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

Chapter 281: His movements faltered. Pulling out, he flipped her around so her back was to him, positioning himself behind her before plunging back in. Each thrust struck her overstimulated flesh, still quivering from the aftershocks of her climax.

It was only when Emeriel began to yell, "I've had enough, I've had enough," her voice breaking as she begged for mercy, that he finally let go.

He came with a roar. His large frame tensed, then locked in place as spurts of warm cum flooded her insides. Emeriel came again with a weak, tremulous cry, her body languid and tears streaming down her face.

His knot grew, locking into her oversensitive walls. Emeriel sobbed, the sensation so exquisitely intense that it skirted the fine line between pleasure and pain. So good it hurts. Hurts so good.

"I know," he murmured, his face buried in the crook of her shoulder. His breath was warm against her neck as he drew in a lungful of her scent. "I know, sweet one."

She had said it out loud then. She really had no filter during her heat.

His weight was massive, but Emeriel did not say a word-it felt good. Even if she was half-afraid that any movement from him might trigger another out-of-body experience, and she really wasn't sure she could handle any more. So, she remained still, basking in the afterglow of being mounted within an inch of her life. Until his voice broke through.

"I think it will be better for another male to see you through your heat, little princess."

Emeriel stiffened. Her insides turned cold.

"No."

King Daemonikai shifted, pulling her closer as he settled on his side. More aftershocks of pleasure rocked her with his movement, and she whimpered. She felt so full.

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"I almost killed you when I rose from that brief sleep," he said in his deep, soothing tone behind her. "I thought it might be possible, so I left the bed. But it was obviously of no use. If it happens again, I might actually kill you. I don't mind."

The words caught in her throat as Emeriel's belly dropped. Oh, she had it bad. So bad that she genuinely did not care if he killed her, as long as it was him here, spending this heat with her.

"I don't want another male, Your Grace." The mere thought was like a thousand needles dancing across her skin.

Emeriel. Your Grace. Her middle name had never sounded so good coming from anyone, but she wished she could hear him call her by the name she really answered to. Emeriel.

"I can't bear another's touch," she croaked. Emeriel would die first.

"Perhaps. But you can bear your betrothed's. It was wrong of me to take you from him, to challenge him for your heat," he grimaced. "No male should do that to another. He likely did not fight me because of who I am."

"You were in a rut."

"It doesn't make it right," he countered. "He was too, I could sense it. He would have fought me in a duel, for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, young princess," he sighed. "Males in rut are fiercely strong when protecting what's theirs. It's nature's way of ensuring even the weakest Urekai can defend their females during their most vulnerable heat, when other males come sniffing around. Herodis knew that. He did not engage out of respect for me."

You are my male. You would have killed him. Guilt nearly swallowed Emeriel.

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