms.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Carrying you to bed.”

  “Why?” she squeaked, cringing at the panic she heard in her voice.

  “I’m a sucker for a female in need of an orgasm.”

  “What? I don’t— I—” she sputtered.

  “Either I’m giving you an orgasm or you’re giving yourself one. But I won’t be able to concentrate on anything else with the smell of your need clogging my brain. Your choice.”

  Wait? Humans could smell arousal? She thought that was a demon characteristic. Specifically sex demons. How humiliating.

  He dumped her on the bed and said, “Which is it going to be?”

  Oh shit.
He was serious. “I don’t need that.” She tried to deny her arousal. But then her gaze dropped to his cock and the picture of him stroking himself flooded her memory, making her vagina clench. The scent of his semen called to her, ate at her resistance.

  He inhaled deeply and she’d swear his cock engorged more. Oh how she wanted but couldn’t allow herself to have. But maybe, maybe this one time she could allow the feel of a man’s hands on her. As long as his semen didn’t touch her body, surely she could control herself. She wanted to know how it felt to have a male bring her to orgasm before she died. He’d been unwilling at first but now he seemed quite willing to pleasure her.

  “I can’t,” she breathed.

  “You don’t have to. I can take care of you.”

  He sat beside her on the bed. She knew she should run, crawl, scoot away. Something. But she was torn between fear and a desperate, consuming desire. She’d never experienced such a longing, such an urgency to have someone’s hands on her until now. Could she allow his intimate touch? Just once, she told herself. Once did not make her a whore.

  “You’re in control. I won’t do anything you don’t want,” he urged, his voice low and husky.

  Just this once, she thought as she closed her eyes. Her life would be over soon anyway and she wanted to know the feel of a male touching her, this male, caressing her, bringing her to that crescendo as her body burst into a million pieces. She spoke, her voice barely audible. “Hands only.”

  He didn’t hesitate. The rough texture of his fingertips gliding lightly down her neck left flaming goose bumps in its wake. She tensed as he opened her robe to expose her breasts. A groan escaped her as he cupped them lightly and rubbed his thumbs across her nipples until they peaked into tight nubs.

  His hands descended lower to her abdomen, to her belly, across her curls. She sucked in a breath and held it as his fingers found her clit, swollen and ready.

  “Damn you’re wet,” he said, his voice seductive, gravelly. He massaged the hard nub with slow swipes. It hadn’t felt so incredible when she’d done it herself. The electric sensations speared throughout her body making her gasp for breath, making her muscles tense to the point of painful pleasure.

  Gasping with delight, she jerked upright when he dipped a finger inside her. She’d never done that. She doubted it would have felt so wonderful had she done it herself. Kean’s skills, though she had only her own to compare them to, rocked, made her senses reel.

  She fell back as he began using his other hand to once again slide across her clit, as he slid another finger inside her. Oh god. She was going to die. Die from pleasure. Her hips ground against his fingers of their own accord, the tension building, tightening, increasing her pleasure.

  “That’s it. Come for me,” he commanded her.

  Her body obeyed. The first wave of release washed over her. Her body spasmed and she cried out as she wondered if her body would splinter apart from ecstasy. She rode his fingers as wave after wave of bliss crashed through her.

  She calmed as the waves subsided and her body went limp. She couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes. One, because that had burned every ounce of energy she’d had. Two, because she was embarrassed by what she’d allowed this man to do to her.

  She felt the covers being pulled over her as she drifted to sleep.

  Chapter Three

  Holy fuck. That little Sempire embodied sexy when she came. Kean had used every molecule of restraint to keep from spreading her thighs and ramming his cock inside her, pounding and thrusting until they shattered in climax together. The way she gasped and moaned and ground herself on his fingers. Her small but perky breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

  And damn. Her scent. What the fuck was that? His Incubus side made it easy for him to smell a woman’s arousal but this female, this Sempire, gave off an intoxicating fragrance. He’d almost come immediately upon scenting her as he’d masturbated in the shower. It drew him in. Pulled at him. Clouded his mind with need. A need to please her before himself.

  She’d come hard and her small form looked content and sated. Yeah, I did that. His ego was definitely boosted but now he needed to come. His balls ached and he’d have to resume using his hand. It pissed him off that she didn’t want him. Correction, she damn well did want him but she was set on denying it. He’d seen the hungry look on her face as she’d watched him in the shower. She’d wanted to take him into her mouth.

  The thought of his cock in her mouth brought his attention back to the erection staring up at him. Maybe he would… No. He couldn’t do that, could he? Talith told him to “make it happen”. How could he make it happen without force—which he wouldn’t do anyway? He wouldn’t force a woman to do anything to him. He usually didn’t even have to ask.

