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…!”

could not. She would not.

gushed from

wrecked. “Just a little bit more.” He

her enticing throat. That pulsing vein…

He was starving.

she was

with a grunt of surrender, he

the air… and cut off. Everything in her

every trembling bone, every tense fiber in her body melted into the sheets. His Riel–sweet, devoured, bewitching little princess–was out like

not have done that. Her blood trickled down his throat like a hot, rich ambrosia.

out in thick, powerful ropes, filling her up so deep. Spilling

fucking shook. His breathing loud. His

top of her. For the briefest moment, all strength left him, and he

semen dribbled from her, thick and plentiful, threatening to spill onto

tore

on pure instinct, he seized her limp thighs, pressing them together, tilting her hips upward

must drip out!

Mine, mine, MINE!

feeling calmer and satisfied. He draped himself

by Emeriel’s bedside. Her mini–heat should be abating by now, but Daemonikai did not want to take any chances. Pulling the blanket over her, he tucked

watched her. Sweeping his s

while to ensure she was truly at peace.

stepped out and headed

staring outside. At the sound of Daemonikai’s footsteps, he turned

Daemonikai asked

has had a long day… and an even

“Emeriel too.”

both of them stared

all night and into the morning. Firelight flickered across

were rejoicing. The news of their ruler’s

of yesterday and sobered. “Those sisters may be human, but their wills surpass even a Urekai’s.

and I acquired them. There are twenty–one human kingdoms, and yet, somehow, Navia was the one we chose to bestow our presence upon. The one