Page 11 of New Year with the Cartel

His mouth moved against mine, demanding and insistent, as he plundered my lips. My mind went blank, overwhelmed by the intensity of his movements, the sheer heat of his desire. It was a kiss that left no room for resistance, that tried to overwhelm my senses and consume me utterly.

Fendwyr's hands came up to grip my hair, wrenching my head back to give him better access. He groaned into the kiss, the sound reverberating through his chest, vibrating against my own body. It was a desperate, needy sound, the sort of sound an alpha made when he was truly claiming his omega, when he knew he had to have his mate, consequences be damned.

And oh god, it was too much, too intense, too... everything. I was overwhelmed, lost in a haze of sensation that threatened to swallow me whole. His lips were hot against mine, demandinga response, a reaction. I didn't know what to do, how to handle such overwhelming passion. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't...

When he finally pulled back, I was gasping, my chest heaving. I was trembling, my skin heated and flushed, my body alight with a confusing mix of want and apprehension. The kiss had left me wanting more, even as I knew I couldn't trust him, that he was using me for his own selfish needs.

"You taste even sweeter than I imagined," Fendwyr rasped, his eyes dark with desire. "I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you once the New Year arrives. It's going to be pure torture." He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. It was a low, predatory sound, full of promise and warning.

I sat there, still reeling from the force of Fendwyr's kiss. My lips tingled, my heart pounding in my chest like a trapped bird. I couldn't believe he had done that. But most of all, I couldn't believe how... How good it had felt. How much I had wanted it, even as I was angry and humiliated.

Ashamed, I lifted a hand to touch my lips, tracing the swollen flesh where his mouth had been. I felt a pang of want at the memory, a traitorous heat that pooled in my belly. It was infuriating, the way my body reacted to him, the way it betrayed me even as my mind railed against him.

It wasn't the first time it happened. My body had betrayed me several times before.

I glared at him, my cheeks flushing. "What the hell was that?" I hissed, my voice shaking with emotion. "You can't just kiss someone like that!"

Fendwyr leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, I thought I had your consent," he drawled, his eyes gleaming with a wicked light. "You didn't exactly push me away, did you?" And as much as I didn't want to admit it, he was right about that.

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "That doesn't mean anything," I argued. "You took me by surprise, and you know it. That's not the same as giving consent."

He shrugged, unconcerned. "Semantics," he said, waving a hand. "The point is, you didn't stop me. And that tells me something very interesting about you, Gustall. It's something I've been thinking about. You could say that it's become like an obsession."

I felt a chill run down my spine at his words, at the way he was looking at me. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the dark desire that simmered just beneath the surface. And it made me wonder what he thought he knew about me, what secrets he thought he had uncovered. It was possible he already knew too much about me. And if that was the case, I was at a disadvantage even more than I thought I was.

"You don't know anything about me," I snapped. "You don't know what I like, what I want, what I'll allow. You can't just assume that because I didn't push you away, that I wanted you to kiss me."

Fendwyr laughed, the sound reverberating in my ears. "Oh, Gustall," he murmured, shaking his head. "I may not know your likes and dislikes yet. But I know omegas. I know what makes them tick, what they crave. And you... you just want to be wanted. You're hungry for it, even if you won't admit it."

I felt a surge of anger at his words, at the way he was trying to reduce me to nothing more than an animal, driven solely by instinct and desire. But as much as I hated to admit it, there was a kernel of truth in what he said. I did want to be wanted, but I also wanted control, wanted to be in the driver's seat of my own body, my own life.

"And what if I do?" I challenged. "What does that mean, exactly? That I'm some kind of easy omega, ready to spread my legs for any alpha who happens to show me a little attention?"

Fendwyr's eyes darkened at the crude words, but he didn't seem angry, not exactly. Instead, he seemed... intrigued, like a cat watching a mouse that dared to stand up to him.

"Oh, Gustall," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You have no idea what you're playing at, teasing an alpha like that. But I'll tell you one thing—it makes me want you even more." He leaned forward, his gaze intense. "I like a challenge. It makes the victory all the sweeter."

Then, I felt my face flush with embarrassment as Fendwyr's gaze drifted downwards, lingering on the obvious bulge in my pants. I couldn't do anything about this humiliating situation, and he was fully taking advantage of it. He didn't show any hint of shame. If anything, he was loving it.

I knew he could see it, could see the evidence of my body's desire for him, no matter how much I tried to deny it. Fucking hell, I hated myself for being like this. I just couldn't control myself. It felt like my body was actively working against me, which was probably not too far from the truth. I needed to tame it, somehow.

"That's quite a... impressive reaction you're having there," he murmured, his voice low and thick with amusement. Of course he was enjoying this. Enjoying it a little too much. "It's hard to hide your true feelings when your cock is straining against your zipper like that."

I wanted to snap back at him, to tell him that he was just imagining things, that I wasn't really aroused by him at all. But the words died on my tongue as he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly over the prominent outline of my erection.

I didn't even know why I thought that there was any way to lie about how I was truly feeling. The evidence was literally palpable. He could see it, evident as the suffocating walls around us.

I gasped at the sudden contact inflicted by him, my hips jerking involuntarily into his touch. Once again, my body betraying me. It was a constant thing. It was born with me.

"Mmm, you're so hard already," Fendwyr purred, his hand cupping me through the fabric of my pants. "And so sensitive too. You must be aching for me to make you come, Gustall. It's written all over your face."

I couldn't deny it any longer, not with him touching me like this, not when every nerve in my body was screaming for more. I was hard and needy, my cock throbbing with a desperate hunger that I couldn't seem to sate.

And yet, at the same time, I was still too proud. I wasn't going to admit anything out loud. He would kill me before I said the words he wanted to hear.

"It doesn't mean anything," I said weakly, even as I arched into his touch. "I'm just... I'm just horny. It has nothing to do with you. Sometimes, I get horny. There's nothing special about that." Gosh, the lie felt sour on my tongue, and I wanted to rip it out.

Fendwyr chuckled, the sound vibrating through my core. "Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But we both know the truth. You want me, Gustall. Your body is screaming for me to touch you in all the best ways I can."

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