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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 the 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.

“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.