That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 240

Chapter 240:

🍙 🍙 🍙 🍙 🍙

“Clear away from her. Now,” his voice became a menacing growl.

Whines and whimpers filled the air, but the males slowly backed away, creating a path to the girl. Daemonikai was not yet satisfied, his beast still agitated.

With a sharp breath, he released a burst of pheromones into the air.

“Your Grace,” several soldiers rasped in unison, their defiance replaced with fear and pain. They fell to their knees, heads bowed in deference. Even his grand lords felt the power of his dominance, their necks bared in submission.

The display calmed him slightly, but the agitation remained. With the absence of his bondmate to soothe him, the girl’s scent and the multiple scents of male arousal assaulted his senses.

And for some inexplicable reason, his mind drifted to Princess Galilea. Her scent had been calming, like a balm to his troubled soul.

“Thank you so much, Greatest Majesty,” the other added, his gratitude evident.

Together, they lifted the girl and disappeared into the night.

Daemonikai watched them go, a flicker of worry in his eyes.

“If they went into rut because of her, they will take good care of her,” Ottai’s voice was low and reassuring as he drew closer. “You know trying to keep either male away would have resulted in a fight to the death. You did the right thing.”

“I know,” Daemonikai replied, turning away and starting back towards the fortress.

Without his bondmate to diffuse the effect of the heat, he was vulnerable. Arousal throbbed in his veins, every muscle coiled tight. He could barely think straight.

He needed to sate this lust. Fast.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

“How does it feel being faced with this without the mated bond?” Ottai’s voice carried a weight of genuine concern.

Find more chapters now gⱯlnσv𝓮ls․cøm

It was agonizing. Daemonikai’s frame was rigid, his movements nearly mechanical as he fought the overwhelming arousal. His steps unsteady, his senses overwhelmed.

“I am fine.”

“Well, I am not,” Zaiper drawled, his voice thick with unmasked hunger. “I need to bury myself deep inside a slave, or ten, right now.” He stalked off, leaving Daemonikai and Ottai alone.

“How do you really feel?” Ottai asked softly.

“It has been thousands of years. I had forgotten how hard and intense this used to feel,” Daemonikai admitted, his voice strained.

“Yeah,” Ottai agreed. “I do not feel it as strongly because I am mated, but I feel enough to know how difficult it is for unbonded males. Vladya is fortunate to be out of the fortress tonight.”

“He is.”

“I am taking Morina the first chance I get,” Ottai growled, his voice heavy with desire. “Need to be deep inside her, wrapped in her scent and surrounded by her.” He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening as he realized the implications of his words. A flicker of guilt crossed his features. “I am so sorry, I—”

Daemonikai waved away his apology, shoving the grief rising deep down. “It’s okay, Ottai.” He offered a faint smile. “Go and be with your bondmate.”

“You cannot go to bed like this, and you know it. Suppressing it is nearly impossible, and you will only end up with brain-splitting headaches. It will help you sleep better,” Ottai insisted.

.

.

.