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,

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

rumbled in his chest, snapping

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

the boy was scentless and hurman, Daemonikai could

something about those sparkling blue eyes and his delicate, almost ethereal features made him want to stick the boy to

Come in."

into the dimly lit room. A wave of satisfaction washed over Daemonikai

private space, calmed some of the raging restlessness within

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

air of innocence and

chair near a large window. "I am expecting company. Until she

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

Darmoniko

his side, propped up by one elbow, watching

shifting uncomfortably in the

Daemonikai questioned as he lay back against the pillows. He should be alone, jerking himself 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

MISTRESS ALVIARA

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

grand king's tone was a

straightened, Alviara took in the sight of the ultimate ruler rising from the bed. He

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

to undress now?" "Undress and get on

that was when she noticed