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“I’m feeling steadier now. You don’t need to carry me. Guess you were right about the demon DNA.” A loud hiccup punctuated her sentence and her cheeks turned pink. “I might still be a little tipsy though.”
Damn her for being adorable. He set her down but held onto her arm as they walked inside.
Chapter Eight
Araya could not believe she was walking through Kean’s door. She’d never expected to see him again. Out of all the clubs, in all the world, Valia had picked one less than fifteen minutes from Kean’s house? No way was that a coincidence. Now that the fog had lifted from her brain, she realized Valia had set her up apparently with Fin’s help. She was going to kill them both when she got home. Or maybe kiss them. She hadn’t decided yet.
Kean lead her through the arched entry way into a masculine living room—all black leather furniture and beige walls—and indicated for her to take a seat on the couch. He needed some color in his life. If she lived here, she’d add plants and maybe some bright pillows on the couch and chairs. She mentally slapped herself. It’d do her no good to think that way.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he made his way to the kitchen.
Araya devoured Kean with her eyes. His firm ass flexed beneath his jeans with each long stride. And God he smelled good. Being here was not a good idea. Images of her ripping his pants off and sucking him battled with images of her ripping his pants off and straddling him. Sinking down on his hard cock and milking him.
She hungered for him in so many ways. The Sempire need being one of them, yes. But she wanted more. She wanted the fantasy with him.
When he came back, he placed a platter full of blueberries and mango slices on the shiny black coffee table in front of her. “Hungry?” he asked. “Eat some. Clear your head.”
She reached out and grabbed a slice of mango and stuffed it in her mouth. “Yum. You always have mango and blueberries on hand?”
He shifted awkwardly then took a seat next to her on the couch. “I started buying them after leaving your place.”
She was drowning in his tangy male scent. She shoved a couple more mango slices in her mouth to keep herself from eating him. Her head swam from need. Oh shit. She clutched her stomach as another stabbing pain shot through her.
“Araya? What’s wrong?”
“Kean,” she started her voice throaty, “I should go.”
She sat up and both loved and hated the concern she saw in his eyes.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he demanded.
“I need… I need to go.” She stood and swayed.
Kean jumped to his feet and wrapped his arms around her. He felt good. So warm and strong. She gazed up into his dark eyes.
“Your pupils are dilated.” He lowered his face closer to hers. “And your scent…” He growled low in his throat. “You need sex.”
She closed her eyes and her chin dropped. She felt ashamed and tried to pull from his grasp. But he held her tighter.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice gravelly and she obliged with reluctance. “I know what you are. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I… Do you….” A frown set on his lips and his muscles went rigid. His voice sounded strained as he gritted out, “Do you need me to take you back to the club to find a male?”
“What? No!” She couldn’t believe he’d asked her that and she pushed out of his grip. He didn’t offer himself, but offered to find her someone else? Damn, she knew he’d been forced into the situation with her in the beginning but he’d seemed to enjoy being with her. “Why did you bring me here if you find me so repulsive?”
He blanched as if she’d slapped him. “Repulsive? What I find repulsive is the idea of you with another male,” he ground out. “But you…” He put his hands on either side of her face and looked into her eyes for a long moment, then kissed her with force. Their lips crashed together and his tongue plunged inside her mouth. He tasted so good. She’d longed to feel his kiss again.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. “I find irresistible. I haven’t been able to think straight since leaving you.”
She sucked in a surprised breath. Could she have heard him correctly? “Really?” The word came out a squeak.
“Araya, let me take care of you tonight. Let me meet your needs.” His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth. “I know you’ve settled in to your Sempire life and want to continue experiencing other males.” His hands tightened on her face almost to the point of pain. “But use me tonight. Let me touch you. Let me inside you. Let me feed you.”
Araya could not believe her ears. Kean wanted her. Not because he was abducted and collared and it was his only hope for escape. He just wanted her. Did he care for her? No. She couldn’t let her mind travel down that path. For now, it was enough that he wanted her with no ulterior motives.
And god, how she wanted him. She pulled his head down to her and kissed him with everything she had. His words fueled her desire. Every sweep of his tongue shot white-hot flame through her body.
“I’m taking that as acceptance of my offer,” he said as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He set her on the bed, kneeled down and removed her shoes. His hands slowly smoothed up her legs, leaving a warm tingling sensation in their wake.
“Wait,” she struggled to get the word out. Kean stopped touching her immediately and a sigh escaped her lips. She took his hands in hers and encouraged him to sit beside her. “I don’t want to use you, Kean.”
He visibly tensed but she quickly explained, “I mean, I want you.”
“Of course you do,” he said tersely. “You’re a Sempire. I’m a male and part Incubus.”
“No. I mean, yes. But what I’m trying to say is that I missed you.” She turned away embarrassed by her admission but she wanted him to know. She wanted him to know that she didn’t only want him to feed from him. She wanted him. The person. The man. The lover.
