Page 20 of A Mate for the King
“Okay.” It was all she could do not to howl in frustration.
Zehr opened his mouth to say more but a succinct knock at the tent’s entrance stopped him.
“That’s probably your clothes.” He ambled over to the opening and Cora reddened, seeing her alpha not in the least concerned with his nakedness. When he returned he held her clothes, all of which were neatly folded and curiously devoid of any scent.
“No one would have dared handle them without gloves,” Zehr said, taking in her questioning look. “Not with your heat and, well,” he waved a hand at himself, “I can be intimidating.”
Cora cracked a slight smile.
“I hadn’t noticed.” She moved to pull her tank top on but he caught her hands in his and pulled her toward him.
“Not so fast, little omega.” The look he leveled at her burned her through. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“I, ah, you’re not?”
Zehr shook his head, blond hair sliding across his shoulders and down his chest. He took a step toward her then and without meaning to Cora took a step back. The reaction made Zehr smile as he stalked forward.
“Don’t be nervous, sweets,” the alpha crooned as he backed her up against the bed. When her legs hit the mattress Cora fell backward with a squeak. A second later the big alpha had her pressed back into the mattress as he crowded her with a chuckle. He nosed at her neck, breath puffing warmly against her skin, teeth scraping her bond bite.
Cora leaned back on her elbows to look Zehr in the eyes. She licked her lips and let her eyes move slowly along the tattooed lines that covered his sculpted torso and arms.
But eyes landed on something unexpected.
Among all the reminders of power, status, and birthright, there was a stargazer lily depicted in delicate lines. She hesitated for a moment before reaching out to touch the least intimidating tattoo on the Alpha’s chest.
This would be safe.
It was the only marking on his chest that didn’t tell Cora that Zehr was her better.
“For the All-Mother,” Zehr explained when he noticed her attention on the tattoo. And then she remembered.
The flower stood for that first and most sacred of omegas, for her beauty, strength, and fertility, all qualities every shifter had been taught to honor. Until this moment, Cora had never cared for the flower. It had mocked her as a Moonwater omega, rather than inspired.
“It’s beautiful,” Cora nodded, her fingers still moving across her alpha’s skin. On a whim she darted forward and pressed her lips against the flower’s center, prompting a sigh from Zehr.
“Sweets,” he murmured, eyes closed, body leaning towards her. When she moved to kiss him again, he caught her chin in his hand and tipped her face up to his.
Then he surprised her when he knelt in front of her. She only caught on when he hooked her legs over his shoulders.
“Zehr!” she cried out when he lowered his golden head to her core and licked a slow wet line over her sensitive flesh. Cora’s hips moved to buck but her alpha caught them in his hands, fingers digging into her.
He wasn’t just licking, biting, or kissing her pussy. He was devouring it like a shifter possessed. She gasped when he added his fingers to his ministrations.
His pupils were dilated and he licked his lips clean of her slick. The sight only worked to further inflame Cora and she pulled the alpha forward with one leg.
Zehr moved like lightning and Cora moaned eagerly when he flipped her onto her stomach. Before she could even get her hands under her, Zehr yanked her up, pushing into her with one hard thrust.
For a moment neither of them moved, his hands painfully tight on her waist, his big body held taut like a drawn bow string as he breathed raggedly. Cora shuddered at the pleasure of being filled by Zehr, seated on his lap, her own frantically beating heart pounding in her ears.
“Please,” Cora whispered, voice cracking in the stillness of the room.
Her head lolled back against his shoulder and she felt the air in her lungs whoosh out when he drove his hips up and against her ass.
“Cora, Cora...”
His voice filled her ears. In Zehr’s mouth, her name was a prayer. He moaned, hips moving faster now and drew her even closer pressing her back against his front as he took her with increasing force.
She snaked a hand back and wound her fingers through his long blond hair, her fingernails dragging across his scalp in a way that made her ho, groan with pleasure. Then he leaned away, making her mewl with dissatisfaction. It was only a moment, as he turned her to face him and with a moan pushed her back onto his hard cock.
