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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—”

“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?”