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

Chapter 569: No, stay away from this. You are not needed here.

"Maybe Lord Herod would make a better alpha," Emeriel taunted. "He's strong enough to hold me down and give me what I-"

The roar that split his throat was animalistic, silencing the woods around them, and everything became a blur.

He was barely aware of flipping her over and tearing her clothes off. Now, she lay flat on her belly, him pressed over her, holding her hands captive above her head, her face pressed against the ground. He was scarcely conscious of spreading her thighs with his knees, untying his pants in fast, jerky movements, and plunging into her.

She whined, arching into him and wiggling as she tried to adjust to him, but he gave her no chance.

He fucked her hard, unrestrained, pounding her into the ground.

Every stroke fed his beast. Every cry from her lips fueled the pleasure sizzling through him.

"Yessss," she moaned in a broken cry. "Oh gods, so full, so good, ugh, so big-more!"

Gibberish spilled from her lips as her voice shifted with every sound-moans, screams, desperate pants. She shuddered beneath him, taking every thrust.

The sex was everything he had warned her about and more. It was animalistic and wild.

He had tried-damn it, he had tried-to hold back, to slow down, but his control was completely burned away.

She needed to know, to feel it in her bones and in her soul, that she was his.

Made for him and only him.

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And I will brand that knowledge into her until there is never a doubt left.

She clenched him like a vice, her scream tearing through the night as she came.

Daemonikai cursed up a storm in a string of vulgarities he would never use on a normal day as his thrusts stuttered.

Her tightness milked his release, strangling him so good, pulling him into a tide of sensation so great he thought he might lose his damn mind.

His hands pinning her wrists tightened as he resumed fucking into her again.

"Who do you belong to?" he growled.

"You!" she cried.

"I. Can't. Hear. That." His thrusts were angry punches, nailing her Syren glands without mercy with every word. "Who. Do. You. Belong. To?"

"Yours!" she howled in surrender. "I'm yours! I'm yours, oh gods…!"

Each breath was a hiss, drawing out the ssss, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Her surrender should have been enough, but it wasn't. Not for him, and certainly not for his raging beast.

Out! Out! It slammed against his mind, wanting control, wanting to mount her in its own form.

"No. I'm not unleashing on her in this state." He gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, channeling the wild need into his plunges. He took her harder, forcing himself to focus on her cries and the way her body welcomed him. Her voice rose again in a crescendo of pleasure as she tensed under him, another peak building fast.

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