Page 15 of A Mate for the King
“Alpha,” she breathed, fingers reaching and combing through his long blond hair. Leaning close, she buried her nose in his hair and breathed deep, the protective scent calming her somewhat while the alpha worked her jeans off. She frowned at the rough material and let her legs fall open once the jeans were gone.
Pushing her hips forward she ground them against the chiseled abs of the alpha now leaning into her. A moment later he pushed her back on the bed and crowded into her, his heavy weight on her body granting her a measure of comfort. She whimpered when the material of Zehr’s jeans brushed against her sensitized skin. Hooking her fingers into his jeans, Cora lifted her face and gave him a plaintive look.
He only drew away to free himself from his jeans and when he came back to her Cora let out a happy sigh. She wound her arms around his neck but winced when her shoulder flared in pain. Instantly, her alpha was there and moving her hand away gently as he slowly worked at redressing the wound.
Cora whined at the delay in having her alpha’s hands in more erogenous areas, but a warning growl from Zehr had her quieting.
“Hush, sweets. Just one more thing to do before I get to taste you.” Zehr leaned close, his lips claiming hers in a searing kiss, all lips, teeth, and sweet moans which her alpha thoroughly devoured. She forced herself to be patient.
She knew her alpha would reward her, would give her exactly what she needed, so she sat as still as she could be, and blessedly the alpha pulled her close once more.
If she was just a little more patient, she knew he’d give her the biggest reward of all.
His knot.
