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,

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

growl rumbled in his chest, snapping him

was too old for such

scentless and hurman, Daemonikai could

be kept far away, especially on 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

Come in."

wave of satisfaction washed over Daemonikai at the sight of the boy within

private space, calmed some of the

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shed his outer robes, reducing his attire to a single, sheer robe clinging to his powerful frame. He then reclined on the expansive bed, his gaze pinned

of innocence and elegance appealed to

there," Daemonikai nodded toward a set of plush, upholstered chair near

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

Darmoniko

propped up by one elbow,

shifting uncomfortably in the

off for a quick release while he waited for Alviara. That would dull the ache and make the hunger bearable. Instead, he lay here with a throbbing headache, consumed by the presence of a human boy who

MISTRESS ALVIARA

bedchamber gracefully upon receiving permission. She dipped into a deep curtsy, her voice smooth as

the grand king's tone was a velvet

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

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 anymore. The grand king was

of your return, Your Grace," she purred, her tone professional and respectful Alviara was many things, but foolish was not one of them "Would you like me to undress now?" "Undress and get on the bed," King Dameonikai instructed, his

she noticed the figure seated on one of the