Page 32 of Wanted By the Cartel

He leaned into me, his presence calming my wolf's lingering rage. He was the only one capable of doing that.

"There will be consequences. The other cartels..."

"Let me worry about them." I pressed a kiss to his temple. "You focus on staying safe, on keeping our children strong."

"I'm not helpless," he reminded me, a hint of his old defiance showing through.

"No," I agreed, "you're not. That's why they fear you. Fear us."

His fingers intertwined with mine. "What happens now?"

Good question, but I already had the answer prepared.

"Now we remind everyone why the Nightshade Wolves are the most powerful cartel in the city. Why challenging us is a death sentence." I paused, choosing my next words carefully. "And why protecting you isn't a weakness and—it's our greatest strength."

He was quiet for a moment, processing. Then, "You're going to use me as bait, aren't you? Let them think I'm vulnerable while you hunt them down."

Sometimes I forgot how clever he was. How well he understood this world now.

One of the good things about being with him was that I didn't have to over-explain myself. He picked up on things with ease.

"Yes," I admitted. "But only if you agree. Everything stops if you say no."

He smiled, and there was something dangerous in it. Something that reminded me that my mate was far from powerless.

"Do it," he said. "Let them come. I've had enough of them. We need to put an end to them once and for all."

I pulled him closer, breathing in his scent.

But enough was enough about that. I wanted to make my omega happy. After the heavy conversation, he deserved some pleasure, some release from the stress weighing on us both. I deserved the same, too.

I pushed him gently back onto the pillows, hovering above him. His eyes met mine, curiosity and anticipation swirling in those captivating depths. Slowly, I trailed kisses along his jawline, down the column of his neck where his pulse fluttered wildly. And he welcomed them without hesitation.

My hands roamed his body, caressing the swell of his belly, the curve of his ass. I took my time worshipping every inch of exposed skin, pouring all my love and devotion into each action. He shuddered beneath me, breathy moans spilling from his lips.

When I reached his chest, I laved attention on his sensitive nipples until they pebbled under my tongue. Each flick drew a gasp, a writhe of his hips seeking friction. But I kept my touches teasing, maddeningly light, building his arousal slowly. He didn't like it when I made him come too soon.

Lyrian fisted his hands in my hair, trying to pull me harder against him. A low growl rumbled in my chest - he knew better than to rush me when I was focused on pleasuring him.

I kissed lower, over his abdomen stretching taut around our growing pups. I murmured endearments against his skin, telling him how beautiful he was carrying my offspring. Pride surged through me at the sight of him like this—round with child, flushed with desire, completely mine.

Finally, I settled between his thighs. The musky scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, making my mouth water. Without warning, I licked a broad stripe up his length, savoring the taste of his essence. I could never get enough of it.

"Ahh! Zoren!"Lyrian cried out, back arching off the bed. I smirked against his flesh before taking him into my mouth fully. My lips stretched around his girth as I swallowed him deep.

Setting a relentless pace, I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks to suck hard. One hand pumped what I couldn't fit, twisting slightly at the base. The other crept behind to tease his entrance, circling the furled rim.

Lyrian babbled above me, lost in sensation. His grip tightened almost painfully in my hair as he rocked his hips, fucking himself on my tongue. Drool leaked from the corners of my stretched mouth, dripping down my chin.

I could feel him tensing, his balls drawing up tight. Knowing he was close, I doubled my efforts, sucking harder, pushing a finger inside him to stroke that special spot guaranteed to make him see stars. His body responded just as I thought it was going to.

With a hoarse shout, Lyrian came undone. Thick ropes of cum erupted across my tongue, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow. I gulped greedily, determined to milk every last drop from him.

As he rode out his high, I gentled my actions, letting him float down from his peak. When he collapsed back against the mattress, boneless and sated, I crawled up his body and captured his lips in a searing kiss.

He moaned into my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue. Our mixed essences smeared between us, marking him as thoroughly claimed.

Breaking away after long moments, I gazed down at his blissed-out expression. Satisfaction curled through me—I'd done well by my mate tonight. This was just one more way I would always protect and provide for him…

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