Page 19 of The Alpha King's Mate

Ryan

I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep. Not after seeing how messed up my mate had been by those guys. I wanted to take them down—to destroy them. But even if I knew who they were and where to find them, my mate needed me here. It would have to wait.

As we snuggled in bed, I held him close, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. And when he told me he loved me—I’d never felt more complete. King loved me. Me, out of all the people in this world.

I did fall asleep, but I didn’t stay that way, waking to the comforting scent of my mate, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close.

I woke to the comforting scent of my alpha, King. His strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe, his hard cock pressed against my ass telling me that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. His warm breath tickled my neck, my body responding as my dick hardened and slick pooled at my entrance. This wasn’t good. We were to be sleeping. He needed his sleep, not some horny omega pressed against his body.

His powerful scent enveloped me, a heady mixture of pine and musk that only added to my neediness. I listened to the sounds of his breaths, counting them as a way of trying to distract myself from my current state of arousal and failing miserably.

King stirred, and he snuggled in closer, his arm tightening around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. There was no denying he felt it too, his thick hardness now firmly against me.

The heat of his skin seeped into me, igniting a slow burn of desire in my core.

“Ryan,” he murmured, his voice filled with a combination of sleep and worry. “You’re not asleep. Everything okay?”

I rolled over so I could look at him, nodding, not trusting my voice to give away the desire overpowering me.

King’s hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “You sure?”

I leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his palm against my skin. “I’m fine,” I whispered. “Just…adjusting. To us. To this…to you know…” I was officially sucking at communication.

Understanding dawned in King’s eyes. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “And you thought I needed to heal so you wouldn’t bother me about it?”

“Something like that.” Said out loud it was ridiculous. Or maybe it wasn’t. My brain wasn’t exactly working at the moment.

I burrowed closer, inhaling his scent. “Is that okay?”

“I’m glad you were worried about me, but in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m feeling very similar.”

“I know. You aren’t exactly small.”

“My guess is that I’m the perfect size for you.” His arm tightened around me, pulling me flush against his body. I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mime, the heat of his skin warming my own. His hardness pressed against my own.

Our lips met in a sweet, tentative kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration. But as King’s hand tangled in my hair, the kiss deepened, becoming more heated. My fingers trailed down his chest, mapping the contours of his muscles. King’s hand slid down my back, pulling me even closer as our kisses grew more passionate, more desperate.

My breath caught in my throat, and I gasped as King’s strong fingers caressed my hardened length. It was all I could do not to come with that simple touch; his hands on me felt that good.

I reached down and found his cock, teasing the tip gently and then wrapping my fingers around him as best I could. He was hot and hard in my hand, throbbing with need that matched my own.

“More,” I begged.

“Ryan, gods, you have no idea how badly I want you.”

Only I did. His need matched my own. His hand slid between my legs, his fingers teasing my entrance.

“You’re so slick for me.” He circled my entrance again, so close and yet so far from where I wanted his fingers.

I arched into his touch, desperate for more. “Please,” I begged, jerking him with my hand. It was so much while at the same time not being enough. “I need you inside me, King. Now.”

His eyes darkened. “Anything for you, my love.”

He shifted our positions, placing a pillow under my hips before pushing my legs up and to my chest, exposing my entrance to him. I waited for embarrassment to settle in, but none did. This wasn’t just anyone; this was King, and he didn’t just like what he saw—he fucking loved it.

King lined himself up with my needy hole, the head of his cock pressing against me seeking entrance, but not yet taking it. “Ready?”

“Oh gods, yes. Please, King. I need you inside me.”

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