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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.

As her gazed dropped he lifted her chin, “I meant no
offense. You’re a beautiful woman. I just meant you damn sure don’t need to be
on a diet.”

He called her beautiful. The sincerity in his eyes shocked
her. She’d have thought he was only being nice, trying to make her feel good,
had she not seen his eyes. The knowledge shot warm sensations through her body.

Dropping his hand from her, he turned back to the fridge and
grabbed a large tray of blueberries, bananas and mangos and a bottle of wine.
“Why don’t you grab a couple glasses and we’ll have an indoor picnic.”

She smiled at him, liking the sound of a picnic. “Why don’t
we sit outside?” she suggested.

“I don’t think your mother’s ready to let me out of this
room,” he said, frowning.

“No but we can sit on my balcony.” At his surprised look,
she said, “But don’t get any ideas. It’s warded. If you try to cross the
barrier, the collar will kick in.” She felt bad for his predicament. It
certainly wasn’t fair to him. “I’m really sorry about all this.”

He gave her a look she didn’t quite understand, then agreed.
“The balcony it is. Uh, where is it?”

She grabbed two wineglasses and a corkscrew off a shelf next
to the refrigerator, then opened a large dresser and pulled out a green towel
and tossed it to him. “I think it’s big enough to fit around your waist.”

He caught it and treated her to a charming smile.

“What?” he asked. “Don’t like the view?”

“The view is…”
Too damn tempting
. “Well, I thought
you might like to cover up. It’s all I have to offer you unless you can squeeze
into one of my robes.”

He eyed her wardrobe as if considering it, then shook his
head. “No. A little too feminine for me. It’s definitely working for you
though.”

She flushed at his appreciative gaze.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and knotted it at one
side. It didn’t make the sight of him any less desirable as she’d hoped. He
posed a threat to her resolve. She should be keeping her distance rather than
planning a picnic.

She motioned to the far end of the room. “Over there. Follow
me.”

He followed her through the archway at the end of the room
and then through a small door that opened to an expansive stone balcony. A
white, wrought-iron table and two chairs sat in the middle of the balcony.
Plants adorned matching, multi-tiered wrought iron stands on each side of the
balcony.

He placed the fruit tray on the table and opened the wine.
She held the glasses as he poured.

She took a seat and popped a blueberry into her mouth,
closing her eyes as she savored the taste. She forced herself to eat a little
every day, but the flavors had eluded her since she’d begun weakening. She
didn’t know why she felt so much better today but she wanted to enjoy it while
she could.

She took a sip of wine and sighed. Damn that tasted good.
Sweet and fruity, flowing down her throat, warming her. She took a larger sip.
Then another. So good.

When she opened her eyes, Kean sat across from her, staring.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, feeling self-conscious.

“Just watching you enjoy the wine,” he said.

She smiled and popped a blueberry into her mouth. “It’s been
a while since it actually tasted good to me. I don’t mean to be a lush.”

“Don’t censor yourself on my account. Other than bringing
out the lush in you,” he winked at her, “I can tell you feel better. I’m glad.”

“Me too. Maybe I’m in a remission of sorts.”

He took a long draw from his wineglass, swallowed and
refilled both their glasses. “Tell me what’s happening to you.”

She looked away and sighed, “I don’t want to bore you.”

“Wouldn’t ask if I thought it would.” he teased.

“Funny.” She looked at the sky, considering how much she
could share with him. “I have a
condition
. I suppose you could say a
nutritional imbalance.” Giggling, she took another big swig from her glass.

“That doesn’t sound so serious,” he offered. “Eat what
you’re missing or take some vitamins.”

To change the subject, she abruptly asked, “Where do you
live? What do you do? Do you have family?” Oh god. She hadn’t thought of that
when she’d brazenly accepted his offer to pleasure her.
Please don’t let him
have a wife and kids at home.
She’d never forgive herself and she’d be
forced to despise him. She didn’t want to despise him. He was so likeable.
And
hot.

He grinned at her. “Not a very subtle change of subject but
I’ll play. I live in Texas. My father and grandfather are living. My mother passed
away twenty years ago.” He paused and looked sheepish as he continued. “I don’t
do anything in the way of working, if that’s what you meant. My family has
acquired great wealth that’s been passed down through the generations. With
smart investments, the money grows so there’s no need for working. I do
volunteer my time for rebuilding and cleanup efforts after hurricanes, oil
spills—that sort of thing.”

She had to smile at that. With his wealth, he could be a
totally spoiled, self-centered individual, but he chose to help people in need.

“That’s really nice of you. I think I’d like to do something
like that,” she said.

He treated her to a breathtaking smile and said, “You should
join me sometime.”

Both of their smiles faltered and an awkward silence followed.
What were either of them thinking? She’d be dead soon and even if she wasn’t,
they’d certainly never see each other again after this. Dead soon. That sounded
so foreign to her at the moment, sitting there with Kean, picnicking and
enjoying each other’s company. The undeniable attraction blazing between them.
She felt as if they were on a date rather than imprisoned together and she
wanted it to last. If only…

She took another large gulp of her wine and then held her
glass out for him to refill it. It tasted so damn good and made her feel all
warm and bubbly. She watched him pop a banana slice in his mouth and guessed it
wasn’t all that satisfying for a hungry man.

She wanted to do something nice for him—a small effort to
show her appreciation of his company—forced or not. She couldn’t remember the
last time she’d enjoyed herself so much.

“Hey, stay here, I’ll be right back,” she said as she went
inside.

When she returned, he stood looking over the balcony.

“Thinking about jumping?” she joked. At least, she hoped he
wasn’t thinking about that.

He turned to her. “No, just looking at the scenery. Lotta
trees.”

“Fruit trees,” she said. She grabbed her wineglass, topped
it off and joined him at the balcony ledge. “There are several acres of them on
our land. Almost any kind of fruit you can think of is being grown here. My
favorites are mangoes and blueberries. Before I weakened, I loved helping the
gardeners pick the fruit.”