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  His body slumped back to a sitting position, his dick made a popping sound as it pulled from the stranglehold her lips had on it. She swiped her tongue across her lips.

  Her hair shone and her lips and skin plumped, taking on a rosy glow. The transformation was incredible. He’d thought her beautiful before but now stunning, irresistible.

  The lust in her golden eyes struck him as her gaze met his. She’d been fed but now she needed release and he’d damn sure give it to her if she’d let him.

  “Untie me, Kean,” she demanded in a low and husky tone.

  He removed one silk tie and then the other. She shook out her arms and commanded him, “Touch me, like you did before.”

  So damn sexy. “Araya, I want to make you come with my mouth. Like you did for me. Let me lick you. Let me taste your sweetness.”

  “Yes,” she breathed as her legs spread.

  He needed no more invitation than that. He dove between her legs, burying his face in her ambrosial scent. Her hips bucked at the assault his tongue waged on her silken folds.

  “Oh god, Kean. Feels so good.”

  He parted her lips with his tongue and delved deep inside, then stroked up and down on her clit. Her knees squeezed together crushing his head. He parted them forcefully with his hands, never stopping the assault on her clit. He sucked. She writhed.

  “Yes, oh yes,” she wailed as her sweet juices coated his lips and tongue. Warm, sweet, fruity. Pure heaven.

  Araya’s body hummed with energy. Oh god. She’d never felt so alive. So hot. And she’d never feasted on anything as exquisite at Kean’s cock. She’d almost climaxed when his come had flooded her mouth.

  She needed more from him now. Her body craved him, burned for him, demanded an orgasm from him. Only him.

  His warm tongue caressing her, probing her—she hadn’t known what she was missing. The sensations splitting her insides apart. She grabbed his hair holding him in place, afraid he’d stop the delicious assault his mouth waged on her.

  She couldn’t bear it. The pleasure, the intensity threatened to make her go mad. Raging waves of bliss blazed through her. Consumed her. Her hips bucked in contrast with the magical swipes of his tongue on her clit.

  Her body tensed as white hot sparks shot through her body. She cried out, “Kean. Yes!” as her skin melted and her internal organs turned to mush from the intensity of her climax.

  Araya rode the waves of orgasm until she couldn’t bear any more. Her voice was barely a whisper as she pushed at Kean’s head. “Stop.”

  Kean looked up at her, a cocky smile splayed his lips. “Sensitive?”

  She nodded, too breathless for words.

  Kean crawled up the bed and lay next to her on his side propping his head up with one hand. The other hand stroked circles around her stomach, goose bumps trailing in the wake of each stroke.

  Kean didn’t speak and she was glad for it. Araya couldn’t remember ever feeling so relaxed. Boneless. Content. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she should be royally pissed, but the climax washed away all coherent thought. Her eyes drifted shut and her mind floated away on a cloud of serenity.

  Chapter Five

  Araya awoke thinking her bed had never felt warmer and more comfortable than it did right now. She tried to stretch her arms above her head but couldn’t. She jerked sideways when she realized Kean’s arm was wrapped tight around her. Oh crap. The memories slammed into her brain. Kean. Damn him!

  Araya had successfully avoided her demon nature for almost thirty years. Yeah, she’d have been dead soon but at least she wouldn’t have to face a lifestyle she abhorred. A slave to her cravings, desires. Then he’d come along and screwed it all up. She’d trusted him. Stupid? Obviously. But there had been something about him she’d liked. She enjoyed his company. He was fun, made her laugh.

  She’d thought he understood and respected her reasons. But wait, he was a human, so he would have thought she was making up the Sempire story anyway. Which meant, there wasn’t even anything admirable about what he’d done. He didn’t know or believe his semen would actually fix her condition, save her. So, he was as bad as the rest of the men. A freaking whore. And he’d made her a whore.

  Rage overtook her mind. Bastard! She flung Kean’s arm off her and punched him square in the face as she jumped from the bed.

  He groaned and brought his hand to his cheek. “What the fuck,” he yelped.

