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  “Totally awesome and imaginative?” Valia asked with a huge grin on her face. “Yes, yes I do. It’s a gift. And if you won’t tell me, I’ll have to keep making things up.”

  Araya rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hold back a laugh any longer. She loved her sister. Deep down she envied her sister’s bluntness and her ease with her sexuality. Nothing scared or embarrassed her. And, of course, her beauty was indescribable.

  “That’s more like it,” Valia teased. “You’re much more attractive when you laugh. The pissed-off frowny face wasn’t working for you. So how’d it happen?”

  Araya’s entire body heated as images of Kean stroking his magnificent cock filled her mind. She gave her sister the much abbreviated version of the story.

  “Wow. I understand why you couldn’t resist suck—” She tamed her words when Araya shifted awkwardly. “Gave in to him. I started drooling after getting a whiff of him.”

  Araya growled. Thinking of her sister drooling over Kean had her ready to shove her sister off the balcony. Her gut had instantly tensed and she’d had to forcibly restrain herself.

  “Whoa,” Valia said. “Down, girl. I only sniffed him. No touching. However, he’s so hot, if you don’t want him, I’d be glad to borrow him—”

  Before Araya knew what the hell she was doing, she grabbed her sister by the hair and pulled her to her feet, her other hand balled into a fist. Valia, being a fully transformed Sempire, had always been much stronger than Araya. She still was but Araya could feel her own strength increasing since feeding on Kean. Valia blocked Araya’s punch and held her at arm’s length, the grin never leaving her face.

  “Yep, you got it bad. So, is this fierce possessiveness love, lust or addiction?” She didn’t give Araya a chance to answer. “Knowing you, I’d bet on love.” She crinkled her face in mock disgust.

  “I don’t love him. I hardly even know him,” she denied.

  “Well, maybe it’s a little of all three. Are you calm enough for me to let go? I can’t have you marring my awesomeness.”

  Araya realized she had been about to hit her sister. Why the hell did she care if her sister borrowed Kean? For all she cared, Valia could have him. Araya wanted him out of her room. Out of her life. He’d doomed her to being the whore she never wanted to be. So why did those thoughts make her insides wince? What if her mother was wrong? What if she was already reliant on him?

  Valia released her and handed her the bottle of wine she must have set down before attacking. “Drink up. Hopefully it’ll improve your attitude. Although, I kind of like you feisty like this. It’s great to see some life in you.”

  Araya stumbled to the wrought iron table and fell into the seat next to it. Addicted to an Incubus. One eighth Incubus. What the hell would she do now? She couldn’t let her mother hold him as a prisoner. He didn’t deserve that even though he qualified as a first-class bastard. She was back to square one she supposed. Denying the one thing that would keep her alive. But if her mother knew, she’d never let Kean go. No matter what. She couldn’t let her know.

  “Valia, don’t tell Mother about my outburst, okay?” Araya asked.

  Valia snorted. “Of course not. None of her business. But why?”

  “I want her to let Kean go, if she thinks I’m addicted, she won’t.”

  Valia pursed her pink lips. “But if you are, you’ll need him. I don’t want you to suffer anymore. Especially not after seeing your transformation.”

  “Please Valia. He’s only an eighth. Even Mother told me the chances of that were slim with his diluted semen.”

  Valia looked thoughtful for a moment. “Yeah, that’s true. Maybe mild withdrawals but nothing major. Okay. I’m in as long as you promise to take care of yourself from now on. I’m so excited for us to go out cruising for…”

  Araya’s mind wandered as her sister blathered on and on about picking up males. She had to talk her mother into letting Kean go. If she wasn’t already dependent on him she would be after a few more feedings. She knew she’d not be able to resist for long with him in such close proximity and after experiencing such amazing pleasure at his skilled hands. Her mother wanted her to feed from him a few times though. Damn her.

