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

Chapter 346: The sight of her there, in his territory, vulnerable and unguarded, did things to him. He felt possessive. Protective.

His instincts buzzed and thrummed with pleasure and lightness, instead of the darkness and void he had come to know.

Vladya should have already been in court, attending to his duties, which he had left neglected for a while now. Yet here he was, lingering at the threshold.

Yaz stood beside him, surprisingly making no attempt to hurry him along, even as they ran late, because Vladya couldn't tear his gaze away from the sleeping figure on the bed. He let out a deep breath. When it came to his episodes, the memories were always vague at best. Some he remembered, others were elusive. Vladya still couldn't believe he had utterly disrespected Daemonikai. And as if that weren't enough, Vladya had attacked him twice. Attacked with the intent to kill.

Then, he had gone ahead and rejected every female brought in to satisfy him. That, at least, did not surprise him. Vladya had known for some time who his body truly desired, even before his symptoms began to worsen.

Aekeira sighed softly, murmuring something incoherent before shifting and settling back into sleep. She was disgustingly pretty. Annoyingly stunning.

"I could watch her sleep all day."

This thought, like many others Vladya was starting to have about her, alarmed him. But she had listened to him. Had offered comfort without judgment. Her words, so unexpectedly kind, so sickeningly sweet, had soothed a part of him he thought long dead. They had no reason to make him feel as good as they did.

And Vladya had wanted to share more.

Never, as long as he could remember, had he effortlessly wanted to share anything with someone outside his too-small inner circle of friends.

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Who would have thought that he, Grand Lord Vladya, Master of the Western Clans and Hater of humans, would have a human female in his bed and, instead of slitting her throat and watching her bleed out, he would be standing at his door, late for court and obsessively watching her sleep? Memorizing every feature and branding her beautiful naked form into his mind.

Vladya huffed under his breath. To think he had taken Aekeira with the intention of ridding himself of this lust for her. There was no such thing. Every moment he spent near her, every time he buried himself deep inside her, his feelings worsened. They deepened. Aekeira was like the most lethal drug, sweet and addictive. One without a cure.

A smile in his direction, and he wanted to shove her onto the bed and pound her into the mattress. She spoke in that soft tone with that expressive face, and he was fantasizing about bending her over and rutting into her until she couldn't walk without a limp for weeks. Everything about Aekeira turned him on. Everything about her got under his skin.

Dangerous, dangerous grounds.

This was heartbreak, coupled with incredible pain waiting to happen, for her. Perhaps even for him.

"I wish to stay. Take what you need from me," her voice echoed in his memory, soothing him all over again.

The girl is terrible at reigning in this wild horse of feelings growing between us. And it seems I'm just as bad at it too.

GRAND LORD OTTAI

Grand Lord Ottai stood near the court's scribes, listening to the proceedings with only half of his attention. His gaze occasionally drifted toward Vladya, carefully observing him without drawing attention.

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