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 was ruined. Ravaged.

into her even as more slick gushed from her

wrecked. “Just a little bit more.” He was obsessed

remained locked onto her

He was starving.

was right there.

and with a grunt of

air… and cut

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

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

muffled against her neck. He pumped into her, release jetting out in thick, powerful ropes, filling her up so deep. Spilling yet again into

loud. His mind blanking to

he collapsed on top of her. For the briefest moment, all strength left him, and he felt as weak as

out, his semen dribbled from her, thick

snarl tore from

thighs, pressing them together, tilting her hips upward to keep every last

drip

Mine, mine, MINE!

later, Daemonikai emerged from the bathing chamber, feeling calmer and satisfied. He draped himself in one of

should be abating by now, but Daemonikai did not want to take any

her. Sweeping his s

to ensure she was truly

finally stepped out and headed

At the sound of Daemonikai’s footsteps, he

asked as

nodded. “She has had a long day… and

“Emeriel too.”

them stared down at the

flickered across the cobblestone streets, the

The people were rejoicing. The news of their ruler’s Soulbond had spread like

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

Ottai and I acquired them. There are twenty–one human kingdoms, and yet, somehow,