He audibly exhaled and pulled her to him so that she straddled him, her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt his erection pressing against her pussy, his jeans and her skimpy panties an annoying barrier. He brushed a light kiss across her lips, then stood and let her slide down his body until she stood in front of him. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head, then tossed it to the floor. He sucked in a breath as he looked at her, his eyes dark with desire.
“Irresistible.” He dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She arched into him needing more contact. She needed this. Needed him.
He replaced his mouth with his hand, taking her other nipple into his mouth, licking and teasing it to a taut peak. He eased her onto the bed and removed her panties then shed his own clothes, his muscles rippling as he removed his jeans.
She ached for him, burned for his touch. The sight of his thick, veined erection had her growling and she wanted him inside her. Inside her mouth. Inside her body. She cried out as another pain shot through her.
Kean moved to her side in an instant. “What is it?”
Araya covered her face with her hands. She wanted to savor this moment with him but she was losing it and she needed to feed now. She could barely keep herself from throwing him down and sucking the life out of him.
Another pain struck. She needed him now. She pushed him down on his back. “I’m sorry,” she said.
Her usually soft, sweet voice was barely recognizable as she pushed him down, her strength surprising him. He wasn’t sure he could fight her off even if he wanted to, which he did fucking not want to. Her pupils were so dilated the gold was barely visible. Her scent washed over him in heavy waves making him drunk with desire. Her need was so strong. He wondered if this insane need was a daily thing. He instantly shoved those thoughts from his mind. He didn’t want to think about her wanting this so desperately with anyone but him.
She straddled him and began fumbling to get his cock inside her.
“Hey,” he said, “slow down, no rush.”
She gr
owled at him. An actual animal-like growl. And it was fucking hot. She grabbed his cock—hard—guiding it to her slick cunt.
She slammed her body down, taking every inch of him inside her in a split second. He groaned as her moisture coated him, her channel, enveloping him. She cried out and he thought she hurt herself, but then she rocked back and forth, bucking wildly on his dick. Her nails dug into his ribs as she fucked him.
Since leaving her, he’d been discontent, sullen and lonely. He’d tried to distract himself, but the usual parties and women didn’t appeal to him. He’d missed the feel of her, the smell of her, her smile. Her. Being inside Araya felt like home. There was no place he’d rather be.
He’d never had a female ride him with such wild abandon. Her head thrashed from side to side, her golden hair whipping around her. So fucking beautiful. She alternated between thrusting her hips back and forth and bouncing up and down. The thought she might break his dick crossed his mind, but he was so lost in the pleasure of watching her and feeling what only she could do to him, he didn’t care.
He watched his shaft slide in and out of her, shiny from her juices. Her perky breasts bouncing in time with her frenzied rhythm.
Oh fuck. He felt the semen fighting to burst from his wonderfully abused dick. He didn’t want to come so fast. Didn’t want it to be over.
As if she knew how close he was, she demanded in that animalistic tone, “Release it. Now.” Her eyes showed no gold now. They’d turned completely black.
He did as ordered because he couldn’t hold back against the assault her hot, tight cunt waged on his shaft. Every muscle in his body tensed as he exploded, roaring as jet after hot jet of semen spurted into her.
He felt her walls clench around him and she fell forward onto him as she cried out. “Oh Kean. Oh god.” He rocked inside her as she climaxed, her slick walls spasming, milking him.
They lay there trying to catch their breath. Her body still slumped over him and her face tucked into his neck. He smoothed her sweat dampened hair away from her face and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Sorry? For what?”
“For… For just taking you. Oh my god. What did I do?”
He chuckled. He couldn’t help himself. She sounded so serious. “Araya, I have never experienced anything quite like that, and I can tell you I enjoyed every second of it.”
She lifted her head and looked in his eyes. “Really?”
He took her face in his hands and said, “Yes. Really. I’ve never seen anything so sexy. You needed me and you took me.”
She frowned and buried her face in his shoulder again. “But I didn’t want to use you.”
“Is that all it was about? Did you not want me before the need took over?”
“I’ve wanted you every day since you left,” she admitted.
He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her into him. He’d swear his heart stopped beating when she’d said that. He didn’t want this to be over, didn’t want her to leave.
“Araya, stay with me tonight. Let me make love to you now.”
Tonight. She wanted nothing more than to stay with him but wished for more than tonight. She couldn’t imagine ever finding another male who made her feel so much. Pleasure, happiness, completeness with him. Loneliness, longing, pain without him. But she’d take tonight and treasure it.
He rolled her over and kissed her deeply, licking and caressing every inch of her body, making her burn and feel treasured. He then made love to her slow and easy bringing them both to climax again, filling her with his seed, nourishing her inside and out.
She sighed as he pulled out of her. The loss of him in her depths made her feel empty. He turned on his side and pulled her into him so that her back and butt were cradled against him and his arms wrapped around her.
She wanted him to know, needed him to know. “You’re still the only male who’s touched me,” she whispered.
He moved away from her just enough to turn her over and look into her eyes. “How is that possible?”
