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

Chapter 277

Chapter 277

Chapter 277

It was in her eyes, in the soft parting of her lips, in the way her body arched ever so slightly beneath him.

“What instinct do you have?” her voice carried a slight tremor.

“You don’t want to find out,” he warned. Lowering his forehead to hers, he pressed her down more firmly with his weight, letting her feel his fat arousal. His control was fraying fast. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just keep still.”

“No.”

The single word was a lightning strike, freezing every muscle in his body.

Daemonikai’s head snapped back, his gaze locking onto hers with incredulity. “What did you just say?”

“No, I won’t submit,” she breathed. “I refuse to submit.”

“What are you doing?” Daemonikai’s muscles went taut, visibly trembling as he fought himself.

His beast raged inside him, banging against his chest, trying to force a shift. She must submit to us! She is our mate!

“Don’t do this, Emeriel,” he warned. “If I take you this way, it will be… animalistic.”

“Do it.” Her defiance burned as brightly as the blush on her cheeks. “Show me you are my Urekai Alpha.”

His body vibrated harder, desire and restraint warring. He could feel his beast rising, digging its claws into him.

No, stay away from this. You are not needed here-

“Maybe Lord Herod would make a better alpha,” Emeriel taunted. “He’s strong enough to hold me down and give me what I

throat was animalistic, silencing

flat on her belly, him pressed over her, holding her hands

spreading her thighs with his knees, untying his pants in fast,

into her.

as she tried to adjust to him, but

unrestrained, pounding

beast, every cry from her lips

moaned in a broken cry. “Oh gods, so full, so good, ugh so big–more!” Gibberish spilled from her lips as her voice shifted with every sound–moans, screams, desperate pants. She shuddered beneath him,

warned her about and

tried–damn it, he had tried–to hold back, to slow down, but his control was

in her bones and in her soul, that

brand that knowledge into her until there is never a doubt

a vice, her scream

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up a storm in a string of vulgarities he would never use on a normal day

so good, pulling him into a tide

lose his damn mind.

her wrists tightened as he resumed

you belong to?”

“You!” she cried.

That.” His thrusts were angry punches nailing her Syren glands without

I’m yours, oh gods…” Each breath was a hiss, drawing out

surrender should be enough, but it wasn’t. Not for him, and

wanting control, wanting to

this state. He gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, channeling, the wild need into his plunges. He took her harder, forcing

in a crescendo of pleasure as she tensed under him, another

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