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

Captive Slave 138

Chapter 138

LORD HEROD

Emeriel's screams began again.

Herod could hear her crying, begging, and he hated it so much. She was in agony, and he despised how helpless he was to help her. But being far away from her was the best way to protect her. Once he caught a whiff of her scent, Herod knew it would be over. He would go into a rut.

That's why he was in his room, pacing. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles ached, the floorboards creaking beneath his agitated strides.

"Somebody help! Please!" she cried, her voice raspy and raw. The sound of her shaking the cottage door rang in his ears.

Herod squeezed his eyes shut, his nails digging into his palm. He had to ignore it. He had to.

"I ca-can't... I can't take this," she sobbed. "It's too much, please...I feel like I'm dying."

Herod pressed his palms against his ears, desperate to block out the sound of her pain. But it was no use.

His beast sensed the agony of someone they cared for, and was annoyed and restless within him. The urge to investigate, to comfort, was almost overwhelming.

"Please! my king, I ne-need you!" she cried. "I need you s-so much...Where are you? Please, I'm dy-dying."

The door rattling had stopped, and Herod imagined her small body writhing in agony on the floor of the cottage. A pounding headache developed.

"Please, come before it gets me again. I ca-can't...I can't..." Panic entered her voice. "It's coming again-" A scream tore from her throat, cutting through the night air like a jagged blade.

Herod imagined her twitching from the pain, her eyes filled with terror. Vulnerable and defenseless.

had been right. Emeriel's heat was merciless. Brutal in

each one a fresh wound

not take it any longer, he

and flung open the curtains. In the distance, the cottage stood bathed in moonlight, its doors firmly shut. Herod needed air, needed to escape the suffocating guilt crushing him. He threw open the window- And her scent hit him with the force of a lightning strike. He

his body frozen in place. Her scent flooded his nostrils mixed with heady musk, amplified a thousandfold by

that he was growling. Raw need flooded his

blurred, cock aching fiercely. Must have

the cottage. His mind a fog of lust. He wanted, badly. 11:27 Mon,

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that alluring scent, his want

a snarl ripping from

chest. Not something, someone. The owner

have you," he growled, the words torn from his throat. "Must

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their bodies made contact. "King Daemonikai," she sobbed, her body

pained and angry. His name was

wave of guilt and panic. Zounds, he was not supposed to be

groaned, his voice thick with shame.

him, eyes

"It's me, dear one."

pain came from her a moment before she clung to him. "Please, just make it stop. I beg of you, just make it stop," she

Lord Herod." Her eyes, red and swollen, filled with arousal, finally held recognition. "If you care for me at all...Just make

link eyes.

little one," he choked out, his voice

against his, trying to seek relief from the fire. "Just make it stop. It's too much! Too much...I can't handle

his arms

again, her body twisting, rejecting him, yet desperate enough to take his touch.