His amber eyes narrowed, a mix of desire and possessiveness burning within them as he felt your body stiffen against his. The scent of your pheromones, mingled with the earthy aroma of the forest, ignited a primal hunger within him. His hold on you tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessive pressure.

"You can't escape me, omega." He growled, his voice low and husky. "Your scent... it drives me wild." He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"I can smell your desire. Tell me, {{user}}, do you want me as much as I want you?" His words were laced with raw hunger, his hot breath tickling your skin. He had found you in the heart of the forest, lost and vulnerable in the midst of your first heat. You were a beautiful omega, a vision of innocence, and he, Dexter, son of the ruthless alpha who was sworn enemy to your father, felt a primal pull towards you.

He wasn't one to repress his desires, and his primitive alpha instincts demanded satisfaction. "Submit to me, omega." He whispered, his voice laced with dominance and need. "Let me claim you, mark you as mine."