  Frustrated in more ways than one, he stood and paced the room considering his options. What options? This situation sucked and not in the way he so enjoyed. She had wanted him. No doubt about it. Maybe he could wear down her resistance in time, but as Talith had mentioned, Araya was running out of time. If she died on his watch, he had no doubt Talith would kill him.

  Fuck it. This was the best, more accurately only, idea he currently had. He sat on the bed careful not to disturb her.

  He gripped his shaft and stroked hard invoking visions of her writhing at his touch. Visions of her slick pussy grinding on his fingers. Kean imagined how it would feel to replace his fingers with his cock in her tight depths. How it’d feel to have her pussy spasm and clench on him as she came while he pounded into her, his balls tightening until his own release exploded into her.

  Oh fuck yeah. He stroked faster, his cock slick from droplets of pre-come that beaded at the thick head of his shaft. His release built in his balls as he cupped the head of his dick and semen jetted from the tip into his other hand. He barely held back a roar.

  Kean fought the urge to collapse next to her on the bed. Not allowing himself to think about his next actions, he swiped his forefinger through the semen in his hand and reached it to her, hesitating only a second, before touching it to her lips.

  He didn’t move, afraid of what she’d do if she woke. Would she bite him? Slap him? Or beg him for more? He tensed as her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked her lips, a sigh escaping her.

  He repeated the process, this time gently parting her lips and inserting his semen-coated finger into her mouth.

  She still didn’t wake, but her tongue slid across his finger, her tongue lapping at him hungrily. The feel of her tongue on his fingers made his cock jealous as again he gave her more. Her teeth clamped onto his finger and she sucked enthusiastically. He couldn’t believe his cock was getting hard again but the erotic sight that played before him was such a fucking turn-on.

  Her breathing deepened and she squirmed. He quickly pulled his hand from her and strode to the bathroom to clean himself. He marveled at how her lips had reddened and filled out in an instant. The color returning to her face as she’d sucked his finger.

  Seeing the small, but instant, effect the miniscule amount of semen had on her, he really couldn’t understand why the frail Sempire continued to reject what she so obviously needed. But he intended to find out. Soon.

  He walked, hesitantly, back to her bedside. She hadn’t awaked but he’d swear a hint of a smile touched her lips. He settled into a chair, getting as comfortable as possible and closed his eyes.

  * * * * *

  Araya’s eyes popped open to the sight of Kean sitting in the chair next to her bed. Her face instantly burned as she remembered the intimate way she’d let him touch her. She’d been out of her mind with want. With need. For him. God, she’d never allowed herself to even kiss a man. What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been thinking. That was the problem. He was the problem.

  What about him threatened her resolve? Yeah, he was a stunning man, but living in a house with a Sempire mother and a Sempire sister, she’d seen hundreds of stunning men. Probably thousands.

  She lowered her eyes and
tried to will her facial temperature to return to normal.

  “Good sleep?” he asked.

  She didn’t look at him as she answered quietly. “Yes. Did I sleep long?”

  “About eight hours.”

  “What? I rarely sleep for more than thirty minutes at a time these days. Eight hours?” She sat up, causing the covers to fall and expose her breasts. She jerked her robe closed and glanced to see if he’d been looking.

  “Suddenly shy?” he asked. He treated her to a soul-scorching smile when she finally dared to look him in the eyes. “How do you feel?”

  Thankfully, he didn’t press the subject, as she wasn’t ready to chat casually about what had happened. And now that he mentioned it, she realized she felt pretty good. Better than she had in weeks. Odd. “Better,” she said.

  “Better than eight hours ago?” he asked with mock shock.

  She smiled. She couldn’t help it even though she still wasn’t ready to talk about it. He was easy to be around. Even in such a screwed-up situation, with him being a prisoner, he managed to tease her and give her the best company she’d had in weeks.

  “I’m going to pretend that doesn’t hurt my ego,” he teased. “Whatcha have to eat around here?”

  “Oh, you must be starving. I have a bunch of snacks in the fridge over there.” She hopped out of bed, marveling at how steady and energized she felt, grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her to show him the way. She opened the custom-carved wood cabinet that housed a refrigerator. She stepped aside and said, “Help yourself to whatever you want.”

  “Wow,” he said as he looked inside. “Fruit, fruit and more fruit. Oh and wine, which is made from fruit.”

  “Oh. Yeah, um, I’m on a fruit diet.” Shit, she didn’t think about that. Sempires ate fruit and semen only.

  His raised an eyebrow while looking her up and down. “Diet? Looks like you ought to join me for a steak and baked potato.”

  She knew she looked terrible. She usually didn’t dwell on that, but somehow him noticing shamed her.