  She didn’t see any way around it. She had no clue how to remove the collar from Kean’s neck, and he couldn’t leave with it on. She’d have to do it. She’d have to feed from him one more time. Surely her mother would accept twice. Once with him had had such a dramatic effect on her, twice should be good enough. She’d convince her mother she’d converted and couldn’t wait to get on with the rest of her Sempire life.

  * * * * *

  Kean sat. Waiting. Waiting for Araya and her sister to finish gossiping or whatever it was females did. He’d given her space for as long as he could stand it and he needed to make her believe he hadn’t intended to trick her. Most importantly that he hadn’t used her. He didn’t like her anger directed at him. The hurt in her eyes gnawed at his guts. And he didn’t fucking know why.

  “I think she likes you, Incubus,” Valia announced as she flounced past him toward the door. Before leaving, she hesitated and turned back to him. “Thank you for saving my sister. Now we can go out and find hot males together. I actually have a Ferox demon in mind for her. Never had one myself, but heard they’re wild and scrumptious.”

  Kean felt his fists clench at his sides. A growl rumbled from deep within. He knew of Ferox demons. They were huge and wild and embodied the whorish nature Araya despised. Okay. So maybe he did too but the thought of her with that disgusted him. Kean would please her. Give her what she needed. A Ferox demon would fuck her like an animal and walk away.

  Valia’s laugh broke through his thoughts. “I like you, Incubus.” She winked at him and left the room.

  What the hell was that about? He’d never understand females. Outside the bedroom anyway.

  Araya walked into the room. His male ego bolstered at the sight of her—knowing his semen was responsible for her transformation into the sensuous beauty that walked toward him now. His cock instantly hardened as she dropped her robe and stood before him naked. But she’d turned him on even before, when she’d been weak. Yeah, it didn’t matter with this female. She turned his crank either way.

  “What are you doing?” Kean asked, surprised.

  “What I need to do to get you out of here. Out of my life.” She dropped to her knees and parted his robe.

  “What the fuck? What’s that supposed to mean?” Kean grabbed her arms at the shoulders and pulled her until she stood.

  “Just let me do this. Satisfy my mother. And she’ll let you go. We’ll both get what we want.”

  Kean couldn’t believe his ears. She hated him so much she’d do this willingly but apparently with no feeling so she could get rid of him faster. He was hard and ready for her, yes. But he didn’t want her unless she wanted him, wanted him as desperately as she had last night.

  “Araya, I don’t want you like this,” he said softly.

  Her eyes narrowed and her face flushed. “You’re rejecting me now?”

  “I mean that I don’t want you unless you want me. I don’t want you to lower yourself and do something you don’t desire simply because you’re angry,” he explained.

  “What?” she squealed. “You won’t have me now but you forced,” his fingers dug painfully into her shoulders so she amended, “you tricked me into it before.”

  His face hardened. “I offered. You accepted. You truly desired me at that time. We’ve been over this already.”

  “Damn you.” The words left Araya’s mouth as a hiss.

  He watched her inhale deeply and saw her pupils dilate with every breath, the gold flecks in her eyes sparkling brighter. She reached up and gently but firmly pushed his hands from her arms and stepped up to him on tiptoes, her lips less than an inch from his.

  “Can’t you tell? Don’t you know?” She breathed against his lips. “I hate you for what you’ve done but I do want you. I can’t not want you.”


  Music to his fucking ears. Her scent engulfed him. Damn right she wanted him and he’d give her what she needed, what she desired. He’d give her an experience to remember, to cherish even if she hated him. He’d make sure she felt loved her first time. Make sure she felt treasured so she had a memory to hold onto if she ever felt like a whore for doing what she’d be compelled to do from now on.

  Thinking of her hopping from male to male enraged him. Knowing it was his fault overwhelmed him with guilt. But he’d saved her life, right? That had to count for something.

  He stroked her cheek with his fingers. He moved forward and inclined his head until his lips barely brushed hers, her fruity breath warming his lips. “You hate me now and you’ll hate me more tomorrow, but tonight, I want you to use me. Pretend I’m the only one you’ll ever desire. Pretend you love me, Araya. Let me be your one, your fantasy.”

