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.

right. Emeriel's heat was merciless.

one a fresh wound to Herod's

take it any

he crossed to the window 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

in place. Her scent flooded his nostrils mixed with heady musk,

that he was growling. Raw need flooded his senses. Irresistible, uncontrollable. Want her,

cock aching fiercely. Must have her. Must pin her down and

leaving his bedchambers and heading toward the cottage. His mind a fog of lust.

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step he took toward that alluring

cottage door, he entered, a snarl ripping

chest.

he growled, the words torn from

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in his arms flinched as their bodies made contact. "King Daemonikai," she sobbed, her body clinging to him

pained and angry. His name

bit, replaced by a wave of guilt and

his voice thick with shame. "Hell, I should not be

stared at him, eyes unfocused.

"It's me, dear one."

moment before she clung to him. "Please, just make it stop. I beg of you, just make it stop," she cried, her tears mingling with

with arousal, finally held

link eyes.

not Daemonikai, little one," he choked out, his voice barely recognizable. "I am

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

resolve crumbled and he wrapped his arms

cried out again, her body twisting, rejecting him, yet desperate enough