Page 22 of Hunted By the Cartel

"That's it, beautiful," he whispered. "Show me how much you want this. Show me how much you want my cock."

I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his dick as I tasted him. I was doing more than that, to be honest. I was pleasuring him as much as possible.

Diego groaned, his hands tightening in my hair as I took him deeper. I didn't hold back. When he was loving me, he didn't do that, so it was only fair I did the same.

"Fuck, Rowan," he breathed, his hips thrusting slightly as he encouraged me to take more of him. The encouragement wasn't necessary, but it was still nice. "You have no idea how good that feels. Too good, I should say. It's so good I never thought I would feel this way."

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deeper as I listened to the needy sounds he was making. They spurred me on, encouraging me to be bolder.

I wanted to please him, to show him that I could be what he needed, even if it was just for this moment. We went from hating each other to needing one another. I didn't think I would ever feel this way about someone from the cartel.

Diego's hands tightened in my hair, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he began to thrust into my mouth. He gave me some time to adjust my mouth to his size, but it wasn't enough. It hurt.

I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper as I moaned softly around him. As much as I was trying my best, though, I wondered if I would ever reach a point when I would be able to pleasure him without feeling pain.

"That's it, omega," he growled, his voice echoing his desire for me. "Take all of me. Don't leave a single inch dry."

I did as he commanded, my hands stroking his thighs as I took him deeper still. His legs were thick and muscular, just the way I liked them.

Diego was heavy and hard, and I could taste the saltiness of his pre-come as I swirled my tongue around him. It mixed with my saliva, creating an addictive combination.

"You're so good at that," he groaned, his hips stuttering as he struggled to maintain control. I knew he was getting close to shooting his load into my mouth, and my heart was already speeding up just thinking about that. "I'm not going to last much longer. I can't. "

I hummed in response, my eyes fluttering closed as I focused on the task at hand. I wanted to taste him, to feel him losing control in my mouth.

With a sharp cry, Diego came, his milk spilling down my throat. The taste was so him.

I swallowed, my eyes fluttering open as I met his gaze. He looked wild, his eyes burning with a blend of desire and something else — something that sent a thrill through me.

Given the way he was staring at me, I knew he wasn't satisfied with just this. He wanted more. He wanted to do it in a better place than this one.

"Fuck, Rowan," he breathed, his hands gentle as he urged me to stand. "That was—"

"More than we thought it was going to be," I finished for him, my voice soft as I reached up to trace the contours of his face. "But now I want something from you. There's something important I need to tell you."

Diego's eyes darkened, a possessive gleam entering their depths. "Anything," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. "Name it, and it's yours. I can do anything for you."

I took a steadying breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want you to knot me," I whispered, my eyes never leaving his. I couldn't have said that while looking somewhere else. "I want to feel you inside me, claiming me as yours."

Diego's eyes widened for a moment, a combination of surprise and desire flashing across his face. He hadn't thought I would say something like that so soon.

But then, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. He got used to new information quickly.

"As you wish, omega," he whispered, his voice dripping with his need for me. "But first, I need to prepare you. We don't need to rush it."

Chapter 12

Diego

It had been a while since we'd escaped the safe house, and I was still reeling from the realization that he was my fated mate. I just couldn't stop thinking about that. Could anybody fault me for obsessing over such a realization?

I'd always thought I would know immediately, but with Rowan, it had been different. It had started as a slow burn, an obsession that had grown into something more. Before I could do anything about the turn of events, it was already too late. I was already wrapped around his finger.

And now, here we were, hiding out in the forest, and I couldn't deny my feelings. They simmered within me.

"Diego," Rowan whispered, his eyes shining with equal parts desire and uncertainty. "Are you okay? You seem distracted. It looks like you are thinking about something important."

I snapped out of my reverie, meeting his gaze. "I'm fine," I lied, my voice gruff. "Just thinking about our next move. We have to stay one step ahead of them."

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