I would have my hands on her and soon, but I would bide my time until I understood her better before I took her for myself.
She was an omega and I was an alpha. I was a predator and she my prey. It was in my nature to take an omega for myself.
Simply by being in my presence, her body would react to mine, eventually forcing her into estrous if the time was right.
She'd beg me for my cock and the relief that only an alpha's knot would bring her. Her legs would drip with slick, preparing her body for the rough mating that she was meant to take.
It was instinct and when I was ready, I would bond her to me for the rest of our lives, linking us together forever as one.
She was a beautiful little thing with a figure that spoke to her omega status. She was small and slender, but I knew she was strong.
I would tower over her with ease at well over six and a half feet. I was also at least double her size, if not more than that.
