ArayasAddiction

Araya’s Addiction

Jocelyn
Dex

When Kean wakes up naked, collared
and locked in a cell, he knows thinking with his dick has finally gotten him
into trouble. Part demon, Kean enjoys scorching sexual liaisons, a habit that
has found him trapped, forced to help a demon rescue her daughter from certain
death.

Unwilling to aid in anyone’s
imprisonment, Araya initially refuses her mother’s “gift”, but the passion
simmering between her and Kean is undeniable. As they explore their shared
lust, both Araya and Kean enact schemes to save each other. Their best laid
plans may awaken emotions that will bind them forever.

A Romantica®
paranormal erotic
romance
from Ellora’s Cave

Araya’s Addiction

Jocelyn Dex

Dedication

For my mommy.

You instilled in me a love of reading. Thanks for not
telling me I was too young to read your romance novels, even though, I probably
was. Finding your manuscript under your bed, all those years ago, sparked the
writing bug in me.

Finish that damn thing, will ya?

Chapter One

Kean always knew his dick would get him in trouble. Tonight
it had. He’d been distracted by Talith, her blonde hair hanging past plump
breasts to her tiny waist emphasizing her come-spread-me hips. Her body held
promises of making his filthiest dreams come true. Sweet. He was in.

He should have known something was up. Should have known she
wasn’t human. Humans didn’t look like that. Sirens,
Sempires
, Succubus,
yes. Humans, no.
Please don’t let her be a Sempire.
He didn’t know what
type of demon she was, but figured he’d find out soon enough.

He’d spent his entire life avoiding female demons. Yeah,
he’d heard stories of the deliciousness of sex with demons, but he’d never
wanted any part of that. Demons equaled trouble. He liked fun and sexual
escapades with partners who weren’t capable of ripping out his lungs after the
fact.

Yeah, he’d fucked up royally tonight. Talith had walked up
to him, smiled, introduced herself, crooked a finger and he’d followed her,
expecting a night of unbelievable passion. The next thing he knew, he woke up
here—naked and locked in a cell with some sort of metal collar around his neck.

For a cell, it was oddly comfortable and the decor screamed
porn set. Deep-red satin sheets draped the bed. A plush, navy-blue rug covered
most of the floor. Fluffy handcuffs of blue and red hung on the back wall. A
navy-blue leather recliner sat in the far left corner next to a floor lamp that
sported a red, fringed lamp shade. He discovered the small door in the
right-hand corner led to a small but fully equipped bathroom, red and blue
tiles adorning the floor and shower. He opened the mini fridge and saw it was
stocked with small bottles of wine, water and grapes.

Why someone would go to so much trouble to make a prisoner
comfortable baffled him. Strange. The lingering smell of sex coating the air
made him think this wouldn’t be quite as bad as he’d first imagined.

Talith appeared before him. “I hope your accommodations are
satisfactory.”

“Not really my style,” he said. “I don’t generally wear a
collar.”

She smiled at his sarcasm. “Let’s get right to it, shall we?
My daughter requires your
assistance
, so to speak. Provide her with what
she needs and I’ll set you free.”

“What exactly does she need and why the hell would I help
you or her?”

She scowled, the air seeming to chill with her mood. “You
will help her, because if you do not, you will die a slow, eventfully painful
death.” Instantly her smile and calmness returned. “You will also help her
because it will be quite enjoyable for you. It’s really a simple matter.
Provide my daughter with your semen and you will be freed.”

Um excuse you?
Oh fuck. She must be a
Sempire
.
Most demons exuded a unique vibe, but he’d never met a
Sempire
before
now, so he hadn’t recognized hers.

He wanted to confirm but it seemed she thought him human and
he didn’t want to give himself away by exposing his knowledge of demons. He
didn’t know if it would give him an advantage at some point.

He wasn’t surprised she couldn’t sense the demon in him.
He’d met very few who’d been able to sense it. After all, he was only an eighth
demon. His grandfather had been half-human, half-Incubus. He’d always
considered himself lucky. If he had to be part demon, he figured Incubus, a sex
demon, was a good one to be.

She motioned with her hand and instantly two hulk-looking
clones—minus the green skin—appeared at her side. She continued when he only
gaped at her. “Do we have an agreement?”

