That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 365

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate
Chapter 365
Before she could make sense of that, his mouth was on hers. The kiss was slow at first—a reverent taking of her lips. But as his mouth moved over hers, it deepened, becoming thorough. Her eyes slipped shut, her arms finding their way around his neck. Their tongues danced, beautiful in their intensity, amazing in their feel. Strokes of pleasure and pent-up desire.

By the time he pulled back, Emeriel was breathless, dizzy with yearning. That was when she felt it—a heat at her back. A presence.

A hand settled on her waist.

Blinking through her daze, Emeriel turned her head. Behind her stood a taller figure, and it took her a moment to focus.

“Mistress Alviara…” she breathed, surprised.

“Hello, human princess.” The courtesan gave her a warm smile. “We meet again.”

Emeriel hoped to the Light-gods she returned the smile, though questions whirled in her mind. Why was she here?

She had met the most sought-after courtesan in Urai only once, two years ago, when a female had entered an unexpected heat, throwing the kingdom into chaos. The Grand King had needed relief, and Emeriel, as a boy, had ended up underneath Alviara as the Grand King had taken them both. That night was branded in her memory.

Was that what tonight was? Would Alviara be here for him… while I watched? Emeriel’s stomach twisted.

“She is not for me, little star.” Daemonikai’s calm voice cut through, lifting her chin again so their gazes met. “She is for you.”

Emeriel stared at him. “Me…?”

“Yes,” he said, voice soothing, reassuring. “For support. For comfort. Do you trust me?”

There was no hesitation. “Yes.”

“Good.” He kissed her again, longer this time, until she was once again breathless.

Then his hands moved to her gown, slipping the silk from her shoulders, baring her unhurried to the candlelight inch by inch. Her hair was unpinned, falling over her shoulders in waves. She wasn’t sure how to feel about being naked, pregnant, before another… someone who wasn’t him. She made a tiny, shy sound, pressing herself into his chest as he finished undressing her.

“You are incredibly beautiful.” Daemonikai held her close, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “I have seen you bare countless times, yet I cannot resist thinking it, every single time. Always my first thought.” His gaze slid over her with heat. “Isn’t she beautiful, Alviara?”

“She is,” came the reply behind Emeriel. Appreciative, smooth. “Even more so now that she carries your child, Your Grace.”

“Indeed.” Daemonikai lifted her into his arms, but as she reached to wrap her hands around his neck, he transferred her carefully into Alviara’s arms instead. “Here.”

“I’m heavy,” Emeriel protested.

Alviara took her weight with ease, giving a low, sultry laugh. “To a human, maybe.”

She carried Emeriel effortlessly across the room, graceful as a dancer, stopping at the foot of the bed before slowly setting her down. Emeriel’s feet touched the floor, and her eyes immediately sought her beloved.

Daemonikai had retaken his seat, lounging back in the chair once more, watching her. But before she could lose herself in him, Alviara nudged her chin gently.

“None of that,” a quiet command. “Focus on me. Pretend he isn’t here.”

Was that even possible? But she drew a calming breath. “Alright.”

She still didn’t understand entirely what was happening, but her curiosity outweighed her nerves.

“Good girl,” the courtesan praised. “You seem tense. Relax.”

It was the gentlest command, and yet something in Emeriel’s body responded as though it had no choice. The tightness in her shoulders softened. Her breathing slowed.

“Very good,” Alviara continued, smiling. “Now look at me and tell me what you see.”

Emeriel lifted her gaze fully to the female before her. Alviara was a vision in red and black, a short silk garment hugging every curve of her body. Her breasts were showcased, the soft roundness spilling just over the line of her bodice.