She felt a tear slide down her cheek. “I couldn’t.”
“Goddamn it, Araya. You’re actually addicted to my—to me? You should have come to me. I would have helped you through it.”
She put her fingers on his lips to shut him up. “I couldn’t because I wanted you. The last night we spent together—I knew I’d never feel that with anyone else.”
His face softened and he wiped the stray tear from her cheek. “Your Sempire nature didn’t wipe out your human desires. You still want the fantasy.”
Yes, he was right but there was more. She couldn’t bring herself to say it. She wasn’t addicted to him because of his Incubus semen. She’d never felt so close to anyone as she did to him tonight. Not even the night they’d played out her fantasy together. Tonight, the feelings between them had been real. He’d made love to her with no ulterior motives. It was just him and her. And, she couldn’t bear rejection right now.
“Yes.”
He hugged her to him and kissed the back of her head. She loved the feel of his heartbeat on her back.
After several long minutes, Kean spoke. “I’m sorry you suffered but I’m glad you didn’t go to another male.” His voice hardened. “I know you found one tonight but…”
She turned her head to him. “No. I didn’t want him.”
He scowled. “Maybe not but you were going to use him anyway. I saw you kissing him.”
She turned over so she was facing him fully. He sounded so angry. Could it be? He said he found it repulsive to think of her with other males.
“Were you jealous?” she asked and held her breath in anticipation of his answer. If he said no, she’d die from embarrassment, but if he said yes, didn’t that mean he cared? At least a little?
“Hell yes,” he admitted. “I’ve never been jealous a day in my life until meeting you. When I saw you kissing him, I wanted to rip his face off.”
Araya was shocked by his admission and also elated.
“I didn’t kiss him. He kissed me and it made me sick.”
His brow furrowed. “Araya, are you sure you’re not suffering addiction? How often do Sempires need to feed?”
“Every two or three days,” she sighed.
“If you weren’t with anyone after me that means it’s been four days for you. Wouldn’t your demon have driven you to feed?”
“You know I don’t want that.” She lowered her eyes. “Except with you.”
“As much as it makes me happy to hear that, it doesn’t make sense. I’m not an expert on your species but I thought once initiated, the need would drive you to do what you need to do. Unless you’re addicted to an Incubus.”
Damn him. Why couldn’t he let it go?
“Araya?” he urged when she didn’t answer right away.
“I might have been driven. I don’t know.” She shuddered.
“So you’re sure you’re not addicted? Especially after tonight?”
“Kean, honestly, I don’t know but the reason I didn’t want anyone else, is because…” She couldn’t believe the next words that came out of her mouth. “I’m in love with you,” she finished.
His sharp intake of breath made her envious because currently she couldn’t breathe. Her lungs froze as she’d said those words. Her heart might have stopped beating too.
He gawked at her for what seemed like an eternity, then finally smiled and kissed her. A soul-scorching, mind-scrambling kiss.
When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers. “Stay with me, Araya. I know the risk to you is great, but we’ll be in the same boat because I believe I’m addicted to you. To your touch, to your scent, to your smile, to your strength, to your mind. I haven’t been able to think about another woman since being with you. For an Incubus, even only an eighth Incubus, that’s impressive.”
Finally, she breathed. He felt more for her than she thought possible. It wasn’t a confession of love, and that sadde
ned her, but it was probably for the best as the situation hadn’t changed. She was what she was and the day would come that he’d be away for too long and she’d turn to another.
But wait, if she did become addicted to him she wouldn’t be able to. Of course, then she’d suffer horrible pain and eventually die. Neither of the scenarios was ideal.
I’m in love with you. Emotion welled up inside him when she’d said those words. He’d heard it from other women when they were in the heat of passion, but he’d never heard it from someone who meant it, and he knew she did. He could feel it in her touch and see it in her eyes.
This beautiful, sweet, sexy Sempire loved him and he wasn’t letting her go. Ever.
He could see the conflict in her eyes now and wanted to put her at ease.
“Araya, I know your concerns but I have no intention of ever being away from you long enough to make you suffer. It would make me suffer too.” He brushed a light kiss on her lips.
“But what if it’s unavoidable?” she asked, fear shining in her golden eyes.
“I’m not letting you go because of a what if.”
“But you might tire of me after a while. It’s not as if you’re in love with me,” her voice cracked and she looked away from him.
“What?” He grasped her chin and turned her face toward him. “I told you I loved you four days ago.”
“Yes, but you were only pretending.”
“I thought I was. I thought I was playing out the love fantasy for you, because I felt guilty and wanted to give you something special to remember. But as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I wasn’t pretending. It felt so right. Yeah, I’d been trying to lie to myself, trying to convince myself it was all for your benefit. But that was the lie. Araya, I’m seventy-three years old and I have never said those words to another woman. Never thought I would. So when I say it to you, please believe me.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
“Oh my god. You’re seventy-three? You’re way too old for me,” she said, sounding horrified.