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.

this chaos, Myka looked exactly like Alvin...wild-eyed and lost.

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wrenched his bloody hands free and rushed to Myka. "Listen to me, son." Gripping his son's face, Daemonikai forced him to meet his eyes. "Go through the back." "But..." Myka's breath came in ragged pants as he stared up at his

us, on me, to keep them safe

nodded, though his hands shook.

his son's face, grounding

nodded again, more vigorously this time. "It's just... I cannot feel my strength," he said, scared. "I feel weak, empty.

voice cut through

the sweet voice. Evie was pale and shaking, but with fire burning in

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trying to be strong.

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worry about us. We will be fine. Alvin's already made it to our chambers. Protect these people. They will be slaughtered otherwise." A tear slipped down her cheek as she stepped forward

He brushed his lips across her forehead.

in the face of danger. She squeezed his hand tightly

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eyes sprang open, his own breath choking him. There was an iron cage in his chest, squeezing tighter with

his forehead, sweat slicked from Daemonikai's skin as he fought to steady himself. Feeling like he was underwater...drowning and drowning. Control it.

it was impossible. The vividness of the dream-no, dreams-still stuck

One, an erotic recall of Galilea, her touch lingering like fire on his skin, leaving him painfully hard. The other, a memory... the last moments of Myka and Evie. The last time he'd seen

trembled with the force of it, the need to release this anguish, but he could not make a sound. He could not breathe. Forcing himself upright, Daemonikai stumbled out of bed, struggling to find his footing. Even

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

rasped in warning before he pushed past, nearly falling through the

night air hit him, crisp and biting against his fevered skin, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he dragged in a breath

kept walking, mind blank, steps aimless. No destination, just the all-powering need to

the time he became aware of his surroundings, he was standing by the small lake in the Southern Wings'

the torrent inside him. Daemonikai stood there, eyes

owls blending with the distant howls of Urekai beasts