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“Come on. Let’s get you some air, walk it off,” Fin said as
he and Valia helped her up and supported her.

“I can’t believe that asshole drugged you,” Valia said
angrily. Then her expression brightened and she asked, “Are you high? Maybe I
should find him and steal his stash.”

Nice. So much for her first night out on the town.

* * * * *

Kean needed a fight or a fuck. Seeing Araya kiss that guy
made his blood boil. He’d wanted to snap the dude’s neck before he knew he’d
drugged her. Fucking prick. He should have killed him. Should have ripped his
balls off and shoved them down his throat.

He’d been both reluctant and excited to come here tonight.
Fin had shown up at Kean’s door, surprising the hell out of him and had
insisted Kean go out with him tonight. Of course, he’d refused Fin’s
invitation. Just because the male had made him a steak dinner didn’t mean Kean
wanted to party with him. Obviously, Valia or the guard had followed him home
the other day. Sneaky demons.

When Kean refused to show up at the club Fin insisted he
visit, Fin spilled. He’d said Araya needed to see him and that it was urgent.
He’d asked Fin what was so urgent but Fin swore he didn’t know, only that she
was
desperate
to see him.

Yeah, his dick and his ego kept kicking him in the ass lately.
Hearing that she
needed
him and was
desperate
to see him was all
it took for his chest to puff up—his cock too—and then he agreed to go to the
club.

He’d spotted her within minutes of arriving. She sat there
looking stunning in that form-fitting dress and he’d had to fight the desire to
keep from running to her. Then that prick sat down next to her. Kean had
thought maybe it was some random dude sitting down to hit on her until she’d
leaned toward him and they kissed.

His gut twisted into knots at seeing that. He’d almost
turned and walked away then but was glad he didn’t after realizing what that
son-of-a-bitch had tried to do to Araya.

Had Finn been toying with him by telling him Araya wanted to
see him? Why would he do that? He’d told Araya he’d been doing her sister a
favor and the redhead was a strange one. Was she playing games for her
amusement at his expense?

He seriously needed to relieve some stress. His entire body
was tense and there was a rage inside him. He should have at least beaten that
dude within an inch of his life.

His thoughts were cut off by the sight of Fin and Valia
helping Araya out of the club. Even though he knew those two could and would
take care of her, he felt like an ass for not offering assistance. He’d been so
consumed with rage, he’d just walked away.

Shit. He wanted her. Anger and need pulsed through him. He’d
missed her. He wanted to be inside her again. Once wasn’t enough. He strode to
where they stood.

“Real nice, Incubus. Just walk away from a girl in distress.
I don’t think I like you anymore,” Valia said, pouting.

“Kean?” Araya breathed.

Kean directed his response at Valia. “I need to speak with
her. Alone.” As he attempted to take Araya’s arm, Fin stuck his huge arm
between him and Araya.

“I don’t think so. You blew it.”

Araya put an unsteady hand on Fin’s arm. “It’s okay,” she
slurred.

Fin gave Kean a look, then reluctantly backed off as Kean
swept her up into his arms. “I’m taking her to my car so she can sit down and
listen,” he threw the words over his shoulder as he carried her away.

He put her feet on the ground but kept a protective arm
around her as he unlocked and opened the door and then helped her slide onto
the seat and lie back. He buckled her seat belt to help keep her upright. When
she was situated, he closed her door and walked around to the driver’s seat and
settled in. He didn’t have a plan. Didn’t know what he would say.

Before realizing what he was doing, he twisted the keys in
the ignition and sped the hell away from the club, away from Fin and Valia.

“Kean, where’re we going?”

“I don’t know,” he growled. “What the hell were you doing
with that guy?” Okay. Stupid question. He knew exactly what she was doing with
that guy. What did he expect? Her to mourn the loss of the part-Incubus who
helped turn her into what she didn’t want to be? Stupid.

From his peripheral vision, he saw her head sway as he took
a corner a little too fast. She righted herself with some effort.

“I didn’t know he’d drug me. Am I gonna be okay?”

“You should be more careful. Human drugs shouldn’t have much
effect on a demon but considering you’re half human…” He paused, thinking about
that. “Are you still half-human or does the
Sempire
gene obliterate the
human DNA once you’ve
fed
?”

She shrugged. “Dunno. Mother and Valia were always sure I’d
change after… But I don’t feel different. Stronger, more alive, but not
different in
that
way.”

“What do you mean?” He noticed her words were already
slightly less slurred.

“I mean I don’t think any differently than I did before
about what kind of life I want,” she said quietly.

He glanced over at her, her golden eyes meeting his more
steadily. Her demon DNA must already be negating the effects of the drug. Good.

“That must make it hard for you.” Shit. After overhearing
her talking to her mother in the hallway, he’d thought for sure she’d changed.
Had it just been a show to satisfy her mother? Had she been trying to get him
released because she felt bad for him? No. More likely she had wanted to get
him out of her life because he’d gotten her to cave in to her desires.

And now he felt like a bigger ass knowing her thinking on
the matter hadn’t changed. She still wanted what she couldn’t have.

Kean turned the car to the left. He’d take her to his home.
What was he thinking anyway, taking off with her like that? Valia and Fin
obviously knew where he lived and would come for her soon.

Kean’s phone vibrated in the console. He picked it up and
answered even though he didn’t recognize the number. “Yeah?”

“Incubus, whatcha doin’ with my sister?” Valia’s voice
sing-songed the question.

“How’d you get my number?” he asked in surprise.

“Duh. I’m awesome and resourceful. Now how about you answer
my question.”

“Talking.”

“Hmmm. Was hoping for a sexier answer but whatever. Just
know that I’ll make you wear your insides on your outside if anything bad
happens to her. Have fun.”

She clicked off before he had a chance to respond and he had
no doubt she meant what she said. She must believe he had no ill intentions
toward her sister or she’d have been upset. She certainly wouldn’t tell him to
have fun.

As he pulled the car into the driveway, he said, “Your
sister is strange.”

“Yes, she is,” Araya agreed. “That was her?”

“Yes.”

“How’d she get your number?”

“Apparently she is
awesome and resourceful.
”

“That sounds like her,” Araya giggled then asked, “Where are
we?”

“My home.”

He got out of the car, walked around, opened the door for
her and extended his hand.

Instead of taking his hand, she asked, “Why am I here,
Kean?”

“So we can talk,” he said lamely. Hell, he’d been so worked
up he hadn’t thought this through. He only knew he wanted to be alone with her.
Wanted to protect her.

“About what?”

“Come on,” he said. He ducked down and unfastened her seat
belt and hooked his hands under her arms lifting her from the seat, swinging
her up into his arms again, he carried her to the front door.

“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 growled 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.”