Page 45 of The Alpha King's Mate

We were suddenly lifted into the air, and Sorin strode across the room with the fixation of a beast who had only one purpose.His arm curled around my back as he climbed onto the bed with me wrapped around him. He laid me down, then moved back.

His fingers worked deftly at his shirt, baring his broad chest—but my eyes dipped lower. To the silver belt buckle.

Lower.

The outline of what lay beneath.

Swollen.

The material stretched to its limit.

My eyes closed, and I moaned. With my eyes shut, his scent filled me completely. It wasn’t his usual scent—this was magnified. A concentrated dose of leather, cedarwood, and smoke. I wanted to taste all of it.

I heard the buckle, and my eyes snapped open.

“My mate,” he said, breath ragged.

All I could see was taut muscle and a perfect navel.

The zipper came down. The trousers followed. He rose above me and removed the rest.

There it was. Tall and proud, oozing from the tip to coat his piercing.

A single barbell cut through the head, a ball on either side. Ember had spilled the gossip once—custom-made, due to his girth. He carried it around like a damn weapon.

I stared at him, straight into his eyes.

I wasn’t afraid. I was ready.

He dropped to his knees, moving over me. Fingers tugged at my straps, and his lips trailed a path from my neck to my chest.

Soft. Slow.

Until his lips reached my breast.

His hot mouth closed over my nipple, and he sucked—hard.

Sensations I’d never felt rippled through my core, dipping lower until the ache throbbed and radiated outward. As if he knew exactly what I needed, his fingers slipped beneath the lace until he found the slick heat between my thighs.

I gripped his shoulders, tense, hard muscle beneath my fingers that never wavered. His fingers moved in small circles, massaging my entrance—but never entering.

“Yes,” I gasped, my hips rising to meet his touch.

His tongue swirled around my nipple before he sucked again—softer this time. A finger teased my entrance, circling as if testing me.

“Alpha,” I whispered, inhaling him in deep before releasing a ragged breath.

The lace dug into my flesh, and then I heard fabric tearing. It floated in the air before vanishing from sight. He shifted downward, past my belly, and I glanced at his head.

My lopsided bush was gone.

I’d gone for shaving it all off rather than the designer-trimmed version I’d originally had in mind.

“Hmm,” he hummed, then sniffed me.

His tongue slipped out, licking his lips, before he pushed his hands beneath me and lifted me up like a snack.

My fingers clung to strands of his hair as his tongue pushed inside, tasting, stretching, licking. I pressed my thighs open, wanting all of him, and he moaned into me until I felt his entire mouth—lips, tongue, teeth. He went berserk, snarling as he ruined me.