118 Days To Seduce My Omega Mate

"You drive me insane, Carla!" He groaned, hoisting me on the desk. His lips brushed my jaw and my breath quickened when he slipped his fingers underneath my red dress.

"Fuck, you are not wearing panties," He grunted, gripping my thighs possessively. I was filled with an unnerving amount of neediness and I had my fingers working on his belt in no time.

"God, just fuck me already." I moaned, peering at him beneath my lashes. He muttered profanities under his breath, lifted me a little and plunged into me swiftly.

"Fuck," I moaned, wrapping my legs around him to get more of what he was offering as he pounded into me, burying his head into my neck.

"Mine!" He growled into my neck.

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Carla Jason and Dawson Walcott were the definitions of opposite attracts. Where Carla was a spitfire-blunt, sassy, confident and not ladylike, Dawson was the typical ruthless fuck-boy, who chased after anything in a skirt. All his life, he has always hoped to meet his mate at his Coronation ceremony of being the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, which was coming up in a few days but fate had other plans in store.

Carla had walked in on him fucking another omega and Carla wasn't just a random omega to him. She never was. She was the omega he had always been in love with. Worse, she turned out to be his mate. Dawson knew how difficult it would be to make her his, given his history and what she found out about him on the day he realised she was his mate.

The complications weren't about to stop Dawson from claiming what was his before her twentieth birthday but was Carla going to allow herself to be vulnerable with a playboy?