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.

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

he made shallow thrusts, his growls and

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

fireworks, his vision

now on

let out a slow, ragged breath, shifting back into his full

treasure lay utterly still, her

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

below the trees, painting the woods in shades of gold and crimson.

he murmured, his fingers tracing a path through her hair. “Welcome

“Your Grace—”

“Daemon,” he corrected softly.

pleased smile curved her lips. “Was

let’s get back. Night is

rose first, then helped her to her feet. His eyes fell to her naked