Page 20 of Capturing Their Omega

Mrs. Kaye was seriously delusional to think Leila was going to be my betrothed. I was just meeting the lady for the first time. She didn’t even satisfy my needs. So why was her mother calling her my betrothed so soon? It wasn’t like I had promised to wed her.

I needed a mate. But I couldn’t settle for the first, close-to-best option. I’d just have to keep searching.

I was too preoccupied with my thoughts. I didn’t sense it until it was so close to me. It was a scent so scrumptious that it hit me hard in the guts. It was the sweetest pheromones I had ever perceived in my life. They smelled like roses and cherry blossoms. They were stronger than the smell of the roses in the garden.

The smell immediately piqued my interest.

Where was it coming from?

On impulse, I turned around to see a woman staring at me with intense hunger in her faded blue eyes. They were so clear that they seemed transparent. It was like she was seeing into my soul. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders. I noticed some strands stuck to her clammy skin. I had this urge to pull them off.

She was pale and skinny. I feared I would break her if I held her close. She had full, sensual lips that called to be kissed.

Her attire was all black and unappealing. It hung on her body like a sack. I couldn’t tell what her body would look like under her clothes. But I had a strong urge to find out.

Even with her unappealing attire and sickly look, she was so beautiful. Above all, she emanated the best scent I had ever smelled. There was no way I could ignore the fire she was stirring up in me just by existing. Especially with the way she was hungrily looking at me.

This! This was what I had been looking for!

It was what I had expected when I met Leila Kaye the first time, but it didn’t happen. It was happening with someone else.

This strange, sickly woman was giving me everything I wanted just by breathing.

I had never felt the need to consume someone like this.

The feeling was so primal and raw.

I craved her.

Needed her.

Wanted to knot inside her beautiful self.

Wanted to sink my teeth into her and claim her.

In all of my thirty-one years alive, I had never experienced a need so strong.

My eyes glowed with hunger. I wasn’t surprised, nor did I hesitate when she attacked me, dragging me down to meet her mouth. She moaned as I kissed her lips and neck.

My hands wanted to feel her body. I let myself get lost in her. Her moans were so sweet and soft that they made me grow harder for her.

I had thought she would be bony, but she was actually curvy and slim in the right places. Her butt was soft as I caressed and fondled it.

She didn’t break in my hands like I thought she would. Instead, she melted into them.

In my chase for more of her, I tore open her clothes to place kisses on her breast. Her scent was so intoxicating. It drove me mad with need. When my mouth found her nipples, she gave a cry and pulled at my hair.

Oh! What joy!

She tasted as sweet as she smelled.

I had her balanced on my thighs while I groped her butt. My hand soon traveled down to her center.

She was soaking wet!

She was so wet, it was dripping all over our clothes. It was apparent that she was in her heat.

Did she know?

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