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.

woods, but her screams echoed through the trees so loudly he was certain they carried far beyond the

her walls clamped down on him so tight there was no space left to move. Yet he made shallow thrusts, his growls and grunts mingling with the sound of her cries

drop of his semen as he shuddered violently, uncontrollably, as though caught in the throes of

his eyelids like fireworks, his vision dimming

live now

his world finally came back into focus, he let out a slow,

him, his human treasure lay utterly still, her body spent, her breathing soft. She had lost

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

she stirred. The sun dipped below the trees, painting the woods in shades of gold and crimson.

murmured, his fingers tracing a path

“Your Grace—”

“Daemon,” he corrected softly.

A small, pleased smile curved her

let’s get back. Night

fell to her naked body, to