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.

but she was beginning to regret following him. At the time, she’d been too scared of being found out, and once she had outed herself,

she had vastly underestimated how hard Razarr’s death would hit

locked in some windowless room, brooding in silence, sipping blood like wine. So much for a male who claimed to

was moving. Taking action.

But steps

the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching him. “Open the curtains and windows,” she ordered

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and air into this

Zaiper didn’t protest.

that as a win too.

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PRINCESS EMERIEL

lips on every 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, a silent vow against her skin.

a feline smile, back arching into the sheets. “Good morning, dearest.” For the first time in moons, she’d slept deeply like a baby, wrapped in his

youhow fucking beautiful you

fingers threading through his hair. “You’re

He crawled up her body, his shadow swallowing her whole, until his lips found hers.

as he did her. Already, her body thrummed for him again. Those

teeth grazed her bottom

need to feel it’s all real. Need to feel you again.” Pulling back, she rose to her knees. Body bent, she

was hunger and eager need. He was already moving, lining himself up, his manhood bumping her entrance in a taunt. “That’s my sweetheart.” He pushed in slowly, watching her spine bow, savoring the choked gasp she made as he

her walls fluttering around him like

gripped her hips, 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

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

”

that made her see stars. “Don’t finish that thought, sweet Riel. It’s like tossing a starving dog a bone.” His pace turned hard, each

her moans pitching higher as he angled deeper. He makes me feel like the most desirable female in

hers, the slap of flesh, the way his breath fractured when she

pulsed. Humming

His voice fractured, hips stuttering.

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