My Perfect Omega - Chapter 2

As if urging her to climax with relentless thrusting, Leila’s waist bucked up. She wanted to close her thighs to make him stop, but it was impossible with him firmly positioned between her legs.

Lucas targeted her most sensitive spots with the tips of his fingers, rubbing them furiously. The inner walls tightened around him. Feeling Leila’s body writhing, he released the cl-toris he had been rolling in his mouth and lifted his face.

“Haah, your p-ssy’s nectar has made a mess of my face.”

With a low voice, he teased, slowly lifting his torso like a leopard silently moving before a hunt. Unlike Leila, who was dripping pheromones with all sorts of sounds, he did not expose anything.

No, had she seen his face, she might have realized she was about to be devoured. Regrettably, Leila did not see his face. Or, to be precise, she couldn’t. She was unaware that he was licking off her fluids smeared on his face.

“Ahhh!”

Before her widened entrance could return to its original form, his er-ction, hard beyond measure, penetrated her to the deepest part in one swift move. She forgot to breathe, arching her waist like a bow.

Gripping her floating slender waist tightly with both hands, he pulled out just enough for the tip to catch on the grooves of her entrance before—smack!—thrusting his hips forward powerfully. She trembled violently, feeling as if she had been pierced by a harpoon. A sharp, dizzying pleasure ran vividly up her spine.

Unable to make a sound, her mouth merely fluttered as Lucas looked down at her with a haughty gaze, letting out a small moan before he started to thrust hard. Her entrance, already stretched to accommodate his manhood from their numerous encounters, flexibly took him in and yet clamped down the moment he tried to pull back out.

It was yet another reason he found himself addicted to her, despite how many times they had been together. Contrary to her innocent face, her p-ssy was truly lewd. And what about the pheromones leaking out every time they fvcked?

Her uncontainable state of pheromones only stimulated him further. He thoroughly enjoyed seeing Leila disarmed in front of him. Each time he thrust his c-ck to the hilt, the sound of their wet flesh slapping echoed.

“Ahhh, s-stop, please!”

Looking down at her flailing arms as if searching for him, Lucas savored the view a bit longer before leaning down as if to grant her a favor. Leila wrapped her arms around his firm neck, clinging to him.

The pleasure, still unfamiliar, took over her body, initially delightful but eventually becoming frightening. Feeling isolated was nothing new to her, but why did it scare her so much now?

She dug her nails into his smooth back, wrapping her legs around his waist as if she would never let go. Lucas, rather pleased by this, silently smirked and asked in a languid voice,

“Did you want to rub n*****s?”

“N-No, don’t…”

Touching the side of her b****t, flattened under his chest, he teased her flushed earlobe with his tongue and whispered,

“Really? Then, may I lift my upper body?”

“Ah…”

Leila reached out for him as he easily slipped from her arms, but she could never reach him because he deliberately avoided her touch.

He lifted her legs onto his arms, releasing all his contained pheromones at once. The pheromones of a hyper-dominant alpha rained down on her.

No matter how much he poured his pheromones into her, she was a hyper-dominant omega herself, so his pheromones did not last long on her. Disappointed, he started a pheromone shower on her, who was still not fully conscious.

Her eyes, wide open, became languidly relaxed. Holding her limp body tightly, he stared down at Leila, who was helplessly shaking beneath him, with fierce eyes.

“You say you’re defective, but what if I told you I also like that you’re blind?”

Leila, soaked in the whirlpool of pleasure, slowly blinked at his words, thinking he was teasing her maliciously, completely unaware of his sincerity.

Lucas, realizing everything from her expression, thoroughly scanned Leila, who was wildly shaking her b*****s.

There wasn’t a single thing about her from head to toe that he didn’t like.

Even though he was right in front of her, she was the woman who couldn’t reach him on her own unless he reached out.

Even when everyone else looked at him, Leila, who uniquely couldn’t see him, caught his gaze as he thrust his hips heavily from top to bottom.

The more he thought about it, the more he liked her.

Leila von Este.

Like someone walking through the black night without a lantern, unable to see in front of her, she was truly the perfect omega sent by the gods just for him.