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…!”

would not. She was ruined. Ravaged.

her even as more slick gushed from her loosened body, making the wet, sloppy sounds all

voice sounded wrecked. “Just a little bit more.” He

onto her enticing throat. That pulsing vein…

He was starving.

was

with a grunt of surrender, he sank them home.

and

every tense fiber in her body melted into the

blood trickled down his throat like a hot, rich

into her, release jetting out in thick, powerful

fucking shook. His breathing loud. His

briefest moment, all strength left him, and he felt as weak as a newborn while

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

snarl tore from

her hips upward to keep every last drop of

drip

Mine, mine, MINE!

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

be abating by now, but Daemonikai did not want to take any chances. Pulling the blanket over her, he tucked it gently around

her. Sweeping

long while to ensure she was truly at peace.

he finally stepped out and

stood by the window, a glass in hand, staring outside. At the sound of Daemonikai’s footsteps, he

asleep?” Daemonikai asked as he approached.

long day… and an

“Emeriel too.”

of them stared down at the courtyard

Firelight flickered across the cobblestone streets, the sounds of cheering, music, and

pulsed with joy. The people were rejoicing. The news of their ruler’s

“Those sisters may be human, but their wills surpass even a

swallowed, 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. The one we demanded a princess