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

Chapter 305: "Please…!" she sobbed when she couldn't take anymore, shuddering badly and clawing at his shoulders. "Oh, please!"

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of King Daemonikai's devilishly handsome face. "I know there's still one more release I can draw from you, darling."

"I can't… please, I can't take anymore," Emeriel cried, her muscles clenched so tightly they began to cramp.

"If you're going to steal my dick while I sleep, make sure you can stand all I give you while I'm awake, dear Galilea." Paying her no heed, he moved-a slow, languid roll of his hips flooding her with raw, harsh bliss. She hissed, squirming against him, but there was nowhere to go. He gave her no choice but to endure it.

Whimpers slipped from her throat as the tension built. Eyes rolling back into her head, Emeriel came soundlessly, fingers clenching and unclenching, her legs twitching uncontrollably.

The edges of her vision shimmered white, the world blurring around the edges, and as she slipped into darkness, a thought lingered. My beloved is one hell of a beast. In more ways than one.

MISTRESS SINAI

Mistress Sinai couldn't shake her restlessness.

Rising from beside her lover, she reached for her clothes. Her Daemon had been away for days. Word was he was helping a female through her heat. Sinai could understand; it wasn't unusual. Yet, the uneasy feeling, the sense that something was wrong, refused to leave her.

"Are you alright, darling?" Daryl's voice broke through her thoughts.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. Sinai needed Daemonikai to be wholly hers, yet every day, it felt as if he was slipping further away from her.

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"You can always come back to bed…" Daryl suggested, a hint of seduction in his tone.

Sinai dressed quickly and stepped outside for some evening air. The nagging feeling persisted-something was wrong; she could feel it.

Urekai imprinted very deeply, which was why their anguish knew no bounds when they lost a loved one. The pain was excruciating. And Daemonikai was still grieving, and as long as the pain persisted, he wouldn't consider a future with her.

She needed to give him time-years, perhaps even centuries. But ultimately, he would be hers alone. There was no one else for him. Eventually, this male would belong to her. All she had to do was patiently wait for him to mourn, heal, and finally open his arms to her. Yet impatience gnawed at Sinai. Is waiting truly the answer? Why did it feel like my male was slipping through my fingers once more?

AEKEIRA

With infinite care, Lord Vladya settled the swaddled infant into the mother's waiting arms, who then passed the bundle to the hovering nursemaid.

"I am ready to nourish you. Allow me but a moment to assume the posture for the Sacred Ways of Old," Lady Merrilyn said.

"There will be no need for that," Lord Vladya's voice was hoarse, but he cleared his throat, steadying it. "When you're in perfect health, we shall attempt it. Until then, the regular manner of feeding shall suffice."

The sacred ways of old? Aekeira filed the question away in her mind for her next visit to the library.

"Are you certain? I do not mind in the least." Lady Merrilyn smiled. "I worry about you, dear Vlad, a lot."

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