Kean loved a blowjob as much as any guy, so loaning out his
dick to gain his freedom should have sounded great, but it didn’t. That this
fucking
Sempire
had abducted him and locked him in a cell then demanded
this of him pissed him off. He was no one’s whore. Well that was debatable, but
he was a whore on his own terms, not some demon’s. But, he didn’t let on. He
reigned in his temper, grabbed his dick, gave her a cocky smile and said,
“Semen, sure she can have all she wants.”

Talith’s smile faltered slightly but she motioned to the
guards again. One unlocked the cell, and the other entered and fastened a chain
to his collar. Kean wanted to spring to action and crush the guard’s skull, but
he’d still have to make it past the other guard and Talith, and he had no idea
if there were more guards beyond his sight. He was strong but he wasn’t
Superman.

He needed to be patient and look for his best shot at
escape. Talith led the way up the stone stairs. One guard walked ahead of him,
the other behind him holding onto the chain connected to his collar.

After exiting the porn prison, they passed several large,
elaborately decorated rooms with a guard stationed outside each one. None of
them seemed to find it odd to see a naked, chained man being led through the
house. They came to a carved wooden staircase and made the trek up and then
took a left at the top. At the end of the long hallway, they stopped in front
of a closed door with a four-inch-thick deadbolt on the outside.

Talith spoke. “My daughter is resting in here. You’ll stay
with her until she gets what she needs.”

This bitch must be crazy. Chained or not, he’d have his get
out of jail free card as soon as they left him alone with the daughter. As soon
as he got his hands on her, he’d strangle her to unconsciousness and then offer
Talith her daughter’s life for his freedom. Clean. Simple.

One guard unlocked the door. The other shoved him into the
room and surprise, this was his lucky day. The guard removed the chain from the
collar. Apparently he wouldn’t be restrained. Were
Sempires
stupid?

“There is an intercom on the wall. Should you need anything,
just buzz,” Talith said.

“How about some clothes?” He didn’t have a shy bone in his
body, but once freed he didn’t want to get arrested for streaking.

“Your services here don’t require clothing,” she said with a
smile as she glanced at his cock. Then the guard closed and locked the door.

Kean looked around the enormous bedroom. The entire left
wall was floor-to-ceiling windows, each framed with ornate gold molding. A
king-size, canopied bed sat centered between the frames of the first window.
Golden glass globe lights hung from the vaulted ceiling. Gold and green chairs
of different shapes and sizes stood in various locations throughout the room.
The largest flat-screen TV he’d ever seen hung on the wall to the right.

His gaze came back to the canopied bed. He’d missed her at
first. He barely made out the small, sleeping form beneath the covers. His luck
kept getting better. He stepped quietly to the bed and what he saw surprised
him.

She lay on her side in the fetal position, her golden hair
tangled behind her. She looked thin. Too thin and pale, and there were dark
circles under her eyes. She looked so sickly he almost felt bad for what he was
about to do. Almost.

He lunged and grabbed hold of her neck. That was the last
thing he remembered as his entire body splintered from white hot pain as if
shards of glass punctured his skin, veins, brain, muscles.

Kean’s body ached in ways he’d never experienced—a burning,
piercing agony. A groan escaped his lips as a cooling sensation comforted his
neck, then his brow. He struggled to remember what he’d done to make himself
feel so horrible. Had he pulled a massive drunk and this was the worst hangover
of his life?

“Are you awake?” a small, feminine voice asked.

Wait. Had he brought a female home with him? No. He didn’t
bring females to his home. He went to theirs so he could get out when he
wanted. He must be hung over at his latest conquest’s home. Why couldn’t he
remember anything? He struggled to open his eyes. Damn things felt glued
together.

He growled as soon as his eyes focused on the frail female
bent over him and the memories flooded back to him. What the hell had happened?
What had the demon done to him? And wait, why was she wiping him down with a
damp cloth?

“What’d you do to me?” he croaked.

Her eyes widened. “Nothing,” she said in a small voice, the
weakness in it unmistakable.

“Bullshit.” He tried to sit up but his head pounded and spun
so he stayed down.

“You’ll feel better soon. Just don’t try to hurt me again.”
She stood on shaky legs and ambled to the bed where she selected a pillow and
brought it back to where he lay. She wore nothing but a short green satin robe.
She helped him lift his head enough to slide the pillow under and then placed
the damp cloth across his forehead.

