Page 166 of The Princess and Her Grand King

She must havesensedhim, though, because she shot to her feet abruptly and took off running again.

A growl of pure lust rose in his chest as he surged forward at a fast, blurry speed, his hand shooting out to seize her waist, lifting her and throwing her to the ground.

She yelped with surprise and began struggling. But he was already on top of her, pinning her down with his weight.

“Caught,” His voice came out a guttural growl, dripping with lust.

Hell's balls, he was more out of control than he’d realized. His next command confirmed it.

“Submit.”

Her eyes widened. “Your eyes…”

“What do you see?”

“Yellow. Pure beast.”

“It’s the hunt,” he rasped. “I’m fighting for control. Stay still, Riel.” His chest rose and fell rapidly, every muscle tight. "Don’t move. At this point, I can’t control what I do next.”

He expected fear. Not… desire.

It was in her eyes, in the soft parting of her lips, in the way her body arched ever so slightly beneath him.

“What instinct do you have?” her voice carried a slight tremor.

“You don’t want to find out,” he warned. Lowering his forehead to hers, he pressed her down more firmly with his weight, letting her feel his fat arousal. His control was fraying fast. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just keep still.”

“No.”

The single word was a lightning strike, freezing every muscle in his body.

Daemonikai’s head snapped back, his gaze locking onto hers with incredulity. “What did you just say?”

“No, I won’t submit,” she breathed. “I refuse to submit.”

“What are you doing?” Daemonikai’s muscles went taut, visibly trembling as he fought himself.

His beast raged inside him, banging against his chest, trying to force a shift.She must submit to us! She is our mate!

“Don’t do this, Emeriel,” he warned. “If I take you this way, it will be… animalistic.”

“Do it.” Her defiance burned as brightly as the blush on her cheeks. “Show me you are my Urekai Alpha.”

His body vibrated harder, desire and restraint warring. He could feel his beast rising, digging its claws into him.

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.

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