Page 31 of Trapped By the Cartel

The vulnerability in his voice tugged at my heartstrings, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him, pulling him close.Resting my chin atop his head, I breathed in his scent, letting it fill my lungs and calm my racing thoughts.

"We take things slow," I promised, running my hands soothingly along his back. "You'll see a doctor tomorrow, someone discreet and trustworthy. We'll confirm if you're pregnant—and believe me, little omega, I already know deep in my bones that you are—but either way, we'll figure out what steps need to be taken next."

He nodded hesitantly, his small hands gripping my shirt as if seeking reassurance. I held him tighter, offering whatever comfort I could.

"But no matter what," I continued, tilting his chin up so that our eyes met once more, "know this: nothing will change how I feel about you. Nothing will diminish your worth in my eyes—or in the eyes of the pack. To us, you'll always be the most precious thing in the world."

His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and I quickly brushed them away with my thumbs before they could fall.

"I never thought…" he started, pausing to clear his throat. "I never thought anyone could want me like this—not after… not after everything that happened in my past."

My heart ached for him, for the loneliness and rejection he must have endured. It really must have been a lot.

Even amidst the pain, there was a spark of defiance burning bright within him—proof of his strength and resilience.

"Well, get used to it," I growled playfully, nipping at his lower lip. "Because I'm never letting you go. Not ever."

He smiled weakly, leaning into my touch. "But what about the others—your family, your friends? Won't they think differently of me? Of us?"

My family? He hadn't even met them. No need to worry about what they would think.

I shook my head firmly, my expression hardening. "Let them think what they want. Their opinions mean nothing to me—nothing compared to your happiness and well-being. If they can't accept you, if they can't support us, then they're welcome to leave."

Elliot searched my gaze, looking for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he sighed, melting into my embrace. His body relaxed, and the tension that had been coiling his muscles began to ebb away.

"Thank you," he whispered, burying his face in my chest. "For believing in me, for accepting me just as I am."

Now he was thanking me. When we first met, he thought something like that would never happen.

I held him closer, my heart swelling with emotion. "There is nothing to thank me for, little omega. It is I who should be grateful—infinite times over—for finding you."

As Elliot clung to me, his words filling me with warmth and pride, I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that he was carrying my child. Our child. A new life growing within him. I just really couldn't believe it. The news was almost too good to be true.

Our bodies pressed together, and I became acutely aware of every delicious curve and dip of his form. My cock throbbed, trapped painfully beneath the thin barrier of my clothing, yearning to come out, almost begging. Yet, I knew I needed to rein in my desires, to focus on comforting and caring for my omega above all else. If I didn't do that, I wouldn't forgive myself.

With gentle fingers, I grasped the hem of Elliot's t-shirt, lifting it slowly as he raised his arms, allowing me to strip him bare. His naked torso pressed against mine, soft skin meeting firm muscle, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I wanted to explore every inch of him, to map each freckleand scar with kisses and caresses. And god help me, but I was certainly going to do that, and more.

Next, I targeted the waistband of his jeans, popping open the button before sliding the zipper down. Hooking my thumbs into the fabric, I dragged both pants and underwear down his legs in one fluid motion, leaving him completely exposed to me. His erection jutted out proudly, and I couldn't resist wrapping my hand around its velvety length, giving it a slow, firm stroke.

He gasped, arching into my touch, and I relished the power I held over him—the ability to make him tremble with desire, to reduce him to breathless moans and desperate pleas.

"Damon," he whimpered, breathing heavily over my neck. "Please..."

"What do you need, little omega?" I murmured, trailing my lips along his jawline, feeling the stubble there scratch deliciously against my skin. "Tell me."

He hesitated, searching for the right words. I gave him time, knowing that he wasn't one to vocalize his desires easily. But I also knew that part of him craved the dominance I offered—that he thrived under my guidance and control.

"I... I want..." he stammered, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Cute, I thought. "I want you to fuck me. Hard."

A surge of lust pulsed through me, and I squeezed his cock in response, making him groan.

"You really want that? Aren't you afraid of what I might do, knowing what I know now?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Needing to hear him say it nonetheless. "To fill you up with my seed?"

His eyes fluttered closed, and he nodded eagerly. "Yes," he breathed. "God, yes..."

I smirked, running my thumb over the slit at the tip of his cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had formed there.Bringing it to my mouth, I licked it clean, savoring the salty tang of his arousal.

"So eager," I teased, releasing his shaft only to grip his ass, pulling him flush against me once more. "So desperate for my cock."

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