Page 14 of Hunted By the Cartel

I smirked, my eyes darkening as I took another step closer. "Watch me," I said, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I always get what I want and, right now, this is everything I need."

His cheeks flushed, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking a way out. But deep down, again, I knew he wanted this, wanted me, just as much as I wanted him.

He was a person just like I was and had his needs. I could satisfy them, if he allowed me.

With hesitant movements, he shuffled over, making space for me in the bed. I climbed in, my eyes never leaving his face, and pulled him close, my arms wrapping around his slender frame. His body was warm and comforting.

He stiffened at first, his body tense, but slowly, he relaxed into my embrace, his breath evening out. Confirming what I already knew, this soothed his racing thoughts.

I held him close, my nose buried in his hair, inhaling his scent. I wanted to brand him as mine, to mark him so that everyone would know he belonged to me.

The feeling was new to me. More and more, I was beginning to think that he was always meant to be mine. Who would've thought that someone who owed money to the cartel was my fated mate?

Now, there was only one requirement left. Given how much our connection was growing, I was beginning to think that it would happen soon. Perhaps even sooner than I had expected.

But I held back, knowing that such an action would only complicate our already complex situation. After all, I wanted to take things slowly with him.

As I lay there, my body pressed against his, I felt his heart racing, his breath quickening. He wanted me, I could sense it, but his fear held him back. I had to do something about it, and I was. As long as he was with me, I would continue to help him.

I wanted to push him, to show him that giving in to our desires wasn't a weakness. He didn't have to fear me as much as he thought he had to. Under my watch, he was as safe as he could be. Not even the boss could touch him under that condition.

With gentle fingers, I stroked his chest, my touch feather-light as I traced patterns on his skin. I was doing this because of how much he wanted me. It wasn't even a question. If there was something I could tell well, it was if someone wanted me or not.

He shivered at my touch, his breath catching in his throat. "Relax, Rowan," I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. "Let me show you how good this can be. I know how much your body earns for it."

He nodded, his eyes closed as he surrendered to my touch. Finally, it was happening. He was giving himself completely to me.

My fingers trailed lower, my hand cupping his growing erection through the fabric of his pajama pants. He gasped, his hips bucking slightly as I squeezed gently. Calm down, I thought. I'm being careful with you.

"You like that, omega?" I murmured, my lips trailing down his neck, my teeth nipping at his sensitive skin. He squirmed, already answering my question without using words. "You want more? Tell me how much more you want."

He nodded again, his breath coming in short gasps as I stroked him through the fabric. With a gentle tug, I pulled his pants down, exposing his hardening cock. Despite the low lighting, it was a beautiful sight.

He whimpered, his hips thrusting involuntarily as I wrapped my hand around him. He could hardly resist me.

"You're so responsive," I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. "So eager for my touch. You want so much more."

I stroked him slowly, my thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-come that had gathered there. He moaned, his body arching into my touch, and I pressed my own erection against his backside, letting him feel my size, my need for him. He needed to be reassured about how much I wanted him. I didn't want to leave any room for doubt.

"You feel that, omega?" I growled, my lips trailing down his spine. "That's how much I want you. I want every part of your body."

He whimpered, his body trembling as I continued to stroke him, my touch firm and sure. "Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I-I need— I need all of you."

He said the magical words. That was exactly what I wanted to hear from him.

So, I quickened my pace, my hand moving faster, my thumb rubbing over the sensitive tip of his cock. "Come for me, Rowan," I growled, my lips pressing against his shoulder. "Let me feel you fall apart. I want nothing more than that."

His breath hitched, his body tensing as he teetered on the edge. He was close, so close. He was only thinking about the pleasure he was going to feel as his climax ripped through his body

"Diego," he moaned, panting a lot. "I-I can't hold on—"

With a final thrust of my hips, I pushed him over the edge, his body shaking as he came in my hand, his release coating my fingers. I growled, my own need intensifying as I felt his release. It was sticky and warm, just as I imagined it was.

I wanted to take him, to claim him fully, but I held back, saving the best for another moment. I wanted to savor Rowan as much as possible before I took him completely for myself.

I pulled him close, his spent body pressed against mine, and breathed in his scent, his taste still lingering on my lips. It was so uniquely his.

"Sleep, Rowan," I whispered, my lips brushing his hair. "A lot will happen tomorrow and I want you to be prepared."

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