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,

erection trained painfully against his pants, demanding relief. His hands itched to touch the boy, to bend him

growl rumbled in his chest, snapping him back

at this stage of his life. He was too old for such youthful experiments. Far too set in his ways. He should dismiss the boy

scentless and hurman, Daemonikai could not bring himself to let him go.

a night like this. But something about 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 at the threshold,

Come in."

A wave of satisfaction washed over

here, in Daemonikai's private space, calmed some of the

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his powerful frame. He then reclined on the expansive bed, his gaze pinned intently on Emeriel The boy's

the boy's air of innocence and

toward a set of plush, upholstered chair near a large window. "I am expecting company. Until she arrives, you will

moving to the

Darmoniko

side, propped up by one

boy squirmed, shifting uncomfortably in the

would dull the ache and make the hunger bearable. Instead, he

MISTRESS ALVIARA

the bedchamber gracefully upon receiving permission. She dipped into

king's tone was a velvet

from the bed. He was

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, but very few males impressed her

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 jolt through Alviara, "You may

darted, and that was when she noticed the figure seated