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

Chapter 273

“No! Go through the back! Save yourself!” The desperate command echoed into the dim silence of the room, followed by sharp, labored pants. “Protect your mother!”

Emeriel’s eyes snapped open to the faint light of dawn filtering through the open curtains.

She turned, her heart clenching as she saw Daemonikai thrashing beside her, his chest heaving, his fists clenched white- knuckling the sheets.

“There are too many of them. 1…” His voice broke, raw with helpless panic. “Too many of them.”

“Daemon…” Her hand hovered inches from his shoulder.

The memory of the last time he’d woken from a nightmare beside her flashed vividly in her mind. A moment that had nearly cost her her life.

“Myka, where is Alvin!?” his voice rose again, desperate. “Where is your brother!?”

Her throat clogged, tears prickling her eyes. He was trapped there again.

Reliving the terror of a father failing to save his children. It wasn’t real, but the horror in his voice was clear, cutting through her like a sword.

To hell with this.

“Wake up,” she whispered, then louder, “Daemon, wake up!”

Her hands closed around his broad shoulders, shaking him. “Don’t live through that again, I’m here.”

“How could you tell… the humans about us, Alvin? No matter how drunk you were, you shouldn’t have…” his panting grew louder, frantic.

Emeriel climbed halfway onto him, wrapping her arms around his shaking frame. “Come back to me, please.”

His eyes snapped open, his chest rising and falling fast against hers.

“You’re alright,” she soothed, willing him to believe it. “It’s just a nightmare. You are safe.”

“Emeriel?” His voice was disoriented, his eyes darting all over her face.

“Yes, it’s me.” She adjusted herself to better see his face, her hands brushing the damp hair away from his sweat–soaked

brow.

who had clawed his

have these dreams frequently? Or is

“But… I can’t think of this now. I wish not to think about this.” There was a wild,

“What do you

need?”

he was asking for must have dawned on him because horror joined desperation. “Fuck, I apologize. I shouldn’t ask this of you.

him closer, and rolled onto her back, parting her thighs. Lifting the hem of her nightgown, she bared

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can’t use you like this. It’s not fair

Let me take care of you? she

warred in his eyes. “I don’t want to

Please don’t make me beg. I want

Gratitude and relief softened

between her legs, his hands

pressed against her femininity, but he

curves of her breast. Dipping

breath catching. Her

cradled his head closer,

so much. My powerful, powerful man.” The murmurs poured naturally from her lips, warmth

throat, his mouth tugging hard on her nipple while his hand kneaded

sucked with the enthusiasm of a starving man, making her feel every pull, every strong suction. Sending sharp

every touch… every pull of

to suspect her dearest had a particular

deeply erotic about the sight of him like this. Clinging to her, lost

his cheeks hollowed with each suckle, and she couldn’t stop the soft moan slipping from her lips as

leg over his hip. Then, in one smooth move, he

hard, trying to stifle the sharp cry rushing to her throat at the

“That’s it, my dear king.”

and deep, his thick length

of pleasure rumbled from his throat as he angled himself at an uncomfortable–looking position, refusing to let her go or

her breast, offering it to him as small cries

steady rhythm of his thrusts, created a sweet agony that