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, demanding relief.

rumbled in his chest, snapping him back

He was too old for such youthful experiments.

he turned towards the door. Even though the boy was scentless and hurman, Daemonikai could not bring himself to let him go.

him want to stick the boy to his side. It was messed up. In his bedchamber, Daemonikai entered, but the boy hesitated at the

Come in."

of satisfaction washed over

Daemonikai's private space, calmed some of the raging restlessness within

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robe clinging to his powerful frame. He then reclined on the expansive bed,

air of innocence and elegance appealed to

nodded toward a set of plush, upholstered chair near a large window. "I am

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

Darmoniko

propped up by one elbow, watching

squirmed, shifting

for Alviara. That would dull the ache and make the hunger bearable. Instead, he lay here with a throbbing headache, consumed by the presence

MISTRESS ALVIARA

upon receiving permission. She dipped into a deep curtsy, her voice smooth as silk. Long live Your

grand king's tone

ultimate ruler rising from the bed. He was as breathtakingly

one of Urai's most renowned pleasure houses 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, but very few males impressed her anymore. The grand king was

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,

noticed the figure