Page 21 of A Mate for the King
She gasped, feeling the stirrings of her magic blossoming in her chest, filling up that space by her heart with warmth and energy.
Faster and faster they moved together, the familiar swell of his knot making her cry out in anticipation. The cracking blue light appeared at the tips of her fingers, fanning out from her hands and licking a path her tongue longed to travel across Zehr’s skin. The alpha’s eyes dropped down in shock to the blue electricity that crackled between them.
“Trust me,” Cora whispered. When her mate didn’t answer immediately she cradled his face in her hands and leaned her forehead against his.
“Trust me?” she tried again, putting every drop of what she felt for her new alpha into her plea. He had to trust her.
She would never let her magic harm him.
She held her breath as Zehr continued to watch the blue move over their skin. She wanted to beg him to say yes, but she wouldn’t. This had to be a decision he came to himself.
“I trust you,” he said, eyes soft. The alpha returned her smile and crushed her to him as they chased their pleasure, moving faster and faster until he tipped his head to the side, all of that sun-spun hair sliding out of the way, and said, “Give me your teeth.”
Cora lost her sense of rhythm and stared at him in shock. “What?”
“Give me your teeth,” Zehr repeated, his amber eyes glowing in the blue light of her magic, fixed on hers.
“Mark me.” He thrust up into her, seeing her uncertainty, and kissed her, gentler this time. “It’s custom, sweets.”
“I...where? With who?” Cora breathed. There was a fire in her belly that flared to life at the thought of marking Zehr, and she didn’t understand it at all.
“In my clan, it is.”
That explained it.
“I don’t know how,” Cora admitted. She was scared to do it wrong. She was scared of what shifters would say that she, a half-breed, magic-spinning trash omega, had marked their king.
“Give me your teeth.” Zehr’s voice was full of command, something she only realized as she moved forward by compulsion that he had done to give her the instincts ofwhatto do.
She could feel his knot swelling, could feel him preparing to flood her with his seed. Maybe even fill her with his pups. A thrill went through her at the thought of carrying their offspring and on the high of it she lowered her head and bit down until her teeth broke Zehr’s skin. He came the moment she did so, and the electric current of Cora’s magic hummed around them, filling the tent with a bright flash of blue light.
Cora withdrew, dazed, and looked at her handiwork. The bite was clean, well-formed, and she laved it with her tongue. A spark of her magic leaped between them, its blue color glowing bright as the sun on the bite mark before it vanished.
Finally, with her alpha’s knot deep in her, Cora collapsed against his chest and rested.
She was safe. Content. She hadn’t felt those things for quite some time, and after so long on her own, she welcomed the respite.
If her magic trusted Zehr, then she could extend the same courtesy to him. It was, after all, the only thing she had left connecting her to her mother and it had never steered her wrong.
She breathed deeply and snuggled closer to Zehr. This was what she had craved upon waking from her first heat as his mate, and she was, for the first time in a long time, truly happy.