  “You bastard.” She stomped to her closet and grabbed a fresh robe, belting it closed dramatically. “You made me like you. I felt sorry for you being here. Kidnapped, my ass. You and my mother planned this out perfectly didn’t you? You’re probably both so proud of yourselves.”

  Kean got out of the bed and grabbed a blue robe off the floor. Where the hell had he gotten that? Her mother, no doubt. Bitch.

  “Araya, I’m sorry.” He had the decency to look ashamed. “I decided I didn’t like the idea of you dying.”

  “What?” she shrieked. “You liar. You didn’t believe the story I told you. Why would you? You’re just like the rest of them. You wanted sex. A blowjob. Whatever. You forced me to do something I didn’t want. I hope you’re happy with yourself because you make me sick. You have condemned me to a life I don’t want.”

  Kean stormed toward her looking pissed. She tried to take a step back but he grabbed her by the shoulders. “Araya, I don’t have to be locked in a room with a woman and tie her up to get sex. A blowjob. Whatever.” He mimicked her words. “I am sorry for your situation. But I did not force you to do anything. I encouraged you because I wanted to save you and myself.”

  His voice lowered taking on a seductive tone. “You wanted my cock in your mouth. You asked for a taste and you loved it. Look at what it’s done for you. Have you seen yourself? How do you feel?”

  It pissed her off that she felt her face burn at his blunt words. It pissed her off more that he was right. Had he held out she would have begged him for a taste. Of course, if he hadn’t been masturbating and she hadn’t been tied, she wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place.

  And she did feel great. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive and full of energy in her life. She pushed at his chest and he let go of her arms and stepped back.

  She stormed to the bathroom and gasped at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair shone as though made of spun silk, her eyes sparkled as if infused by flecks of golden glitter. The dark circles under her eyes had disappeared, her complexion young and rosy. She’d never looked so good, not even before she’d begun weakening.

  She’d have been excited, in awe, if she didn’t know what she had to do to continue feeling and looking so great. But she did know and it stripped away any excitement she might have enjoyed.

  She turned away from the mirror and found Kean staring at her from the doorway.

  “Amazing transformation, don’t ya think?” Kean asked and smiled at her.

  “I need you out of my sight. You betrayed me. You used me. You’re a whore like the rest. You got what you wanted so just go away.”

  “Araya,” his voice lowered, gentled, “I may qualify as a whore and possibly a betrayer but I did not use you. I offered you what you needed and you accepted.”

  “You say that but there is no way you actually believed your—your,” she sputtered, “semen would help me. And why aren’t you freaking out that it did?”

  Kean shrugged. “I knew what you were before you told me. I’m not…” He paused and shifted uncomfortably. “I’m not exactly human.”

  Araya felt her mouth drop open and her eyes bug. “What the hell are you then?”

  “You may not like it.” She only glared at him until he continued. “I’m an eighth Incubus.”

  “No. You. Are. Not. My mother wouldn’t. She couldn’t.” Her face burned and not from embarrassment but from pure anger. Her mother surely wouldn’t lock her in a room with a freaking Incubus. No way. No freaking way. One thing drilled into a young Sempire’s brain—stay
the hell away from Incubi.

  That explained why she scented him so well. Why he smelled so incredibly irresistible. Why she had needed to taste him. Couldn’t resist. Why even in her anger, the thought of the taste of him, shit, the mere sight of him had her craving more.

  It also explained Kiberry’s appearance. He never visited her when humans were around. Damn, even Kiberry had sensed the demon in Kean. If only she had, she would have locked herself in the bathroom or shoved him off the balcony. Something, anything to keep him away from her.

  Damn her mother. What if she was already addicted to him? She’d be in worse shape than she had been before. At least, if she’d given in to a human, she could move on. But now, now she might be dependent on him. Him only. Forever.

  But wasn’t that what she wanted? To find one male she could be with? Yeah, she wanted it but she needed love to go with it. Kean didn’t love her. He didn’t care about saving her either. He wanted to get away from her and did what he had to do to make it happen. What the hell had her mother been thinking bringing a freaking Incubus into their house? Her room?

