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

Chapter 766: "…their way back to pleasure, in whatever way they need." She paused, letting the words settle. "Tonight, we'll be trying one."

"Oh." Emeriel's breath caught. So that's why. She looked at her beloved. He gave a nod of encouragement and approval.

"My reputation precedes me." Alviara's smile deepened as she brushed her fingers against Emeriel's cheek. "Don't worry. You're in good hands." She leaned in to Emeriel's ear. "And if you let me touch you, I'll make sure you feel really, really good."

Emeriel swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, pulse fluttering wildly. She didn't move away. "I can smell your musk," Alviara whispered. "Absolutely intoxicating." Her tongue flicked out, tasting the line of Emeriel's throat, sending a tremor through her body. "Your scent alone is enough to drive anyone mad with desire."

The female gave compliments freely, and just like her command, they settled within Emeriel. She leaned into Alviara, horny, feeling like she was in a daze.

"Thank you."

Alviara held her waist securely. "Will you let me touch you?" the courtesan asked, her voice a sultry promise. "I can do some very wonderful things with my tongue."

Emeriel's lips parted, but she found her answer quickly. "No," she murmured, even as she rested her forehead against Alviara's shoulder.

Gentle hands stroked over her back, never demanding.

"Why not?" Alviara asked, without any offense, only curiosity. "You are hungry, and I can ease you."

Emeriel was quiet for a moment. She didn't want to hurt the courtesan's feelings, but she chose honesty anyway.

"You're not the one I want."

Alviara hummed, the sound warm and amused. "And who do you want?"

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Emeriel's lips brushed against Alviara's shoulder as she mumbled, "My Daemon."

"Mmm," Alviara said, thoughtful. "Are you sure?"

"Very."

"Good," Alviara said simply.

She stepped back, releasing Emeriel gently, then moved behind her.

"Look at him," Alviara crooned. "Really look at him."

Emeriel did. Daemonikai was seated, watching her, but the air between them sizzled. The hunger in his eyes had become intense. Possessiveness burned within them. Tight control etched into every line of his body.

As seconds passed, the raw worship in his gaze became her undoing.

She grew even wetter.

"Do you see the way he looks at you?" Alviara asked, her voice low.

"Y-yes."

"Do you see how he holds himself back? Those hands of his ache to be on you. That mouth aches to devour you. And still… he waits."

Emeriel made a soft, needy sound, pressing her thighs together. Why did hearing it from someone else make it so much more intense?

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