Page 14 of A Mate for the King
All-Mother help her, why wasn't she moving?She had to leave!This was no place for her heat. Not at all.
Still emanating the soothing purr that shot through Cora straight to her toes, Zehr shook his head.
“Can’t have you leaving, sweets.”
“This can’t happen.” Cora pointed between them with a frantic gesture as she tried to ignore the fine sheen of sweat rapidly appearing on her skin. Her hands clenched and unclenched at the heat steadily growing harder to ignore.
Her skin prickled and chafed from the rough material of her clothes. She needed to get out of them. Now. But she had to get somewhere safe to do that.
From the wild look in Zehr's eyes, Cora was suddenly filled with worry.
"Zehr, I can't be here. It's not right," she whispered, and finally forced herself to meet his eyes. "You know that you can't. Not with me—not with the magic."
“Shh, shh. You’re going to be good for me,” Zehr said. Cora's eyes widened when she realized that no, he wasn’t just speaking, he was commanding, and she felt the breath whoosh from her lungs.
“Alpha…” Cora’s breath shuddered, voice pleading, but she stopped moving away from him.
“That’s my sweet omega. You’re so good to me.”
A happy thrill shot through Cora at his words. She could still sense the alpha tone just beneath the surface of Zehr’s sweet murmurings, but she didn’t care. She was obeying for her alpha, and damn, it felt good.
"Make your nest, sweets. Can you do that for me? Make a cozy place for you and me?"
"Yes, alpha." Cora bobbed her head, her hands already rushing to create the space. If her hands were occupied, then she was able to not think about the implication of what Zehr had said.
He was staying.
A glance at Zehr showed her that he was aware of his effect on her. A look of pure satisfaction suffused the alpha's expression, and he surprised her, rousing her slightly from her own heat haze when he lifted the pillows scattered on the bed in front of him and rubbed them against his wrists and neck, the major pulse points that would impart his scent. It was a touching gesture to an omega quickly being pulled under by her heat.
Zehr stripped off his shirt, and Cora felt her mouth go dry at the sight of the alpha’s toned and muscled physique. His blond hair was now free and hanging across his broad shoulders. Bold black lines of tattoos swirled across his sun-tanned skin, from the top of his left pec down and across the span of his sculpted abdomen. He reminded her of the ancient drawings inside the caves the brujas frequented during the full moon.
Beautiful.
Cora was possessed by the sudden urge to lick the lines of ink, but she held herself back. Barely.
“You should go," she said, fixing her eyes on her hands. She couldn't lick what she couldn't see, right? How she managed to get the words out, Cora didn’t know, but what she did know was if Zehr stayed she wasn’t exactly sure what her reaction would be. What she would say when she already wanted the alpha to push her down onto the bed and let her present for him.
Zehr tilted his head to the side. Glowing amber eyes moved over her, and before she could respond, he reached out and grazed his knuckles over her collarbone.
“That’s not what you need, is it, omega?” Once more his voice deepened to that commanding tone that had her body crying out for his touch. “Tell me what you need.”
“I just, I need...p-please.” She gasped at the single brush of his hand, and she reached for him hungrily.
“I’m sorry,” she groaned, nuzzling her face into his hand even as she clutched at it. It was so hard to think with him talking to her like that and making her sink into her haze at the speed of light. His effect was intoxicating, and there wasn’t an omega alive that could have resisted this alpha.
“Shh, little omega,” Zehr whispered, leaning toward her.
“I’m going to give you what you need. I promise.” His fingers skimmed the bottom of her tank top. “Let’s get you out of these clothes. They aren’t very comfortable. Are they, sweets?”
Cora almost wept with relief as he pulled the tank top off of her. “No.”
Zehr nuzzled her neck, big hands moving slowly down her sides, fingers burning a trail over her skin, and then he pulled her tank top up and off her.
She needed cock and teeth. She needed them now. And the alpha touching her was the one who was going to give them to her. Why was she fighting him when he could take away the pain and the want?
His lips trailed across the sensitive skin behind her ear, and he pressed a kiss there.
“I’m going to give you my knot. That’s what you need, isn’t it?”
