Page 66 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

Another blast of pheromones washed over him, forcing several soldiers to their knees. Some roll onto their back...showing their bellies in the most humiliating way a Urekai could ever submit to another.

It worked, to a degree. The savage glint in Daemonikai's eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by a cold, calculating rage.

"Mine," he growled in a possessive rumble Herod would have sworn shook the very earth. The grand king's previously feral beast was so close to the surface that Herod couldn't imagine the kind of control the male was exerting to stop a forced shift.

"Give her to me. Now," King Daemonikai snarled in a tone that was purely animalistic. Taking a menacing step forward, his eyes bore into Herod's. "You have what belongs to me, Lord of Agriculture. Give. Her. To. Me. Now."

"She's in the cottage," he choked out, raising his hands in surrender while fighting the suffocating powers of that last blast. "All yours. She is ready for you."

All of a sudden, a sound echoed in the distance. The unmistakable sound of a door bursting open, followed by the frantic patter of bare feet on stone.

Herod's eyes widened as Emeriel raced towards them.

The girl who had struggled for hours to escape had finally found the motivation she needed. The scent of her soulmate.

The grand king’s head snapped up, his gaze zeroing in on the approaching figure. Emeriel was naked and unashamed as she barreled into him with the force of a charging bull.

Any other male would have been knocked to the ground, but Daemonikai stood firm, his arms encircling the trembling female.

"You're here," she sobbed against his chest, her body clinging to his. "I have been waiting. It hurts so bad...Please, make it go away...Beloved. I need you so much."

Herod winced inwardly. Beloved.

If she was lucky, that word would be lost in the haze of rut, and Daemonikai would not remember it afterward.

The grand king pulled back slightly, his broad shoulders shielding her nakedness from the prying eyes of the soldiers.

"Mine," King Daemonikai stated in a possessive tone that brooked no argument.

“Yours,” she cried softly, trembling. “I am yours.”

The grand king gave them all a last thunderous glare, before he lifted her effortlessly, and stormed towards the cottage.

Chapter nineteen

HEAT OF FIRE

GrandKingDaemonikaicouldbarely think, pure lust coursed through his body.Have to be inside her.

Daemonikai slammed the door of the cottage closed with a resounding thud. Lowering Galilea to her feet by the sturdy wooden table, he pinned her against it, her back pressing into the rough surface.

"Yes. Want you. Want you. Please." She was quivering, eyes glazed over with a mist of untamed arousal, her body slick with sweat.

Mellow Hades, but her scent…

The air was thick with it, potent and heady, like the richest incense, weaving through his senses and ensnaring him completely. All he wanted was to bury himself deep within her until the claws of this hunger was sated.

"Please." Galilea arched against him, impatient and desperate, grinding her ass against his hardened dick, until he felt like he would burst in the confines of his clothing. "I need it, I need it."

Daemonikai forewent any further undressing, hastily freeing his aching member, his skin tingling with anticipation. He positioned her just as he wanted, her back to him, spreading her legs and stepping between them. Aligning himself, he pushed in.

"Yesss," her drawn-out moan was that of pleasure and relief. "Thank you. Give me more, please."

He gave her more, pulling back only to drive back in with even more force. Galilea enveloped him warmly, her inner walls fluttering, clenching, drawing him in deeper.

He leaned forward to whisper to her ear. "So wet. I will fuck you loose and sloppy. By the end of your heat, your body will only know mine."

"Yours," she whispered, her eyelids fluttering closed in bliss. She moved with him, meeting each of his thrusts.

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