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

Captive Slave 123

Chapter 123

Nothing. There was no

is no scent.

Daemonikai's frustration morphed into a growl, his agitation mounting. He tilted the boy's head aside and rubbed his nose against his skin, searching for any trace of a scent.

A soft whimper escaped the boy. The faint smell of fear filling Demonika's nostrils snapped him back to his senses.

He released the boy, stepping back. "I apologize. I'm not always so... uncontrolled," he muttered, pressing a hand to his temple.

The boy's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his eyes wide and glassy. He caught the faintest smell of musk. A familiar one too, tugging at the edges of his memory. Where had he caught us scent before?

"Why do you seem familiar to me?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. "And I do not mean your features alone. I despise closeness and invasion of my personal space, especially from strangers, and more so from humans. Yet, you do not trigger my defenses. Why?" The boy swallowed hard and shook his head, unable to speak.

Daemonikai did not expect any responses. Even his own words sounded absurd to him. He retreated another step, putting more space between them

"What is your name?" Dameonikai asked, his voice softer now.

"Emeriel, Your Grace," the boy answered, his voice barely audible "My name is Emeriel

Emeriel. Even the boy's name was a soothing. What was happening to him?

First, an undeniable attraction to a betrothed princess, and now, a male?

In five millennia of existence, Daemonikai had never once been tempted by a male, regardless of species. Urekai were known to swing both ways, but he had always been strictly drawn to females. Until now,

made him more aroused. His erection trained painfully against his pants,

chest, snapping him back to

for such youthful experiments. Far too set in his ways. He

though the boy was scentless and hurman, Daemonikai could not bring himself to let him go.

those sparkling blue eyes and his delicate, almost ethereal features made him want to stick the boy to his side. It was messed up. In his bedchamber, Daemonikai entered, but the boy hesitated

Come in."

lit room. A wave of satisfaction washed over Daemonikai at the sight of the boy

space, calmed some of

Mon, Dec 30

Chapter 123

Π

a single, sheer robe clinging to his powerful frame. He then reclined on the expansive bed, his gaze pinned intently on Emeriel The boy's checks flushed

the boy's air of innocence and elegance appealed to

near a large window.

Your Grace, the boy murmured, obediently moving to the indicated chair and sitting down, his

Darmoniko

propped up by one elbow,

shifting

would dull the ache and make the hunger

MISTRESS ALVIARA

entered the bedchamber gracefully upon receiving permission. She dipped into a deep curtsy, her voice

grand king's tone was a

straightened, Alviara took in the sight of the ultimate ruler rising from the bed. He was as breathtakingly handsome as ever, his aloof demeanor radiating power

and had seen countless males over her thousands of years in business. They simply did not faze her anymore. She loved sex, had built her life around it,

one of them "Would you like me to undress now?" "Undress and get on the bed," King Dameonikai instructed, his voice devoid of emotion. A beat of silence, then a command that sent a

that was when she noticed the figure seated on one of the plush