Page 17 of A Mate for the King
She turned her face back to look at him with a whimper, to see that he was looking down at her with an expression that seemed uncertain.
It was like a knife in her heart, and she wanted to howl in frustration. An alpha as dominant as this wasn’t used to be challenged by omegas. She had been testing him with her eagerness, and now she scrambled to fix her alpha’s hesitation.
Tilting her neck to the side and sliding her long dark hair out of the way, she said the one thing she knew would bring him back to the present.
“Zehr...”
He took in a deep breath through his mouth, his muscular chest expanding. “Mine,” he said, his voice gruff and low as he began to move in earnest.
His thrusts were no longer slow or steady but hard, moving her body up the bed slightly. He took hold of her long hair and fisted it, forcing her neck back until it ached, then he moved forward, holding himself up with one hand as he continued to hold her still, all the while fucking her faster and deeper.
He shifted forward, a muscular forearm filling the panting omega’s vision for a moment before her alpha tipped his head down and looked at her, blond hair wildly falling across his forehead as his almost glowing amber eyes moved over her face.
A keening sound of pleasure escaped the omega as her alpha thrust harder, the movement forcing her body up inch after delicious inch, as he continued to stare into her eyes.
The omega lowered her eyes in submission, fully accepting him, and only then did he shift ever so slightly, his nose against her neck.
Yes, she was his, and he would fill her with his seed. Put pups in her belly and make sure no other alpha dared touch her.
She was his, and no one, including her, would forget that after he bonded her.
He trailed his teeth over the top of her ear, across her shoulder and, finally, down to the spot just above her collarbone, where her neck and shoulder met. The place where the bonding bite would take best.
The knot that had been deliciously stretching her reached its climax and her alpha closed those few centimeters that had separated his teeth from her flesh and finally, blessedly, bit down.
She cried out when his teeth broke the skin, and a growl went through him as he ground himself against her hips, his knot swollen to capacity. His large hands tightened on her skin to the point of bruising, but the omega relished the feeling. She would be glad for the reminder after her heat was finished.
He was her alpha. And she was his omega.
It was that simple.
