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

Chapter 237

Touch, his beast urged.

No, I will not.

"Wake up, darling," Daemonikai coaxed gently.

"I don't want to." she protested, a dreamy smile on her lips.

Her hands drifted over her body, cupping her breasts, she flicked her nipples. She let out a soft whine.

A bolt of desire shot straight to his dick, his arousal back with a vengeance.

"Gods of the Grail," he swore.

"I really like this dream a lot," she cried with bliss, pinching her engorged nipples.

Daemonikai closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then, counted backward from ten.

Nope, his hard-on has declared a coup, raging full mast in his pants.

His beast, too, was one hundred percent on board...all too aware of her.

Emeriel took his hand, parting her thigh, she guided it between her open legs.

"Touch me, please," she murmured, rolling her hips desperately. "I've been hungry... so starved for you."

"Darling, you don't know—"

"I need you."

Younglings crying for food, an elder falling from a horse, another bloody war with the vamps.

The images didn't work. His restraint was slipping with each passing second, her dreamlike touches tugging him further under her spell.

to wake

and drew closer. "Come here," Leaning

snapped. He returned the kiss, unrestrained, his hand cupping her cheeks as he deepened it. Tongue

kept buried for so long. One that grew since the very moment he'd opened his eyes on his deathbed and saw her lying naked beside him. From that moment, he'd wanted to hold her down and devour her. Climbing fully onto the bed, he moved her backward until her back pressed against the headboard. The kiss turned ravenous, wild, as he let the beast inside him out to play. Not his literal beast, of course, but the one aching and straining in his pants. She clutched at

her garment. Need to feel more. Need to lay

his. "This isn't a dream?"

He reached for those

off the bed as though the sheets had caught fire. "No," shaking her head violently, she retreated several steps before stopping. "No, we can't. We can't." His fists clenched to keep from grabbing her from pulling her back into his arms where he

at him, hunger clawed all over him, demanding to be sated. But that

extended

her head again, she took another

and fled. Her footsteps echoed as she

follow. He

motionless, something heavy

much as he did her; he had seen it, felt it. But it scared the living daylight out of

know how

...........

PRINCESS EMERIEL

avoided him like the

kept herself far from anywhere her beloved

meant she hadn't been to the gardens, her Frostfall bedchambers, and even her quarters in Blackstone. Instead, she busied herself with errands. Tasks that kept her moving, distracting

and delivered the meat to the homes of the sick, picked herbs, and made medicinal

spent

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

friend Bekka some food, she returned to the fortress

was good, but could also feel stifling

it had bothered her

was no

was there to do than lie in bed and torment herself with memories of his sweet

a sigh, she

a watering can and set to work. The world fell away, and the quiet rustle of leaves and

routine she sensed the