MainNovelChapter 718: He had not satisfied Sexlust in over four months, yet his female believed he was still bedding his bloodhost. Because of that belief, there was a sadness in Emeriel's eyes that never quite left, no matter how bright her smile and how much love shone in her blue eyes.
Tonight, as on so many nights, he was expected to visit Sinai first, then return to her chamber and hold her while she slept. Whenever Emeriel thought he'd fallen asleep, she let her muffled cries spill.
It hurt Daemonikai immensely that she was going through this pregnancy sad, but they had gotten to a point where he had no idea what to do.
She did not know he'd not touched another female. That the feral episodes still came. Only Vladya and Ottai knew, and only they helped with the measures Daemonikai had taken.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen Daemonikai felt the signs, he went willingly to Blackstone's deepest underground chamber. There, Vladya bound him in chains of reinforced iron laced with toxins, and the fortified doors were locked. He remained there for twenty-four hours until the storm passed.
As far as his people were concerned, their king was whole again. His mind clear as the first light of dawn. As far as Emeriel was concerned, his madness was controlled, because he was satisfying all his basic instincts. Deceptions he wore like a crown of thorns.
While the people feasted, he watched her from his high seat. She added fruit to her basket at the fruit region. A young male hurried forward to take it from her, protective of her as so many had becsince the pregnancy, and Emeriel smiled at the youngling in gratitude.
Daemonikai's stomach turned inside out.
Is that smile not supposed to be for you? Why does she bestow it so freely on srandom male? He dug his fingers into the arm of his throne, but his expression did not shift.
Human scum. Perhaps she wants them to hold her down and satisfy those pregnancy-driven cravings she has denied you for all these long, lonely nights. The Voice turned conspiratorial. Why not stop playing the righteous king and take what you want? Hold her down and take. Ignore the screams, forget honor, fuck control and screw the little shit in her. Just... take. You have done it before.
Daemonikai shot to his feet and walked. Past the tables. Past the highborn guests. Past the celebrating crowds. Ignoring the startled glances following him. No one stopped him; no one dared. His strides were long, his rage breathing.
He made his way behind the gardens, where no prying eyes could follow. There, out of sight, he leaned hard against the nearest wall and drove his forehead into it. Growling and snarling, he breathed noisily as his head fell forward again and again.
The pain dulled the Voice, driving it back into the recesses of his mind. It rarely got this bad, but when it did, it was always a sign that another feral episode was coming. Soon.
On the fifth strike, a hand caught him, sliding between his head and the wall.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Stop. Stop, Daemon." Daemonikai barely heard the words, but he felt them. Even through his fury and the pounding in his skull, he heard the pain in Vladya's voice.
Daemonikai started laughing. Low, bitter, harsh, blood trickling down from his brow, hot against his skin. I really hit rock bottom this time.
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PRINCESS EMERIEL
Emeriel looked out the window into the night, willing herself not to tap her foot or pace the length of the om chamber as she so often did on nights like this. She was waiting when she should not be. She should be asleep. The day's celebration had left her exhausted, but sleep fled from her on nights when her Beloved lay in another female's arms.
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