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Every touch sent shivers cascading through my body, igniting flames burning hotter still. Need built steadily inside me, clamoring for release. Breaking apart for a brief moment, Mateo guided me backward until my legs bumped against the edge of the bed. He urged me down onto the mattress below, and his eyes blinked with lust for me.

Positioning himself above me, he resumed kissing me, his tongue delving deeply between my parted lips. He wasn't even giving me time to breathe, which was a good thing. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Meanwhile, his fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive skin already slick with desire. Despite my best efforts to hold back, soft moans escaped my throat, encouraging him to continue.

When neither of us could bear the delay any longer, he shifted slightly, settling himself between my thighs, which spread wide. I was inviting him to do whatever he desired, and I knew he was going to seize the opportunity. He never let a chance slip by.

With one powerful thrust, he filled me balls-deep. Gasps mingled together as we both adjusted to the overwhelming sensation. It was almost too much, but I was holding on. I didn't want to disappoint him.

Once the initial shock subsided, movement began gradually at first. With deliberate slowness, he withdrew almost all the way before sliding back inside hilt-deep again. Each stroke sent waves rippling outward, intensifying the pleasure.

As the rhythm increased steadily, so too did the intensity building rapidly. Our breaths quickened, hearts pounding harder, bodies writhing against one another. Everything blurred into a singular focus — pure ecstasy shared solely between our two souls bound together forever.

I couldn't help but remember that it had taken him longer than he initially thought to convince me that I was his fated mate.

Just when climax seemed imminent, Mateo paused all of a sudden, holding still in precarious suspension. Confusion clouded my thoughts before realization dawned: he wantedsomething to be said first. I couldn't help but wonder what it was.

Leaning down, he brushed soft kisses along my cheekbones, whispering against my skin. "Tell me you love me," he pleaded. "Tell me you love me," he pleaded. "Say it again. I want to hear it one more time..."

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, emotion swelling within me. He didn't have to ask me again. Of course I was going to do what he wanted. I would say that as many times as he desired.

Even amidst the tumultuous feelings surging, the truth remained constant — an undeniable fact shining brightly despite the darkness surrounding everything else.

"Yes," I said. "I do... I love you, Mateo. More than anything else in the entire world..."

Satisfaction gleamed in his gaze, equal parts satisfaction and profound relief. Smiling, he resumed the movements we had begun earlier, driving deeper still until we reached the ultimate peak together. As our orgasms crashed over us at the same time, cries echoed loudly through the room.

I gave him what he wanted, and he gave me what I desired.

Chapter 11

Mateo

My mind churned with no sign of stopping anytime soon, consumed by doubts and suspicions gnawing at the edges of my consciousness.

Kael Morales — the omega who had unexpectedly and completely captured my heart. From the moment our paths fatefully crossed at Club Nocturne, I sensed there was something deeper about him, something unexplainable. I knew why. He was my fated mate. We were meant to be together.

And now, months after claiming him fully as mine, questions swirled like vultures overhead, waiting to descend upon their prey. Could I truly trust him? Or were his sweet words merely honey-coated lies meant to ensnare me? No, it couldn't be. We had already gone over that. He would never lie to me again.

A sharp rap sounded at the door, jolting me from my introspective musings. Without awaiting an invitation, Santiago strode into the room with his chin up, his expression grim. In his hand, he clutched several sheets of paper.

"Boss,"he greeted, bowing his head. He respected me so much, which was one of the reasons why I trusted him."We need to talk."

Crossing my arms over my chest, I arched a brow.He wanted to talk. What about?

"Speak then,"I commanded right away. No matter what I was doing, if there was one thing I hated, it was wasting time.

He hesitated before extending the documents to me."These are reports from our men tailing Mr. Novak,"he explained. I knew who he was talking about. Club Nocturne's current owner. I couldn't help but wonder how much longer he would last."It seems your little omega has been spending quite a bit of time with him..."

Anger flared hotly within my veins at the implication behind those carefully chosen words. How dare they spy on Kael without my direct order! Before I could voice my displeasure, however, Santiago continued:

"And that's not all..."He added."Apparently, they've been seen meeting in secret locations away from the club. Places where no one else would know about unless..."

Unless they were working together. Unless Kael was betraying me even now while nestled safely in my bed upstairs. The very notion made bile rise in the back of my throat.

Mr. Novak wasn't just the owner of Club Nocturne; he was also the leader of a rival family. Kael had claimed that his relationship with his boss was strictly professional, and I had taken him at his word. However, Santiago's reports began to cast doubt on that belief. What if Kael had been lying to me this entire time? If that turned out to be true, I'd never fully trust him again. Not to mention, I would have to find a way to deal with him.

As I listened to Santiago lay out these damning accusations against Kael, icy fury crystallized in my gut. My hands clenchedinto fists at my sides, knuckles turning white beneath straining skin.

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