  She pushed past him and stomped to the intercom. She slammed her fist on the button. She didn’t wait for the voice on the other end to acknowledge her. As soon as she heard the click, she demanded, “I want to see my mother right now.”

  Talith swept into the room ten minutes later, escorted by one of her guards. Her face lit up as she gazed upon Araya. “You look wonderful,” Talith exclaimed as she rushed to embrace her daughter.

  Araya stepped back and held her hands out keeping her mother at bay.

  “You locked me in a room with an Incubus? Do you hate me that much, Mother?”

  Talith blanched at Araya’s words and shot Kean a look. “Hate you? I love you, dear. I’ve been trying desperately to save your life.”

  “By addicting me to an Incubus?” Araya shrieked.

  “He’s only part Incubus. Weak.” Kean growled but Talith continued as if he weren’t in the room. “It’s highly unlikely you’ll develop addiction to him after a few feedings.”

  Araya felt her face twist in anger. “A few? There will be no more. I want him out of here. Now.”

  “Dear, look at yourself. Listen to yourself. You are beautiful, strengthened. Fiery. You are a Sempire and you’ve already had sex with him once. Why not again? Was he no good?”

  Araya spared Kean a glance. He looked ready to explode.

  “I didn’t have sex with him,” she gritted out.

  Her mother looked surprised then smiled. “Ah you… Well, then, good for you, dear. I expected the mixed-breed to seduce your virginity from you.”

  “Don’t you dare look pleased. You know how I feel about this. And don’t say mixed-breed with a sneer. I’m a freaking mixed-breed.”

  Talith visibly hardened. “Araya, yes you are half human. But the Sempire half will take over mostly wiping out any human in you. We’ve been over this. It’s those uptight human notions that have you wanting love, marriage, monogamy. Once you’ve fully embraced your demon nature, these things will no longer matter to you. You will accept and thrive on your sexual encounters. You will crave new partners, new semen to energize you.”

  Araya snorted. “I put up with you locking me in my room and locking men in here with me. It would all have been over soon anyway. But for you to have brought an Incubus to me… What if, Mother?”

  Talith cut her off. “If addiction occurs, it should be short-lived. If not short-lived, then the Incubus stays. Simple as that.”

  Kean spoke up. “I did what you asked. She’s healthy. I’ll not be a prisoner forever.”

  Araya wanted to punch him again. Bastard. He knew what she was and he knew the possible complications and he’d done it anyway. But he hadn’t been interested at first. Was it possible he wasn’t in on this from the beginning? Was it possible he had been kidnapped? It wouldn’t change what he’d done but it would make him slightly less of a bastard. Slightly.

  “How did you find an Incubus?” Araya asked.

  “At a nightclub. As I found the other males. Why?” Talith asked.

  “So you set out looking for a human and accidentally found an Incubus?” Araya hoped that was the case. It would make her mother slightly less despicable. Slightly.

  Talith’s gaze faltered a second.

  “Mother?” Araya demanded.

  “If you must know, I’d been searching for an Incubus for a week. What I found was even better. Him. A mixed-breed Incubus. Diluted blood, diluted semen, therefore reducing the risks of addiction but making him much more alluring than any human or other suitable-demon.”

  “You’re evil,” Araya spat at her mother.

  Talith looked hurt but quickly recovered. “I love you. I have done what needed to be done. I will not apologize for saving my daughter’s life.” With that she strode from the room. Her guard followed and locked the door behind them.

  “I want him out of here.” Araya yelled at the closed door. When there was no reply, she stalked to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of wine and took it to the balcony, popping the top and drinking directly from the bottle. She couldn’t remember ever being so angry in her life.

  * * * * *

  Kean figured it best to give Araya some space. What a personality change. He wasn’t ashamed to admit her fiery spunk turned him on. Shit who was he kidding? Everything about his little half-demon turned him on. Stopping short, he realized she wasn’t his little half-demon. What was happening to him? He was beginning to think she might be as dangerous to him as he was to her. He really needed to get the fuck outta Dodge.

