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

Chapter 320

The wet, obscene sounds filled the chamber, growing louder with each sharp snap of his hips.

Ruthless. Unrelenting. Inescapable.

Dragging her through mini orgasms and aftershocks, wringing tiny broken sobs from her with each stroke, even as she quivered and sobbed beneath him. Yet he did not stop.

Because she could take it. She was his. This was what she needed. And he was all too happy to give it to her.

But then… the hunger came again.

Urekai males followed an unwritten rule: do not bloodfeed during heat sex.

The coupling was already too much. An overload of sensation. Throwing in bloodfeeding on top of it? Cruel.

The urge almost never came during heat.

Almost.

But now, it did.

Fucking hell, it did. Clawing at him like a feral defending its territory.

Daemonikai had no idea if it was because of her messy heat hormones failing to condition his rut properly, or the events of the night–the danger, the helplessness he had felt earlier–but the urge to possess her with his fangs was there. And it was

strong.

Gums aching, fangs throbbing, saliva pooling endlessly no matter how hard he swallowed.

“Your body should be outlawed,” his growl was as animalistic as his thrusts. Slam. Slam. Slam. “Too fucking addictive.”

“Mercy! Please! More. Oh gods. Enough. More-”

Daemonikai chuckled darkly, watching the delicious contradiction spill from her lips.

“My sweet, indecisive little slut…” he drawled, dragging his tongue over his teeth. “Make up your blissed–out mind.”

“Oh goddess…!”

not. She would not. She was

kept going. Pounding into her even as more slick gushed from her loosened body, making

cannot stop,” his own voice sounded wrecked. “Just a little bit more.” He was obsessed with

remained locked onto her enticing throat. That

He was starving.

she was right

a grunt of

air… and cut off.

melted into the sheets. His Riel–sweet, devoured, bewitching little princess–was out like

that. Her blood trickled down his throat

neck. He pumped into her, release jetting out in thick, powerful ropes, filling her up so deep.

fucking shook. His breathing loud. His

the briefest moment, all strength left him, and he felt

he finally pulled out, his semen dribbled from her, thick and plentiful, threatening to spill

snarl tore from his throat.

on pure instinct, he seized her limp thighs, pressing them together, tilting her hips upward to keep every last drop of his

must drip

Mine, mine, MINE!

from the bathing chamber, feeling calmer and satisfied. He draped himself in one of Vladya’s loose, comfortable garments.

did not want

her. Sweeping his

while to ensure she was truly at peace.

was satisfied, he finally stepped out and headed

in hand, staring outside. At the sound of Daemonikai’s

Aekeira asleep?” Daemonikai asked as he approached.

nodded. “She has had a long

“Emeriel too.”

them stared

morning. Firelight flickered across the cobblestone streets, the sounds

The news of

and sobered. “Those sisters may be human, but their wills surpass even a Urekai’s. Ukrae truly blessed us with the strongest

fingers tightening around his glass. “I keep thinking about the day Ottai and I acquired them. There are twenty–one human kingdoms, and yet, somehow, Navia was the one we chose to bestow our presence upon.