Page 18 of Capturing Their Omega

I salivate as he turns to face me. My eyes are unfocused, but I can see him. He stands tall and watches me with beautiful black eyes that glint with a raw desire that matches mine. He has striking, sexy features that would easily attract any woman to him. His silky black hair is cut short, but it’s long enough for me to run my hands through it. He is the hottest man I have ever seen.

He exudes raw power. There is no denying that he is an Alpha—a powerful Alpha.

My body tingles with pleasure at the sight of him. He watches me closely, as if I am something his imagination conjured up. I feel wetness form between my thighs when he bites his lips sensually. A purr escapes my lips.

What is that? Where did that come from?

Why am I getting these feelings? Why do I want to tear his clothes apart and lick his skin?

A sharp pain strikes my stomach. I groan in pain but hold my own. There is a nudging inside of me. It seems primal. It seeks some sort of release that I can't comprehend.

My needs are getting feral. I huff in pain.

I need him.

I don't know how, but I feel like he would make the pains go away and satisfy my needs. So, without thinking, I give into myanimalistic urge and launch myself at him. I grab his shirt and pull him down to me. When his mouth meets mine, it feels like a high from a lethal drug. I drink from him like a hungry vampire.

For someone who has not kissed before, I am making out like a pro. I am kissing a strange man like my life depends on it.

Big, strong hands grab my butt and press me closer to him. I moan, enjoying the sensation he is causing in my body. I melt into him, running my hands all over his upper body. His muscled structure turns me on more as I press myself into him. I want to be lost in him.

A satisfying groan fills my ears as his kisses trail down my neck. His hand is under my T-shirt in seconds and he plays with my cleavage. He sniffs and kisses around it. I don’t even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed by the fact that he can see my very unsexy bra. He doesn’t seem to care, either. His hot breath on my skin tingles and fills my brain with sexual chemicals.

When his mouth finally finds my nipple, I lose what is left of my senses. I rip his shirt open and run my hand down his beautiful chest. His heart is beating as hard as mine. We are in this together. The realization gratifies me more than I would have imagined.

As he sucks on one nipple, he fondles the other breast like an expert, while his other hand caresses and squeezes my butt.

This man is driving me crazy.

We grind into each other, needing and yearning for more. Everywhere his hands or mouth touches feels like fire. I am willing to be consumed by it.

In that moment with him, I had long forgotten the pain and discomfort I had experienced earlier on. It is blotted out by the feelings this man is instilling in me.

He kisses me again and I melt into his hands, surrendering myself to his touch. I let him lead the kiss because I want to empower him in that moment. I want him to know that he can take whatever he wants from me, and I will give it to him on a platter of gold.

I have never felt more alive in my entire life. I writhe on his knee that he shoved in between my legs, grinding myself against him with no inhibitions as he moans into my mouth.

It feels like we have been kissing for a long time. Our breath mingles, the air filled with the scent of honey and spice, arms wrapped tightly around each other, like lovers who finally have the chance to touch each other again.

We kiss with desire and urgency, like we’re desperate for each other. It is surreal. I swirl my tongue against his in my mouth, feeling the sensation of the prickle of his cropped beard against my face. Then I feel the friction of his tongue against mine as I desperately inhale his scent like an animal.

I am on the verge of tearing off his shirt completely when a crash sends me falling out of my sexual trance state.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" A furious scream cuts through my foggy mind.

I push away from the man to see Leila Kaye standing there, looking at me with daggers in her eyes.

Chapter Six

Ares

Leila Kaye’s shrill scream still rings in my ears as she stands there angrily, with scattered teacups and their contents spilled at her feet.

She tightly holds onto a tray and furiously glares at the girl I was kissing. A girl I didn't know existed until some minutes ago.

How the fuck did I get myself in this situation?

My intentions were pure and planned. I was to come to see Kaye’s girl and determine if she the right Omega for me, not make out with a strange girl.

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