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.

going. Pounding into her even as more slick gushed from her loosened body, making the wet, sloppy sounds

little bit more.” He was obsessed with this body. “Cannot

remained locked onto her enticing

He was starving.

she was

a grunt of

It rose in the air… and cut off. Everything in

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

that. Her blood trickled down his throat like a

as his cock exploded was muffled against her neck. He pumped into her, release jetting out in thick, powerful ropes, filling her up

His breathing loud. His mind blanking to

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

from her, thick and plentiful, threatening to spill

feral snarl tore from his

them together, tilting her hips upward to keep every last drop

drip out!

Mine, mine, MINE!

calmer and satisfied. He draped himself in one of

Emeriel’s bedside. Her mini–heat should be abating by now, but Daemonikai did not want to take

Sweeping his

to ensure she

he finally stepped out

hand, staring outside. At the sound of Daemonikai’s footsteps, he turned slightly, glancing over

asked as he approached.

had a long day… and an

“Emeriel too.”

beside Vladya, both of them stared

night and into the morning. Firelight flickered across the cobblestone streets, the sounds of cheering, music,

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

and sobered. “Those sisters may be human, but their wills surpass even

human kingdoms, and yet, somehow, Navia was the one we