The small effort she’d made seemed to have exhausted her.
She sat on the floor a couple feet from him, knees pulled to her chest, her
chin resting on her knees and her breathing strained. He could snap her in half
with two fingers.

“What’s your name?” she asked him.

He ignored her question. “Shouldn’t you be scared right
now?”

Her lips lifted at the corners. “Scared of what? A helpless,
naked man laid out on my floor?”

Oh yeah. He forgot he was naked. Hell, she could at least
look a little embarrassed. But helpless? Him? Hell no. His male pride forced
him to stand even though every muscle in his body screamed in protest, and his
head felt as if an ice pick was being shoved into his gray matter. He swayed on
his feet, but damn it he’d stay standing if it killed him. “Kean.” He answered
her earlier question through gritted teeth.

She clucked her tongue as she stood. To his satisfaction,
she also swayed, although he didn’t know why.

“I’m Araya. Why don’t you have a seat before you fall?” she
suggested. “I think I’ll do the same.” She moved to the bed and lay on her side
facing him.

He chose the chair closest to him, not because it looked
most comfortable, but because he felt he would collapse at any second.

Again he asked, “What did you do to me?”

She sighed. “It’s the collar. As long as you don’t try to
harm me or my family, you won’t experience that pain again.” She frowned.
“You’re stronger than the others. They were out for at least an hour. You were
only out for fifteen minutes.”

Others?
How many others had Talith brought here? And
why? The girl was not a goddess like Talith, but she wasn’t so unattractive
that no man would submit to her without being abducted and collared. And her
eyes… The golden color mesmerized him. He would fuck her if the circumstances
of their meeting were different. He should have known mother
Sempire
wouldn’t leave him alone with her daughter totally unprotected.

“What’s wrong with you?” He didn’t give a shit, but he
needed to gather all the information he could.

She grimaced. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me. I’m the one who was abducted, shackled
and locked in this room with you.”

“I’m sorry about that,” she said. The sincerity in her voice
surprised him. “My mother is determined to
help
me.”

“And my semen will
help
you?”

Finally, she blushed. “I’m surprised she told you that much.
She only told the others they were here to
service
me.” She scrunched up
her face in disgust. “What else did she tell you?”

“Nothing. Just told me to provide you with semen and she’ll
set me free.”

“Then why did you try to hurt me?”

He shrugged. “I guess the same reason the others did.”

“No. The others were more than willing to
service
me.
When I refused them, they tried to…” She sighed. “Anyway, the collar laid them
out, and after that they were so scared thankfully they were removed from my
room.”

She eyed him with curiosity. “You don’t seem surprised at my
mother’s request for you to provide me with… Well, you don’t seem surprised.”
She looked away from him.

Oh shit
. He forgot he wasn’t supposed to know what
she was. They thought he was only human. “Hey, for all I know, you’re in some
kind of kinky cult that requires members to— Well, what are you supposed to do
with my semen?”

She groaned as she pushed herself off the bed, muttering as
she ambled past him and through a door at the far end of the room. “You
wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

He sat there trying to figure out what the hell was going
on. Talith wanted him to provide her daughter with semen. He refused to be
forced. His escape plan was foiled because of the damn collar. Probably forged
by demon witches or some shit. And now, he couldn’t even simply swallow his
pride and whore himself out to gain his freedom because the female didn’t want
him anyway. Goddamn his luck.

Didn’t want him. Why did that bother him?

Probably because he’d never met a female who didn’t want
him. His Incubus DNA made him virtually irresistible to women and
unfortunately,
Sempires
.

He heard a crash come from behind the door she’d disappeared
through at the end of the room. Oh well. Not his problem. When five minutes
passed and she still hadn’t come back, and he’d heard no more sounds, curiosity
got the better of him.

He tried the doorknob. Locked. He knocked. No answer. He
might only be an eighth demon but with that eighth came some benefits. Being
inhumanly strong was one of them. He grasped the knob again and gave it a hard
twist. It broke and he opened the door.

She lay on the floor, the green robe she wore hiked up
showing the curve of her ass. Her perfectly round ass, he noted. She must have
slipped as she was getting out of the shower and knocked over the soap dish. He
crouched down and inspected her head the best he could without touching her. He
damn sure didn’t want to experience the pain of that collar again. He didn’t
see any blood.

“Hey. Wake up. You alive?” Kean asked.

Her eyes opened halfway. “Alive, yes,” she said, her words
barely audible.