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

Chapter 279: She blinked rapidly, clearing her vision. Emeriel hadn't cared who it was, as long as they could ease her suffering. Memories of the past few hours were fragmented, a jumble of pain and desperate need. How had he found her? What had happened?

But the questions faded as she basked in the warmth of his arms. None of it mattered now. He was here.

Emeriel was spending her heat with the one male in the entire universe she wanted. She felt a sense of belonging, a rightness to the world, that she had never known before. His strong arms were a safe haven…a sanctuary. Safe. Protected.

"Don't stop holding me. Please," she whispered, her voice raw with need. Emeriel was beginning to realize that a person had no control over what came out of their mouth in heat. She would have to do better at filtering what she said, but for now, she felt so good, she didn't want to. "I'm sleepy."

"Sleep, then," King Daemonikai said, his voice caressing her skin. "You have a long night ahead of you."

The gentleness in his tone surprised her. It was a far cry from the cold, harsh words he used to express his disdain for humans. How many others had seen this side of him?

The tender, caring Daemonikai-the one who held her with such care-Emeriel did not know, but she cherished it, pressing her body closer to his, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles against her skin.

"Please, don't leave me." The words slipped out before she could catch them, her eyelids drooping.

"I'm here, young princess. I can't go anywhere until your heat has run its course." He exhaled. "Damn, you feel so good on my knot."

Emeriel meant forever, but this worked too. She got him to herself for three days-beside her, close to her, inside her. She liked it. A lot.

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Drifting off to sleep, his knot locked deep in her, Emeriel found comfort in his arms.

A searing heat in the pit of her stomach ripped Emeriel from the depths of sleep. She stirred, a gasp escaping her lips as her lower belly clenched in a painful spasm. It was happening again.

Her eyes darted around the room in a frantic scan, stopping when she spotted Daemonikai's large form in a chair by the corner, his head resting against the back, eyes closed.

"Please, I need you," she whispered, biting her lips.

His eyes snapped open. They blazed with an icy fury, pupils narrowed into slits. Emeriel recoiled at the sight.

"Your Grace?" Her voice was tentative. Cautious.

He growled. Green eyes locked onto hers, but there was no recognition in them. Only a burning rage that made her blood run cold. Another growl, deeper, more menacing than the last, came from him.

"Human," he spat the word like a curse, loaded with disgust.

Emeriel shrank back further, the pain of her heat momentarily receding.

His hands clenched into fists, his breathing ragged and uneven. "The scum of the earth. I am going to kill you all. Every. Last. One."

Surging from his chair, he moved with anger and grace, and in a few strides, was upon her, his hand closing around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

It was so unexpected that Emeriel froze. She couldn't breathe. And his hands only tightened.

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