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

Chapter 757:

Emeriel’s lips thinned.

“The Mage King suggested we use magic to find him,” Daemonikai went on. “He can weave the spell… but it would require me to be paralyzed for a full month.”

Emeriel was already shaking her head before he finished.

“I said no,” he told her. “I will not be crippled and bedridden while enemies roam free in my kingdom.”

Daemonikai reached out, smoothing a stray strand of her hair back to join the others. “So I will stick with the plan I have.” His fingers lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary. “Find Zaiper first. Once I have him, finding the sorcerer will be simple.”

“I agree.” Emeriel’s long lashes lowered, shadowing her gaze. “So, I’ve been thinking…” When she lifted her eyes again, there was resolve in them. “I wish to feed you properly.”

He opened his mouth, but she held up a hand.

you aren’t feeding as you should. I am your

Dark magic or not, that truth remains. My blood still means something—because I am yours. With

her discomfort. But what he’d neglected to remember was the rest of their counsel. If she found it comfortable, if she chose it, then it was not

the safe herbal concoctions the healers prepared for blood fortification. I can do

gods help him, he

his fangs. He missed it. Missed her—the rich, potent taste of her sliding down his throat instead

worked around a hoarse word.

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surprised. But she recovered quickly. “Good. How do you want

your back, on your knees, bent over the edge of the bed, standing against the wall—gods, Emeriel. I’ll take you any

dick was doing the thinking instead

tried not to stare when she walked by—tried not to watch the sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts in her loose dresses, her wobbling ass. He averted his eyes when she beamed. Looked away when she flushed or was

perpetual state of arousal around