That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 368

ZAIPER

The dark room burst open as the female barged in. “Until when will you mourn his death!?”

Zaiper glared at her, shielding his eyes. “Shut the damn door. That light hurts.”

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She slammed it shut with force. “We are running for our lives every single night, and yet you refuse to pull yourself out of this daze you’ve sunk into! Yes, I understand your loss–but your life is on the line, Zaiper! Get your head together!”

He was seated at the foot of a rickety, filthy bed, lazily sipping from a goblet of blood.

“We need to get to shelter as fast as possible,” Sinai said, pacing. “At the rate we’re being hunted, we will be caught.”

Silence answered her.

Her gaze flicked to the goblet he held. His men had slaughtered enough humans to fill casks, and with the supplies from his vampire allies, his blood reserves would last years. No wonder he was toying with it like it was fine ale, drowning in self–pity rather than replenishing strength.

“Zaiper! Are you even listening to me!?”

“Mm?” He barely looked up. “What were you saying?”

“We. Are. Being. Hunted,” she said through clenched teeth. “Every sentinel. the Shadows, Bloodhounds, Stormriders–we are being hunted like marked criminals for slaughter, and you sit here, saying nothing! Doing nothing!”

“You think I enjoy this?” Zaiper snarled, rising. “I had to run last night butt naked, ambushed in my sleep. I barely escaped. I’ve been crawling through cities, caves, underground passageways like some rat–do you think I enjoy this?” With a hiss of fury, he hurled the goblet at the wall.

“Then stop wallowing in misery and lead! Take command before you get us both killed!” Sinai’s voice rose. She was too scared and furious to soften her words now. “I thought you said you didn’t love him.”

“I do not feel such petty things!” he sneered.

“Good. That’s very good. Now dust off whatever grand emotion it is you are feeling, and act like the male you claim to be.” She crossed her arms. “How far are we from this shelter you speak so highly of? Is it truly worth the risks we take every night?”

He didn’t answer her, calling for the guards, ordering a bath drawn, stripping off the foul clothes he’d worn for days.

That appeased a little bit of Sinai’s anger. Finally.

she’d been too scared

had vastly underestimated how hard Razarr’s death would hit him.

in some windowless room, brooding in silence, sipping blood like wine. So much for a male who claimed to feel nothing. Daemonikai

now, he was

steps. But

him. “Open the curtains

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“Let some light and air into

Zaiper didn’t protest.

as a win too.

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part of her body. His lips touched everywhere, without hurry, like a male who was ready to spend eternity learning her. Each kiss was a brand,

sheets. “Good morning, dearest.” For the first time in moons, she’d slept deeply like a baby, wrapped

the bump. “Have I told youhow fucking beautiful you are like this?” his voice gravel with devotion,”

threading through his

until his lips found hers. It

wanted him just as much as he did her. Already, her body thrummed for him again. Those long, empty months without him inside her had left her ravenous, desperate to

feel?” His teeth grazed her bottom lip. “Sore?”

let’s go again. I need to feel it’s all real. Need to

himself up, his manhood bumping her entrance in a taunt. “That’s my sweetheart.” He pushed in slowly, watching her spine bow, savoring

her walls fluttering around him like a

thrusting once–deep, possessive. “Even if I’m in court. On a battlefield. Fuck, in the middle of an earthquake-” Another snap of his hips. “Call for me, and I’ll be here to sate you. To your hungry

fists twisted in the sheets. “You too. Whenever, however, you w–want me-

”

thought, sweet Riel. It’s like tossing a starving dog a bone.” His pace turned hard, each thrust punctuated with a groan. “I’d abandon everything- meetings, wars, my own fucking name–just to live between your thighs.” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. “I’ll become useless to society.”

He makes me feel like the most desirable female

to this: his skin against hers, the slap of flesh, the way his breath fractured when she

Humming with energy,

His voice fractured,

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