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

Chapter 476: A sense of peace filled his being. He could get used to this.

Time moved by as he lost himself in his duties, the comfort of her presence making the long night easier. But then he heard a soft sound. A moan.

His head snapped up.

Emeriel moved slowly in her sleep, rolling from side to side, making soft sounds. She was having a dream.

Leaning back, he observed the way her body responded to whatever played out in her mind.

Her fingers curled, her lips parted with a delicate sigh.

"Beloved," she moaned, arching up the bed.

His brows arched, even as heat pooled low in his stomach. She's dreaming… of me?

Arousal flared, his dick going hard as stone in record time.

Daemonikai forced himself to breathe evenly. Not now, fella. Now's not the time.

Rising from the desk, he walked to her side and settled beside her on the bed. Her sleep was fitful, her body restless.

"Hey," he brushed a hand over her arm. "Wake up, dearling. You're dreaming." She calmed.

Blue eyes opened slowly, glazed and unfocused, settling on him. "My beloved."

He stifled a sigh. If only he could get her to call him that while fully awake.

"I like this dream," Emeriel said in a low tone. "Touch me, beloved."

Touch, his beast urged.

No, I will not.

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"Wake up, darling," Daemonikai coaxed gently.

"I don't want to," she protested, a dreamy smile on her lips.

Her hands drifted over her body, cupping her breasts, flicking her nipples. She let out a soft whine.

A bolt of desire shot straight to his dick, his arousal returning with vengeance.

"Gods of the Grail," he swore.

"I really like this dream a lot," she cried with bliss, pinching her engorged nipples.

Daemonikai closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then, counted backward from ten.

Nope, his hard-on had declared a coup, raging full mast in his pants.

His beast, too, was one hundred percent on board… all too aware of her. Emeriel took his hand, parting her thighs, guiding it between her open legs.

"Touch me, please," she murmured, rolling her hips desperately. "I've been hungry… so starved for you."

"Darling, you don't know…"

"I need you."

Younglings crying for food, an elder falling from a horse, another bloody war with the vamps.

The images didn't work. His restraint was slipping with each passing second, her dreamlike touches tugging him further under her spell.

"Emeriel, you need to wake up," he growled.

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