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

Chapter 570:

When he climaxed, his beast seized the opportunity, and the shift began before he could stop it.

It wasn’t until he felt the stretch of his hands—now a paw, claws elongating—that he realized what was happening. He fought it, clawing his way back, forcing the beast down before it could complete the full transformation. But he couldn’t fully return to his male form, his beast already holding the upper hand.

“Fine, we share her. You and I both, half-shift. Deal?”

“Deal,” his beast purred with satisfaction.

His already well-endowed manhood swelled further in size. But she was a Syren. His Syren.

Her body stretched to accommodate him, though the fit remained impossibly tight. They mashed her hypersensitive glands and overstimulated walls with even the barest of strokes.

His young princess was wailing beneath him, her nails biting into his hand as another release ripped her to pieces.

so loudly he was certain they carried far beyond the forest’s edge. And it satisfied

left to move. Yet he made shallow thrusts, his growls and grunts mingling with the sound of her cries as he sought his own

he shuddered violently, uncontrollably, as though

like fireworks, his vision dimming

live now on

into focus, he let out a slow, ragged breath,

utterly still, her body spent, her breathing soft. She

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

dipped below the trees, painting the woods in shades

his fingers tracing a

“Your Grace—”

“Daemon,” he corrected softly.

smile curved her lips. “Was I out for

let’s

feet. His eyes fell to her naked body,