Page 18 of Omega's Runaway Love
“Damn it!”he shouted, giving a cute little stamp of his foot to emphasize his frustration.
“I’m no photographer,” I called over the sound of the waves. “But if you tell me what you’re looking for, maybe I can help.”
“Would you? That would be amazing!”
I laughed. “Don’t expect professional results, but at least I’m pretty sure I can get you in frame.”
“Just do your best!” he replied. “My editor can work his magic if necessary.”
“Got it!”
I situated myself behind the camera, noting how he’d seemed to set up his angle. I fiddled with the tripod until I had him nicely in frame, then took a couple test shots to make sure nothing shifted. Finally I held a thumbs-up sign.
I wondered if the gorgeous omega was a model as he easily struck several poses with the ocean as the backdrop. But the way he moved seemed to focus more on the scenery than him.
Why would anybody want to look at the ocean, when there was such a stunning man in front of it?
After several minutes and probably a dozen or more photos, he finally started walking over. “Did you get anything good?”
I scrolled through the photos. Whether they were good or not was up for debate, but at least he was in frame. I shrugged. “You tell me.”
He laughed as the wind shifted, carrying that delightful sound away, then he froze, eyes widening.
I moved towards him. “Are you o…” The word died in my throat. “Ohhh,” I groaned when the breeze brought his scent right to me.
Mine.
My cock jumped to life, demanding that I carry this beautiful man—whose name I didn’t even know yet—to bed, and make love to him until I knotted and my seed took root inside him.
Down boy. Talk first, sex later.
Still, I couldn’t help my reaction as I gave him another, more appreciative look. My eyes traveled from the delicate features of the face that I couldn’t wait to gaze at every morning, down his smooth and slender torso, to a pair of designer trunks that sported a tent to match the one I currently had, to his legs, and back up to his blond hair.
I was the luckiest alpha alive, that such a gorgeous man was my fated mate.
“Are you…” he started. Then he tried again. “Is this real?”
I took several tentative steps closer, holding out my hands. Finally I was close enough to touch him, and I took his hands in mine. “You too?”
He nodded, eyes still wide with shock.
“I’m Cadence,” I said, bumping my thumbs over his knuckles.
“Isaiah,” he whispered. “But everybody calls me Zaya.”
“Zaya…” I repeated, loving the way his name sounded.
I stepped closer, allowing my hands to travel up his arms, to his smooth shoulders, and one to cup the side of his face.
Zaya turned his head, nuzzling into and kissing my palm, which sent shivers up my spine.
I knew fated mates were special, and that the spark was immediate and undeniable, but this… how was it possible to have such overwhelming emotion about a person I’d just met?
He moved into my embrace, burying his head against my chest and breathing deeply while I folded my arms around him.
Mine, this gorgeous omega was mine.
I ducked my head to sniff at his hair, and growled softly at his intoxicating scent.
