The air was thick, heavy with the scent of musk and something sweeter, something that made his head spin. His rut had come on like a storm, sudden and unrelenting, and now it consumed him entirely. Every breath he took was laced with the omega's scent—honeyed, intoxicating, his. The room felt too small, the walls pressing in as his instincts roared to life. He could feel the heat pooling low in his gut, his body thrumming with a need that was almost painful.
The omega lay beneath him, ash-blonde hair fanned out against the pillow like a halo. His green eyes were hazy, pupils blown wide with desire, and his lips parted as if waiting for a command. The alpha's hands trembled as they traced the omega's jawline, his touch rough but reverent. He couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the way the omega's body arched toward him, seeking more.
