Page 33 of Trapped By the Cartel

His smile widened, and he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead before resting his chin atop my head. We lay there like that for a while, simply basking in the warmth and intimacy of our joining.

"So, what do you think?" Damon asked eventually, breaking the comfortable silence. "About children's names, I mean."

I hummed thoughtfully, my mind racing with possibilities. "Well, if it's a boy, maybe something powerful. Like Aiden or Kellan."

"Aiden Vexley has a nice ring to it," Damon mused, rolling the name around on his tongue. "But Kellan? That sounds almost… too pretty for a pup."

I laughed, pinching his side playfully. "Hey! There's nothing wrong with a little prettiness. Besides, who knows what kind of personality he'll have? Maybe he'll be all flowers and rainbows."

Damon chuckled, nipping at my earlobe. "Alright, alright. Let's say it's a girl instead. What would you choose then?"

"Hmm…" I trailed off, considering. "Something classic, perhaps. Or maybe something unique, but not too out-there. Oh, I know! How about Nyx?"

"Nyx Vexley," Damon repeated, testing the sound of it. "Yes, I quite like that. And if she grows up to be half as fiery as her name suggests, I'll have my work cut out for me."

I smiled, imagining a little girl with wild curls and sparkling hazel eyes, running through the forest with her father hot on her heels. "She'll be amazing, whatever her name ends up being."

"And what about middle names?" Damon asked, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Would you consider giving our child your father's name—Hayes—as a tribute to your lineage?"

My heart swelled at the suggestion, touched that he would even think of such a thing. But my relationship with my father wasn't good—far from it—so I had mixed feelings about the suggestion.

"That means a lot, Damon. Really, it does. But… I'm not sure I'm ready to honor my family just yet. Not until they've earned my forgiveness—for pushing me away when I needed them most."

That was the politest way I could articulate my thoughts to Damon. I knew that he meant well, but my family was a sensitive issue. I felt betrayed by them.

Damon nodded understandingly, pressing another kiss to my temple. "Of course, love. Whatever you decide, just know that I support you. Always."

I knew that he did and always would. There was a reason why I felt so happy with him now. I would still be a mess without him.

We shared another moment of quiet connection, lost in our own thoughts and dreams for the future. Then, suddenly, Damon shifted slightly, causing his thickness to rub against that spot deep inside me—the one that always made me see stars.

I gasped, arching into him, seeking more friction, more pressure. "Damon…"

"Yes, love?" He murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

I knew he was aware of how it would make me feel. He wasn't a fool.

"It's too much," I whimpered, biting my lip against the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. "Too good."

He smirked, knowing full well the effect he had on me. "Just wait until I start moving, little omega. Until I give you everything you can handle—and maybe even a little bit more."

A shiver ran down my spine, anticipation coiling tightly in my belly. God, yes. I wanted that—I wanted all of it. Everything he could give me, everything we could create together.

"But first," he continued, his expression softening once more, "we need to talk about practical things. The pack will want to celebrate our news, of course—but I understand if you're not ready for that just yet. And we should also discuss living arrangements, now that you'll be carrying our child."

I sighed contentedly, melting into his embrace. "Let's leave those details for later, hmm? Right now, I just want to enjoy this—to revel in the fact that we're creating something beautiful together."

Damon's eyes shone with pure lust, and he pulled me close, burying his face in my neck. "You are truly extraordinary, Elliot Hayes. Truly, truly one-of-a-kind."

With a sudden ferocity, Damon began to move within me, pulling back only to slam forward again, each thrust driving deeper than the last. He didn't even give me a warning.

His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as he held me steady, impaling me on his thick cock over and over again.

"Fuck, Damon!" I cried out, clawing at his back, leaving red welts in my wake. The pain only served to heighten my pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge with every brutal snap of his hips.

"You like that, don't you, little omega?" He growled, baring his teeth in a savage grin. "Taking my big alpha cock like this?"

He didn't even need to hear my answer. Of course he already knew it.

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