That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Captive Slave 124

Chapter 124

He remained rooted to the spot, his naked body a tantalizing display of beauty, masculinity, and raw power.

She moaned as her eyes fell upon his impressive length. The king was a big male everywhere.

The sheer size of his hardness sent a jolt of desire through her bly. Her core wet, throbbing with anticipation. Her senses. alive with the promise of pleasure. "Your Grace?" she coaxed, leaning forward and extending a hand towards him. "I know you are hungry. I can sate your hunger, you know I can, Take me"

His emerald eyes flickered towards her outstretched hand, but he made no move to accept it. Nor did he take a step closer.

Confusion clouded Alviara's features. Why was he hesitating?

The storm of lust in his eyes spoke of deep sexual hunger. His body was taut with barely suppressed desire, and he looked savage with want. So, why was he not taking what he so clearly wanted! Well, she was not the most sought-after courtesan in Urai for nothing.

Alviara rose to her hands and knees, her backside raised in a seductive arch. She reached back and parted her cheeks open for his gaze, offering herself in complete submission to him and his inner beast. He snarled, finally moving. Only not towards the bed.

The grand king began to pace, Restlessly.

Tension radiated from his rigid shoulders, his expression darkenthan a storm with each stride.

For the first time in a very, very long time, a cold tendril of fear shaked down Alviara's spine. This was nowhere near the reaction she had expected.

What was going on here?

EMERIEL

He's not yours.

He is not yours.

You have no claims to him.

You'd better not cry.

door shut and collapsed ontol the bed, curling into a fetal position as tears came. Unbidden Uncontrollable. Her heart ached with a sharp, persistent throb. So what if there's another woman in his bed? He

were empty platitudes. A sob tore from her throat hot tears spilling onto the pillow.

sitting silently under those intense,

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so well it was frightening. Then, that Urekai maid had to go into

body.

guards coupling like animals with whoever they could find. Urekai maids were pinned against walls, human slaves taken without finesse. The Southern Wing

traitorous tear, trying to banish the image of the grand king entwined with

of him bending the female over, taking

sob escaped her

door creaked open, revealing a stoic soldier. Then, in a tone that brooked no argument, he said, "The grand king summons you to his residence, Slave. Do not keep

they

one end

so tense and agitated he was p room to the other, sweating profusely from attempting to

but the fierce

war drum in his skull. She was utterly King Daemonikai's

door opened, and the boy was ushered

pacing ceased abruptly,

His eyes red-rimmed and puffy as if he had been crying, widened as he

across his pale skin, creeping up from his neck to his cheeks, and he quickly averted his

boy's as he dipped his head, nuzzling the delicate skin of his neck like a contented feline. A deep purr rumbled in his chest. The grand king pumped out

male's embrace. The moment stretched, charged with pure

the king pulled away. "Get on the bed. Lie down," he ordered, his

a flicker of panic in his

panic? Alviara wondered. Is this not what he desired? The toy clearly harbors some kind

obeyed. The human boy moved towards the bed and laid down beside her, his body rigid, but

Alviara noticed something odd.

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