  Their lips met and she threw her arms around his neck following his lead, matching every thrust of his tongue with abandon. Her body molded to his, fitting him perfectly. He wanted to go slow and be gentle and loving. He’d have to rein himself in to accomplish that feat if her kisses alone made him this hot. His cock, already hard, ached with a need to fill her. His desire to spread her and plunge into her depths, give her every last inch of him, burned within him.

  He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bed. He only broke the kiss when he sat her down then slid his hands under the shoulders of her robe making it fall from her body. He quickly discarded his robe. As soon as it hit the floor Araya groaned, grasped his shaft and wrapped her sultry lips around the head of his cock before he knew her intent. His knees buckled at the incredible sensation, but that’s not what this time was about. He struggled to gain control and pulled out of her delicious hold.

  “No,” Kean croaked. “I’ll spill too soon if you touch me like that.” He kneeled on the floor between her legs. “I want to give you what you want if only for one night. Pretend with me. Let the illusion take over. I’ll make love to you if you’ll have me.”

  “Make love,” she echoed his words. “I’ll never have that.” The sadness in her tone was unmistakable.

  “Let me give that to you now,” he urged.

  She studied him through heavily lidded eyes, lust and regret burning brightly within their depths.

  “Yes,” she agreed, “pretend with me tonight.”

  “Lie back, Araya. I need to taste you now. I can’t resist another second.”

  She obeyed and lay back on the bed with her legs bent at the knees hanging over the edge of the bed. Goddamn she was sexy. Her golden curls couldn’t hide the moisture coating her enticing cunt. Her sharp intake of breath spurred him on as he slowly licked from bottom to top, lingering at her clit. She was already so swollen, so ready for him. Control yourself.

  His tongue lashed her engorged clit with vigor, her nectarous taste and her enthusiasm driving him mad with lust. Her hips bucked as she fisted the sheets.

  “Kean. Please, I want it, you, I…” she stuttered between strangled gasps.

  Watching her expression of ecstasy blew him away. So untamed. He’d never been as intrigued and turned-on by any of his other sexual encounters. This female—this demon—sunk her claws into him and pricked all the right nerves.

  “Not yet,” he said against her clit. “I want your sweet cunt to weep with desire for me, Araya. I want you to desire me like you’ll never desire another,” he said as he plunged his tongue inside her slick opening.

  “Oh god,” she wailed, thrusting her hips, making his tongue go deeper. “I do. Please,” she panted. “I want…”

  “Tell me,” he encouraged her. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

  “I want to feel you. Need to know…”

  He drew her clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue slowly over the engorged bud. He wanted her to want him like no other, wanted to know, without a doubt, she wouldn’t be able to say he tricked her into this. The fantasy didn’t work unless she was mindless with lust and emotion for him.

  “Do you want me to lick you until you come?” he asked as he inserted a finger inside her. She gasped. “Or do you want something else? Something more than this?”

  “Yes,” she answered breathlessly.

  He chuckled, deep and throaty. “Which one? You can’t have both at the same time. Choose.”

  She thrust against his finger, her chest heaving from ragged breaths. He’d do whatever she wanted but damn he wanted to hear her say it. Wanted to hear her beg him to slide his hard cock inside her.

  And damn did he want to know the feel of being inside her slick depths. Wanted to know it with a desperation that made his cock ache.

  Her lust-filled eyes opened halfway as she gazed at him, still thrusting against his finger.

  “I want…” she moaned as he swiped his tongue across her clit. I want you to make love to me. Be my one, Kean. Show me how it feels to be loved.”

  Her words made his heart hitch and his cock jump as his balls pulled tight against his body. Perfect. He rose from the floor and pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her body into his as their lips met in an urgent but gentle kiss.

  “Please,” she breathed against his lips.

  “Yes, I’ll make love to you, Araya. I want nothing more in this moment.”

  He lay her back on the bed and hooked her legs over his forearms. He spread her wide and settled between her legs. He gripped his shaft and ran the head of his cock up and down between her flooded lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he pressed into her drenched cunt. Slowly. Inch by torturous inch. Fuck. She felt great. Hot, wet, ready for him.

