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.

been right. Emeriel's heat was merciless. Brutal

each one a fresh

it any longer,

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

scent flooded his nostrils mixed with heady musk, amplified a

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

aching fiercely. Must have her.

the cottage. His mind a fog of lust. He wanted,

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took toward that alluring

entered, a snarl ripping

into his chest. Not something, someone. The owner of that

have you," he growled, the words torn

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as their bodies made contact. "King Daemonikai," she sobbed,

protest, pained and angry. His name was Herodis, not

arousal lifted a bit, replaced by a wave of guilt and panic. Zounds, he was not supposed to be

voice thick with shame. "Hell,

him, eyes unfocused. "Lord

"It's me, dear one."

clung to him. "Please, just make it stop. I beg

Herod." Her eyes, red and swollen, filled with arousal, finally held recognition. "If you

link eyes.

not Daemonikai, little one," he choked out,

rubbing her very naked body against his, trying to seek relief from the fire. "Just make it

wrapped his arms around her, pulling her

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