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

Captive Slave 167

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The grand king's eyebrows shot up. "Vladya? Why would he do-

A wild growl cut through the air, and the slightly ajar door slammed open with a loud crash. Lord Vladya stormed out. Or rather, what would have been him?

Ackeira gasped, stumbling backward. Her neck straining as she led her head up, up, up, to meet his gaze. His face was contorted, his fangs bared into a fierce snarl.

Towering over seven feet tall, he was a blend of man and beast. She kept backing away, moving on reflex until her back collided with the wall. Aekeira had never seen a Urekai in half-shaft but it was just as terrifying as their full beast form, Lord Vladya was upon her in an instant, his massive frame crowding her against the wall, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin. His face mere-inches from hers, he looked fierce and wild. Angry. But then again, when was he not?.

The knot of anxiety in her stomach began to loosen. If only slightly. Ironically, Aekeira realized she was more afraid of the grand king and his interrogation, than of this male before her.

Those claws could rip her apart in seconds, those sharp fangs could shred her to pieces, and those arms-thick as tree trunks -could crush her effortlessly. And yet... the fear kept unfurling "Lord Vladya," she whispered.

Hesitantly, she raised her hand toward him, hovering just inches from his abdomen before finally resting her palm against his hardened stomach.

Touching him. Soothing him.

The skin beneath her fingers was hot, almost feverish. "It's me... Aekeira..."

A deep growl began in his chest, vibrating against her palm. His head lowered toward her neck, nostrils flaring. Aekeira bared it further, offering him access.

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Breath held, she closed her eyes as his nose skimmed along her skin.

He growled, the sound low this time. Less threatening. Almost... soothing.

broad back, the corded muscles beneath her fingers impossibly firm. He was terrifyingly powerful, and it was like petting a wild lion.

one softer... almost

Her hands, trembling, continuing

He purred.

was so odd, so unexpectedly warm and soothing, that for a moment Aekeira couldn't

then he did it

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flutters through her bey,

shocked words

she'd completely forgotten their audience. Glancing at the two

all over his face, but the grand king's expression was more reserved. He looked thoughtful, analyzing... and a trace of

to nuzzle against her neck, his nose brushing

a shuddering sigh, he began to shift back to

receded. The wildness in his eyes softened, just a little. "Aekeira," he rasped, taking a step back. He still looked a bit feral yellow still lingering in his gray eyes. "I need..." "What do you need?" She was drawn

in a rough tone. "Remember

Aekeira remembered.

Of course, she remembered.

ever

me up... and h-hurt

in his jaw. "Now would be a

I am fighting not to..." His breath came in heavy, uneven bursts. "I am fighting, Aekeira. Now would be a good time to flee." "Wh-where could I possibly flee?" she asked, pulse quickened, face

alone. I

V.D., that might be a promise you can't keep. No matter where she hides, I will find her and ensure she's returned here." Aekeira felt warmth spread

Lord Vladya hissed, his stare never leaving Aekeira's face. "Just say the word,

Say the word,

will happen to you? You