  He stroked his thumb across her clit as he slowly, ever so slowly, pumped in and out of her.

  “Look at me, Araya. Do you like this? Is this what you want?”

  Her beautiful, golden eyes swam with lust and emotion as she gazed up at him.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “You feel so good. I could stay inside you for eternity. Ask for anything you want and I’ll give it to you.”

  “I need to know how it feels to…to come with you inside me,” she finished, her cheeks pinkening but her gaze didn’t leave his.

  Her wish was his command. He increased the pressure and the pace of his strokes on her clit. She cried out as her breath hitched and her vaginal muscles clenched around his cock. He knew she was close.He slammed deep inside her and held still letting her work his cock the way she wanted it, needed it.

  “Yes, Kean,” she wailed, her head thrashing back and forth. Every muscle in his body strained to the point of agony to keep from releasing his come. Her sexy body thrashing around so close to orgasm, drove him mad.

  “You’re so beautiful. So sexy. Tell me you love me, Araya.”

  Confusion clouded her eyes.

  “It’s your fantasy,” he reminded her. He let go of one of her legs to lean in and kiss her. Deep. Passionate. Loving. He pulled back just a little. She gazed into his eyes.

  “I love you,” she whispered, then pulled him down for another kiss.

  Kean was shocked by the emotions that raced through him when she said those words. He was more into the fantasy than he realized. “And I love you,” he said. He’d never said that to anyone before. Anyone outside family anyway. It felt odd but right. Not as difficult as he’d always assumed it’d be.

  He saw a tear slip from the corner of her eye and kissed it away. He gave her deep thrusts of his cock, filling her all the way. He felt the contractions on his cock become more frequent and her breathing became more rapid. Yeah, he wanted to feel her climax as he thrust deep inside her.

  “That’s it. Kean, please,” she stammered.

  “Come for me, Araya,” he demanded.

  “Yes, now. Harder,” she wailed.

  She gripped the sheets with one fist and dug her nails into his back with the other. Then she went utterly still, her eyes widening, her mouth opened a
nd something akin to a scream came out. He’d have thought her in pain if he hadn’t felt her orgasm drench his cock.

  That was it, he could hold back no longer. He roared as semen spurted from his throbbing erection, her cunt milking him, searing pleasure spearing from his balls, through his shaft, out the tip of his cock.

  He reached a hand between her and the bed and used the last of his energy to scoot them both fully onto the bed. He reluctantly withdrew from her and they both moaned at the separation.

  He kissed her forehead as he lay beside her draping an arm across her middle as they both fought to catch their breath.

  “How do you feel?” he asked.

  Araya’s body hummed with energy, partly from Kean’s seed flowing through her body, partly from the ecstasy she’d experienced at his skilled hands. If she’d had a clue how magnificent sexual encounters could be, she’d never have held out for so many years.

  “Exhilarated, content,” she answered.

  Maybe this Sempire thing wouldn’t be so bad after all. No. Even though she felt her demon nature taking hold, she still wanted love, a forever relationship. She wanted it even more now that she’d had a taste of it with Kean. He’d fulfilled her fondest fantasy. She didn’t know why but he’d known exactly what she wanted and he’d given it to her if only for a short time.

  “Good,” he said. “Me too. You are incredible.”

  She’d been so angry with him, she’d convinced herself she hated him but she knew now that was a lie. She couldn’t hate the man who’d made her feel loved. Cherished. Adored. He was the incredible one.

  Despite his betrayal, she truly enjoyed his company, liked him and desired him with a passion she’d never known she was capable of.

  She’d let herself believe the illusions as he’d requested. She’d never known she had the ability to let her imagination take such a strong hold and make her feel, if only for a short time, that she had what she truly wanted. She wondered if she’d be able to continue fantasizing, to that degree, in the future so maybe she could fool herself into believing the lie but she knew in her heart she’d never meet another like Kean.