An omega could never resist the advances of an Alpha. Their bodies would turn ready immediately and the same happened to Melissa.
Her resistance faded and her hands rested on his broad, toned shoulders. Melissa was supposed to not give in to his attempts, but here she was–Allowing him to have her.
Radulf trailed kisses up her neck to her jawline and stopped at her lips. His thumb traced them, and she opened her eyes.
"Make a choice: Do you want this to continue or do you wish to stop?" Radulf asked. "Your pheromones have increased. You are turned on and want me," he murmured, his thumb stopping at the edges of her lips.
'Get a hold on yourself,' Melissa told herself. 'But I want him...' she thought and shook her head.
"We need to stop," Melissa said and averted her gaze from him.
"Alright. Then, kiss me and quietly move out," Radulf smirked.
"That's your demand?"
"Hmm."