That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

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Chapter 22

Merilyn cast a pitying look at her master, her eyes full of pleading. "Oh, Vlad, you do not need to kill humans as well, I understand your pain more than anyone else-

"She is not dead; she is merely asleep," Vladya interrupted.

Relief swept through her as she turned back to the motionless figure, studying it closely. It was then that she noticed the gentle rise and fall of the woman's chest. "Asleep. Good, that is a relief."

Vladya's eyes locked onto hers. "Let us get something straight, Merl. If I wanted to kill a human female, she would already be dead. And let me tell you, I would do it with a smile, and I would sleep peacefully-perhaps even better." He paused briefly. "The only reason I have not killed her, or others, is because I have not felt like it. I simply have no desire to... yet."

He moved across the luxurious rug, his robes brushing against the polished marble floor. "It is not because of some foolish idea that I am a good male. I am not. I despise humans and do not see them as living beings anymore." Silence descended, stretching taut in the air.

Merilyn wanted to argue-wanted to believe he was exaggerating, that there was still some good in him. She wanted to believe he cared, even if he would never say so. But the truth was, she could not.

The look in his eyes... It was terrifying, like that of a stranger. Dangerous. Almost evil.

For centuries, whenever she saw that look, Merilyn wondered just how broken he truly was. At times, she feared he might be as lost, as feral, as his closest friend.

Slowly, Lord Vladya blinked, and the frightening look disappeared. "I needed to keep the human close. I cannot let her wander into the southern wing. That is why she is here."

Merilyn's worry deepened, replaced by a more pressing concern. Her eyes widened with fear. "Did the grand king's beast really escape? Was it not just a rumor? Will he attack?"

"It was no rumor, but he will not attack. I brought the female here to keep her from triggering the beast's aggression."

"I do not understand. How can a feral beast be loose and not attack? That is not possible." Merilyn's brow wrinkled in confusion. "How can you be so sure?"

Lord Vladya shrugged, sinking into the high-backed chair by the hearth, his fingers tapping the armrest. "I am not completely sure, which is why I skipped the festival. I am staying here to keep watch, just in case." There was something he was not saying; Merilyn could see it in his eyes. But she knew better than to ask.

She had many questions, but she understood probing her master would lead nowhere.

He stood, removing his cloak. Without it, his muscular form was fully visible. Broad and undeniably attractive.

Though bonded to Henry and deeply in love with him, Merilyn still possessed excellent vision. Her sharp eyes had often been drawn to Vladya's sculpted physique over the past thousand years.

expect a male of nearly four thousand years to show signs of age, but

Merilyn,"

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he would summon her again, so she prepared herself to serve hum in the old ways. That way, the nourishment would last

"You should not kneel in your condition," he said, guiding

yellow in his eyes showed that his beast was close

bite, pushing his elixir into her. Then, with a swift

the bite, replacing it with the familiar, natural pleasure Merilyn had come to know over

a natural side effect of bloodfeeding

your fill," she whispered, cradling

her with pheromones-not since she bonded

she cried softly. Despite her efforts to keep control, her pregnancy hormones, combined with the overwhelming effects of feeding her master, made it nearly impossible. The tickle of his strong fangs and the firm pulls

desires, shamelessly spreading her legs and pressing her swollen,

pumping faster into her veins as he drank. She felt

distance, another scream broke through the night. Then

he drank greedily. Moisture dripped down her thigh, staining his breeches.

whimpered, her mind clouded, her senses

head

you inside me,"

pleas.

saw the same arousal reflected in

to him, a moan escaping her lips. "Please, give me the pleasure of your manhood. I

kiss upon her forehead. "It is the delirium speaking, Merl.

that I am your bloodhost. He understands and accepts what it

will hate yourself after the hunger is sated. It is not acceptable, my dear," his voice was strained, but he pulled away. "We need to resist the pull. But will help you." Merilyn cried

eyes.

rubbing her throbbing clitoris against his leg, gasping

Allow it to pass through you," he murmured, cradling

her, like the sweet, gentle waves of a serene ocean. Her body gradually stilled, eventually leaning against him. Lord

he