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

Captive Slave 183

Chapter 183

Chapter 183

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

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Her body moved with his, every sway and arch designed to seduce, to lure him deeper. Sweet, breathless moans filled the air, wrapping around him, intoxicating him.

Daemonikai thrust into the warmth of her, unable to get enough. He had to get deeper.

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"Yess," Galilea moaned. Her fingers brushed against his arms, featherlight, as her bright blue eyes locked onto his. Looking at him as if the very sun and moon, rose and set around him. He liked that.

"Mine." Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her neck, breathing in her scent. Such sweet, sweet scent.

"Yours," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Always yours."

Daemonikai could feel the familiar, dizzying rush of his orgasm building. But he didn't want this to end, not yet. He needed more. More of her, more of the moment. He-

Suddenly, the world around him shifted.

The warm intimacy shattered like porcelain.

Blood. Blood everywhere.

Screams tore around him, piercing and chaotic. The sweet moans were gone, replaced by terror. Daemonikai's fingers were buried deep in a human's gut, and he watched as the life drained from their eyes, their body crumpling to the ground lifelessly. "Father!"

That voice jolted him. Myka.

there, frantic, his usual calm shattered. In this chaos, Myka looked exactly like Alvin...wild-eyed and lost. "Father! There

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Myka. "Listen to me, son." Gripping his son's face, Daemonikai forced him to meet his eyes. "Go through the back." "But..." Myka's

leave these people. They depend on us, on me, to keep them safe tonight. That is why they are here, instead of in

though his hands

cupped his son's face, grounding him. "Lock everything down, do you understand

he said, scared. "I feel weak, empty. I'm scared I

voice cut through the

and shaking, but with

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trying to be strong.

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tear slipped down her cheek as she stepped forward and pressed her lips

know." He brushed his lips across

danger. She squeezed his hand tightly before

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was an iron cage in his chest, squeezing tighter with each shallow breath he took, determined

he fought to steady himself. Feeling like he

of

leaving him painfully

anguish, but he could

out of his room, his chest heaving with the effort of each breath. Wegai had the

Daemonikai rasped in warning before he pushed

cool night air hit him, crisp and biting against his fevered skin, and for the first time in what felt like

steps aimless. No destination, just the all-powering need to escape the

the small lake in the

there, eyes

of Urekai beasts prowling in the distance. He listened to them,