Page 7 of Lured By the Cartel

"Yes!"I screamed, shamelessly rutting against his hand, needing more pressure, more friction, more everything.

He obliged, pumping his digits in and out of me ruthlessly while using his other hand to stroke my aching cock. Pleasure built rapidly, coiling tightly in my core, threatening to consume me whole if left unchecked.

"Not yet,"he ordered sternly, sensing my impending release."Not until I say so."

I bit my lip hard, struggling to rein in my orgasm as he continued to manipulate me. Fuck, why did it have to feel so damn good?

His breath came hot and heavy against my ear, teeth nipping sharply at the lobe as he whispered,"Come now, Lucas. Come all over yourself while I watch."

That was it—the final straw breaking the camel's back. With a cry torn straight from my soul, I obeyed, spilling ropes of cum onto the bed below us, body wracking uncontrollably through the force of my climax.

Marco didn't stop there, though. No, he kept going, drawing out my ecstasy until I was reduced to a quivering mess beneath him. Only then did he withdraw completely, leaving me empty and bereft.

But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part came next, when he fisted his own cock, jacking himself furiously, aiming directly at my open, panting mouth.

"I'm gonna come in your mouth, Lucas,"he growled, voice strained with effort."Swallow every drop."

There was no time to protest or prepare myself properly. One moment he was stroking himself, the next, hot jets of semen were spurting across my tongue, filling my mouth with his taste once more.

It should've been disgusting, degrading even. But instead, it felt... intimate somehow. Like a secret shared between us alone, binding us together whether I wanted it or not.

When he finally finished, pulling away slowly, I swallowed reflexively, tasting him, accepting him into my very being. As if sensing my compliance, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before turning and walking away silently.

I collapsed face-first onto the mattress, boneless and spent, unable to move or think clearly. What just happened here? Did I really let an alpha claim me? And worse, did I enjoy it?

Yeswas the answer to those questions.

As consciousness returned gradually, I found myself still sprawled on the rumpled sheets, sticky and sore in places I hadn't known existed. Memories of last night flooded back, vivid and intense, leaving me both embarrassed and aroused. I'd had sex with Marco. Not just any sex either - rough, dominant, claiming kind of sex. And god help me, I'd liked it. More than liked it, judging by the ache between my legs and the lingering taste of him on my tongue.

My first instinct was shame. How could I have been so reckless? So stupid? He was an alpha, and I was an omega in heat. Of course we ended up having sex. It was inevitable, predictable even. Yet, despite knowing better, I'd given in willingly, eagerly even. Because deep down, some part of me craved exactly what he offered: dominance, possession, control.

And that was the problem, wasn't it? I'd enjoyed surrendering to him too much. Enjoyed feeling small and weak compared to his strength. Enjoyed being used for his pleasure, giving in to every demand without hesitation. That wasn't me. At least, it shouldn't be. Right?

Wrong. Because despite all logic screaming otherwise, I already missed him. Missed his commanding presence, his strong arms holding me close, his confident touch exploring every inch of my body. Missed the way he took charge, making decisions for me, guiding me through the storm of sensations overwhelming my senses during my heat. Most importantly, I missed how safe he made me feel.

Consent was a funny thing. People often misunderstood its true meaning, assuming it meant saying yes out loud every single step along the way. But real consent went deeper than mere words; it was about understanding your boundaries, communicating openly, and trusting implicitly. In our case, neither of us spoke much, yet somehow, we managed to convey everything necessary. He respected my limits, responded to my silent cues, and ensured my comfort throughout. In return, I trusted him, accepted his lead, and followed where he guided me.

So yes, our encounter was consensual. But more than that, it was mutual. We both gave ourselves freely, taking and offering in equal measure. And now, I couldn't shake off this longing gnawing at me, yearning for more than just physical intimacy.

Because Marco wasn't simply an alpha who claimed me temporarily. He was the alpha who made me feel seen, understood, and desired. Who made me want things I never thought possible.

Chapter 4

Marco

I pushed open the door quietly, stepping inside the dimly lit bedroom as Lucas stirred awake beneath the blankets. It was surprising. I didn't think the timing was going to be so perfect.

His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine briefly before darting away again, cheeks flushing pink under my scrutiny. Fuck, he looked adorable like that, all rumpled and shy from sleep. Made me want to crawl right back into bed beside him, wrap him up in my arms, and keep him there forever. I would be doing that right now if I didn't have other things to do.

I knew better, of course. Knew I needed distance between us, especially after last night. Goddammit, what had I been thinking? Taking advantage of him while he was in heat... fuck, I was such an asshole. A selfish prick who couldn't resist temptation despite knowing it would only cause trouble later—just like it was happening now.

"Morning,"I said gruffly, clearing my throat to dislodge the lump forming there. His gaze flicked towards me again, lingering this time before he sat up slowly, hugging the covers tightly around himself. Good. Let him hide behind them; maybethen I wouldn't be tempted to strip them off and have my way with him once more. Or maybe it would only make me feel like doing that even more.

"You're awake early,"he commented softly, voice raspy from sleep and recent activities. Christ, hearing him speak like that sent blood rushing straight to my cock.Down boy,I ordered internally, even though I wasn't sure it was going to work.

"Not really,"I replied, moving closer until I stood beside the bed. Close enough to see the dark circles under his eyes, far enough not to reach out and touch him. Barely."Just got some work stuff to deal with."

He nodded understandably, rubbing at his face tiredly."Oh. Okay." Yeah, this conversation was being as awkward as it could be.

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