That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 111: It was one thing to be tempted during the pheromone-induced frenzy of bloodfeeding-the arousal was a side effect, and there was nothing to be done about it. But another altogether to face such temptation while clearheaded.

"You know you don't want this."

His fingers released her neck, his wandering hand stilled, and he pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Present for me, Merilyn."

What? "I can't. You know I'm bonded to another." Her eyes pleaded with him. "Please, Vladya, don't do this." His eyes darkened as he took a threatening step forward. "I don't care. Present for me, now."

Helpless tears welled up in Merilyn's eyes as she silently pleaded one last time. But this cold, unrecognizable male-who was nothing like her Vladya-had already made up his mind. He wanted her total submission, not as a grand lord, but as a lover.

Merilyn began to undress, while Grand Lord Vladya walked over to the bed and positioned himself upon it. His arms crossed as he waited.

Naked, she stood before him. Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, struggling to assume the position due to her advanced pregnancy.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

She parted her cheeks, exposing her intimate area to his unwavering gaze. She fought to maintain her balance, finding it difficult. "Vladya, pl-please."

A pleased growl rumbled from his throat. Merilyn felt his heat behind her, knowing he was no longer seated on the bed but hovering close, about to mount her.

"Aekeira," he groaned, his breath tickling her ear.

She stilled. The human princess? "It's Merilyn, not Aekeira, my Lord. Please, snap out of it."

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"Aekeira," another rumbling growl, followed by a nibble on her neck. "Sweet, wicked witch."

You have to act quickly, Merilyn. Bring him back to his senses before he mounts you.

Then, an idea struck her.

"Do you remember when we used to go hunting? You, King Daemonikai, Tiara, and I would embark on hunting trips. Do you remember? Tiara adored those outings." It was unfair for her to remind him of his deceased bondmate, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

She couldn't think of any other way to snap him out of his trance. "Remember how Tiara loved climbing trees? She would shift into her beast form and leap from one tree to another."

He paused.

"Tiara?" His voice cracked.

The quiver in his voice… a single word filled with hope and uncertainty. Merilyn's heart broke for him.

"Yes, remember her? She had a fondness for rock climbing and those silly moments in the woods. We would hide and patiently wait for prey to scurry by. Remember how Daemonikai always caught the largest game, and you would sulk for days on end?"

Silence followed. Gradually, he released his grip on her. Merilyn turned to face him, her gaze locked on his. For a brief moment, he appeared lost.

Then, he blinked several times. The yellow hue in his eyes dissipated, replaced by familiar gray eyes, and he focused on her.

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