That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341
She knocked once.

Shit. Sinai needed to tamp down her anticipation, excitement, and relief.

Who would have thought that just when she was about to surrender, Fate would choose to smile upon her?

It'd been so long since she'd received the message that, at first, it had failed to register. But when it did, she had flown from her bed and readied herself with a speed she'd not thought herself still capable of.

And now, she stood before the chamber where the soldier had escorted her to, clad in one of her finest, most enticing nightrobes. One that clung to her body like a second skin, cut to reveal more than it concealed. Easy to slip from the shoulders. Easier still to discard entirely.

For effect, she had bathed herself in the oils of meccai leaves to deepen her blood’s scent. Making her more tempting. Divine.

“Enter.”

Sinai walked inside and quietly closed the door. The room was dark with only the flicker of a single brazier near the bed.

Daemonikai stood by the window, arms crossed, his back to her. “Take off your clothes. Get on the bed. Present to me.”

Good news never sounded better. Nothing sounded better.

Her arousal lightning fast, as she slipped the thin straps from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet. The temptation to ask what had changed was strong.

Not long ago, this same male had looked her dead in the eyes and told her he wanted nothing to do with her. So what had changed?

Sinai bit down on her tongue. She would not ask, would not ruin this moment with foolishness. Not when she had come so far. She was so close.

Whatever it was that shifted in him had brought him to her, and she would not risk shattering it.

For the first time in longer than she could remember, she stood bare before him—and it had nothing to do with feeding him in the ways of old. This time, there was no Evie stretched seductively across the bed, stealing the moment from her.

No, tonight was just the two of them.

She climbed onto the bed and settled herself as ordered. Arching her back, she offered herself to him. Open. Ready.

“All yours,” she purred.

••••

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Grand King Daemonikai left the window to stand behind the female presenting before him.

He had chosen Sinai for a reason. Two birds with one stone. Satisfy both lusts—sex and blood—in one act. Efficient. Necessary.

Yet, he was at war with himself.

As he walked to this chamber, he'd dreaded doing this, but now standing behind Sinai, staring at her body and everything she was offering him, nothing prepared him for how repulsed he was feeling.

Yes, he knew he didn't want this, Emeriel was all he desired, but he didn't expect to feel so…nauseated.

Sinai was ready for him. Wet and open. Body arched, legs parted…every inch of her beckoned him to take. Yet his stomach had turned inside out, and his skin crawled.

And Emeriel’s bond with him was dormant, yet he was feeling this way. This was going to be harder that I'd thought.

He stripped in silence, casting his garments aside. “Come to me.”

Sinai uncurled, crawling closer before rising to her feet. She walked to him and stopped just in front of him. It was she who leaned in first, lifting her chin as she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was more a claim than an invitation.

Daemonikai let it happen. He palmed his soft cock, stroking himself roughly out of necessity than pleasure.

When was the last time I needed to do this to ready myself? Far too long.