My Perfect Omega - Chapter 46

“No, no…”

Answering his own questions, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind that kept wandering. The sweet yet bitter scent seemed to cling to his lungs like a swarm of ants, making him want to reach inside and scratch. He exhaled sharply.

“Yes, that would be nice.”

Admiring Leila’s naked body sprawled beneath him with lustful eyes, he continued.

“Just like this, you could be my sanctuary. For a lifetime.”

Though they could never become a loving couple, he began to think that they could have a perfect relationship in many ways. Lucas finally understood why he had been so capricious with Leila.

He waved his hand in front of her face. He knew she couldn’t see him, but he still wanted to ask the fundamental question.

“Can you really not see?”

Despite being overwhelmed by her heat, Leila answered sincerely to such an obvious question.

“If I could see, I wouldn’t be wasting time like this…”

“Well…”

She might not realize it, but being able to see doesn’t necessarily prevent wasting time. People’s gazes, though invisible, held immense power. Couldn’t a mere glance kill a person? When malice is infused into it, its power expands greatly, and when filled with love, it might even save a life.

Regardless, she, unaffected by such things, reached out to him obediently, desperately wanting to touch him. Seeing her like this, he became aware of a feeling he had never experienced before.

Joy and desire.

He felt joy because she made him feel at ease, and a desire to make her his own.

Within that desire lay a deeper craving. An intense urge to color this pure, untouched omega, who knew no other alpha, with only his colors—a mix of possessiveness and lust that quickly overwhelmed him.

He hooked his fingers around his cravat, pulling it loose, and asked again, demanding an answer.

“Can you promise to be my sanctuary?”

He sought a promise from an omega who could barely think straight due to her heat cycle. Her misfortune had become his only refuge, something he could never afford to lose, ideally forever.

Leila, who instinctively knew she needed the alpha’s pheromones and firm member, realized that if she didn’t answer this question, he wouldn’t comply with her needs.

So, she extended her hand further and answered slowly.

“…Yes, I promise.”

Even though there were no signed documents or magical devices to record her voice, Lucas had a strong feeling that she would keep this promise.

Feeling reassured, he let a broad smile spread across his face and threw aside his cravat. At the same time, he released his pheromones.

Hoping to calm the omega’s heat beneath him, he began a pheromone shower.

***

“Ah, haa, ugh…”

“You’re so tight that it seems I won’t fit unless I stretch you out like this.”

Lucas muttered as he plunged his long fingers deep into her. Though it wasn’t grandly called lovemaking skills, every family heir received basic education on intimate matters.

Moreover, because alphas experienced rut cycles, they received more detailed s****l education than betas, including how to handle omegas without hurting them.

Perhaps it was this training that allowed him to endure the intense pheromones of a hyper-dominant omega, despite his member swelling and changing color as if it were about to burst. He meticulously took his time stretching her out.

Her fluids dripped from his fingers, running down to his wrist and even his elbow, but he gritted his teeth and endured.

“Hnng, ah…”

As his fingers moved roughly, producing wet, squelching sounds, her tender mucous membranes convulsed, releasing a rush of fluids. Noticing she was about to climax, he stopped his finger movements and grabbed her hips tightly, almost to the point of bursting, and asked,

“Leila, what are you supposed to say when you climax?”