Page 53 of The Alpha King's Mate

Deep laughter surrounded us. Dark. Manic. It seemed to come from the walls themselves.

Malakh.

My head snapped back over my shoulder.

His lips were curled to one side, revealing long incisors that gleamed in the low light.

Zira reacted.

My hand swiped, and three red stripes bloomed across his abdomen.

He pushed my face into the pillows, and I grunted, taken aback by the speed—no warning, no sound, just motion faster than thought.

His cock parted me. The head slid in, and I clutched at him uncontrollably, trying to draw him deeper. My whimpers muffled themselves in the torn pillows, the fabric damp against my cheek.

A hand pressed against my shoulder, heavy and possessive.

“Mine,” the voice snarled—rougher now, edged with something not quite human.

With a single brutal thrust, he tore into me.

The relief was so great I reached for his wolf, the connection sparking bright and immediate, like touching a live wire.

Yours.

Chapter 26

Sorin

Her answer echoed in my mind.

A single word.

Our bond was complete, my chest full of my mate, even as the burn from her swipe filled me with pride.

I released her shoulder to move back and watch. My hands had lengthened, hair sprouting coarse along my forearms, claws clutching her fleshy buttocks. Her cunt was spread open, clinging to me, and I groaned at the glistening folds around me.

There was only our mate and the rut.

What I was created for.

My sole purpose.

Fill her belly, Malakh growled impatiently.Stuff that knot in. Do it now.

My hips and hands moved so fast that her head dragged across the pillows and mattress. Each time I plunged into her, I felt how much she revelled in it.

Pain. Pleasure. Relief.

All of it rolled into one.

I rode her hard and fast until I moved over her, gripping her belly with one hand and bracing the other on the bed.

Deeper.

Harder.

Slap. Slap. Slap.