  How the hell was he supposed to do that though? Talith wanted them to… Wait. Talith had assumed they’d had sex. Holy shit. It didn’t really help his cause but information was information. So, Sempires weren’t required to ingest semen for it to work its magic on them. No, he couldn’t see how that helped him any but it sure was interesting. Not something he knew.

  He hated that Araya was so pissed at him. He hadn’t come into this trying to hurt her. Hell, he’d been forced into the situation and had fully intended to hold out. He understood why she’d doubt that though.

  Shit. He’d tied her up and jacked off in front of her face. Yeah, no mystery as to why she had the wrong idea.

  Hearing the door open, he spun around to see a blazing redhead flounce into the room. Wow. Skin-tight, red satin pants hugged her long legs. The shiny black stilettos adorning her feet making her legs look longer. A black sequined halter top barely covered her plump tits and exposed a bellybutton that sported dangling black and red gems. The extreme red of her hair almost matched the bright pants she wore. Her eyes shone of gold similar to Araya’s.

  “Whoa!” she exclaimed and eyed him up and down. “No wonder Mom hid you from me and Fin insisted I sneak up here. You are fucking hot.” She drew in an exaggerated breath. “And you smell delicious.” She frowned then and closed the distance between them, getting right up in his face. She inhaled deeply again. He saw her pupils dilate and he took a step back.

  “Your scent is…” Her eyes widened and she jumped back from him. “What are you?”

  Shit. Another fucking Sempire to deal with. “I’m Kean. You?”

  “That’s not what I meant.” She pouted. “I’m Valia. Now what are you?”

  “Can’t you tell?”

  To his surprise she burst out laughing and slapped her hands on her thighs. “Mom saddled her daughter with an Incubus? Holy shit. That is insane.” After doubling over with laughter, she said, “Okay, well, that’s different. Where’s my sister?”

  Ah, he should have known by the eyes they were related. The long, wavy hair was the same too, only very dramatic differences in color.

  “She’s getting drunk on the balcony.”

  “Fantastic. Think I’ll join her,” she paused and looked at him thoughtfully, “unless you were about to join her.”

  She winked at him. He winked back. “No, I think she’d as soon push me off th
e balcony as look at me right now.”

  Valia considered this a moment. “Mom told me Araya was doing well but wouldn’t say anything else. She was pretty bitchy. I take it Araya’s pissed she gave in. No biggie. She’ll get over it soon enough. I can’t wait for her to hit the clubs with me.”

  * * * * *

  Araya had already downed half the bottle of wine. She stood, looking over the balcony wall, fuming with anger, wishing she had simply jumped over the side and ended it quickly six months ago. But she couldn’t do it then and wouldn’t do it now.

  She spun around as a voice interrupted her rage.

  “Holy shit! You are looking H-O-T, girl!” Her sister rushed over to her and spun her around, looking her up and down.

  Araya couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through her at her sister’s appraisal of her. Growing up half-human in a family of full-blooded, stunningly beautiful Sempires left her feeling lacking in the looks department. And now, well, she felt beautiful for the first time in her life. Thanks to Kean. The bastard.

  Her sister jumped up and plopped her butt on the balcony railing. “Tell me all about it,” she said excitedly. “Every last detail. He looks and smells yumalicious.” Valia’s eyes rolled back in her head as she fanned herself with her hand.

  Had Araya not been so angry, she might have laughed at her sister’s dramatics.

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” Araya said.

  Valia pouted. “You’re a party pooper. You had an Incubus! You have to tell me something.”

  When Araya didn’t say anything, Valia said, “Fine. I’ll guess.” She looked up and tapped her forefinger to her chin as if in deep thought. “Okay. My guess is you got tired of the whole dying thing, got on your hands and knees, with your ass in the air and demanded he shove it in your—”

  “Stop!” Araya yelled at her sister. “Do you have to be so-so—”