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,

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

in his chest, snapping him back

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

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

blue eyes and his delicate, almost ethereal features made him want to stick the boy to his side.

Come in."

lit room. A wave of satisfaction washed

calmed some of the raging restlessness within

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

air of innocence and elegance appealed

Daemonikai nodded toward a set of plush, upholstered chair near a large

to

Darmoniko

one elbow, watching Emeriel with

boy squirmed, shifting uncomfortably in

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 did nothing more

MISTRESS ALVIARA

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

grand king's tone was a velvet

from the bed. He was as breathtakingly handsome as ever, his aloof demeanor

of years in business. They simply did not faze her anymore.

undress now?" "Undress and get on the bed," King Dameonikai instructed, his voice devoid of emotion. A beat of silence, then a

noticed the figure