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

from the bed, sitting up and drew closer. "Come here," Leaning in,

as he deepened it. Tongue sliding desperately against

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

garment. Need to feel more. Need to lay

away from his. "This isn't a

one." He

back, horror replaced lust, and she scrambled 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

hunger clawed all over him, demanding

he extended a

head again, she took

then, she turned and fled. Her footsteps echoed as

didn't follow.

something heavy settling in

wanted him as much as he did her; he had seen it,

I don't know how to fix

...........

PRINCESS EMERIEL

him like

kept herself far from

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,

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

grounds, spent her nights

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

some food, she returned to the

her. Their presence was good, but could also feel

had bothered her all day. "The workers

was

to do than lie in bed and torment

she

fell away, and the quiet rustle of leaves and the familiar scents soothed

routine she