HER FATED MATE IS AN OMEGA

For a second, time stopped. Elara's mind went completely blank. She wasn't thinking, control gone, just impact mixed with heat and shock. 

His lips were hot, burning against hers like he was trying to anchor himself, like she was the only thing keeping him from completely losing it. 

"Please Elara...save me..." He murmured into her mouth, his hands suddenly beginning to leave their position on her waist, trailing over her back, sparks and ignition flying everywhere across her skin, dragging upward over the silk of her dress, leaving a trail of static electricity in their wake.

And for that dangerous second, she melted into her want, her lips suddenly moving against her will, grinding against his, flaring their senses. Her heart was beating out of proportion. 

Her fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck to tilt his head back. She let her lips slide from his mouth, tracing the hard line of his jaw until she found the pulse point in his neck. It was hammering, a frantic rhythm that matched her own. She pressed her face there, inhaling the raw, unmasked scent of his distress. 

"Ugh...there right there..." he whispered, his head falling back against the pillow. She sucked his neck, loving the scent, loving the way her heart jumped at each suck...she placed her palms on his hard bulky chest, rubbing gently against the hard nipples before she pulled down and let her tongue whip around one nipple.

"Augh...Elara!" Silas let out a wrecked moan, gripping the sheets, his eyes closing.

The sound of his voice, raw, broken, and desperate, sent a fresh wave of heat through Elara's veins. It wasn't just the physical reaction; it was the power of it. To hear Silas reduced to a panting, trembling mess under her touch was a drug she hadn't known she was craving.

She didn't stop. Her tongue flicked across the peak of his nipple again, slower this time, savoring the way his entire body jolted beneath her. She could feel the heavy thud of his heart against her palms, a wild rhythm that mirrored the storm breaking inside her.

"Is this what you wanted?" she murmured against his heated skin. 

Silas couldn't answer with words. His breath was coming in jagged hitches, his head thrashing slightly against the pillow as he fought for air that was saturated with her scent. His hands finally broke their grip on the sheets, reaching for her. They didn't go for her waist this time; they slid lower, his large palms cupping the silk-covered curve of her glutes.

He squeezed, his fingers digging in with a possessive, grounding strength that pulled her flush against the hard ache of his thighs. The friction was a revelation. Even through the layers of her gown, the contact was electric, a spark that traveled straight to the junction of her legs.

"Elara... please," he gasped,  "I can't... I can't breathe without you."

He surged upward, driven by a sudden, primal need to reclaim her mouth. He didn't wait for her permission. His lips crashed into hers again, messy and fevered, his tongue seeking hers with a starved intensity. 

As they kissed, Silas's hands moved with a newfound urgency. He didn't have the patience for the intricate boning of her dress or the delicate silk ties. His frustration peaked as he felt the barrier between his skin and hers. With a low, guttural sound of effort, his fingers hooked into the neckline of her corset.

Rip.

The sound of tearing silk was loud in the quiet room, a sharp punctuation to their heavy breathing. The bodice gave way, falling open to reveal her breasts to the dim, amber light. For a heartbeat, Silas froze, his eyes wide and glazed with a mixture of reverence and raw hunger.

"You're... perfect," he whispered, his voice trembling.

He didn't give her a chance to respond. He leaned in, his mouth seeking one dark, aching peak. He didn't just touch her; he feasted, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles before his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

"Uhhh..." Elara threw her head back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as a loud, uninhibited moan broke from her throat. It was the sound of her control finally snapping, the last of her reservations burning away in the furnace of his heat.

"More," she hissed, her Alpha nature finally taking the reins. "Don't you dare stop, Silas."

He didn't stop, there was no way he was going to stop, every bit of Elara plus his scent was melting him further, driving him saner.

He crawled down to the center of her legs, where the pheromones smelled stronger, where her heat and horniness mixed lured him in. 

Elara spread her legs apart for him, watching him as he lay on his stomach, his mouth to her center, and then delved, his tongue hitting against her raw flesh. 

"Ugh..." She moaned loudly, new sparks of pleasure spreading over her skin. 

The sound of her own voice should have bruised her pride but it didn't. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Silas's hair as he continued to suck her, knead her before pushing his fingers in. 

He crouched lower, and as he moved, the scent from his back began to leak out, thick and heavy. It was floral, like crushed lilies and sun-warmed honey, a cloying sweetness that spoiled her senses even further. It was the unmistakable mark of an Omega in peak heat, and it triggered something primal in her Alpha biology.

Driven by a sudden, frantic curiosity, Elara tore him away from her lap. She gripped his shoulders and turned him around, forcing him to present himself to her. She leaned in, inhaling the warm, concentrated scent of his behind. As he shifted, she heard the faint, screeching sound of his hole as it stretched under the pressure of his heat and then pulled back to its original size, elastic and primed.

She was more dumbfounded than riled up in that moment.

Elara had truly never seen a male Omega before, let alone witnessed how their bodies transformed when they were in heat. The way his skin seemed to pulse, the sheer physical readiness of him, was a biological marvel she wasn't prepared for.

Twelve years ago didn't even show this side of him. 

Her hand reached out, trembling slightly, to touch the flushed, tight skin of his hole. The moment her fingertips made contact, Silas winced, his entire frame shuddering violently. He let out a broken whimper, his muscles twitching under her touch as if the mere brush of her hand was an electric shock.

"You..." Her voice seized, the words dying in her throat..