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

slick gushed from her

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

remained locked onto her enticing throat. That pulsing

He was starving.

was right

with a grunt of surrender, he sank them

in the air… and cut off. Everything in her

seconds, every active muscle, every 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

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

His breathing loud. His mind blanking to white

top of her. For the briefest moment, all strength left him, and he felt as weak as a newborn while he

dribbled from her, thick and plentiful, threatening to spill

tore from his

her

drip

Mine, mine, MINE!

chamber, feeling calmer and satisfied. He draped himself

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. Sweeping his

to ensure she

out and headed for the

by the window, a glass in hand, staring outside. At the sound of Daemonikai’s footsteps, he turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder.

asleep?” Daemonikai asked as he approached.

has had a long day… and

“Emeriel too.”

beside Vladya, both of them stared down at the courtyard below.

and into the morning. Firelight flickered across the

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

sisters may be human, but their wills surpass even a Urekai’s.

thinking about the day Ottai and I acquired them. There are twenty–one human kingdoms, and yet,