A Need Unleashed Ch. 7
Summary: Horacio Carrillo was a man of control...until he wasn’t. His carefully regimented life begins to change the second he scents Eva Moore, an unobtrusive omega whose secrets lead the two of them into dangerous territory. Horacio must protect her at all costs while battling a fierce need that threatens to bring him to his knees.
Word Count: ~4800
Warnings: Alcohol, graphic sex
Taglist: @littleone65 @supersanelyromantic @sistasarah-sallysaidso
A/N: It is recommended that you read A Need So Great prior to reading this story. There is context and additional information in that fic that influences how this fic is understood. This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.
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He was late.
He hadn’t intended to be late, but a file came across his desk that Horacio couldn’t put down. A security camera caught what they thought was a prime suspect for the string of murders in the city. Trujillo got it from a gas station, which meant it was far too grainy for his liking, but it was the first piece of hard evidence for the case and he was going to make sure he knew every inch of it.
Horacio spent an hour staring at the picture tacked to bulletin board in his office, trying to figure out how an icy blond man wearing a black suit fit into the puzzle of seemingly unconnected murders. The man certainly stuck out with the locals—enough one of their witnesses had described someone very similar in their statement.
But, only once.
He’d only been seen once.
The problem was so engrossing that Horacio looked up and found that he’d stayed half an hour past the time he was scheduled to leave. He hustled to change into the swim trunks he brought with him and fairly sprinted to his truck. Throwing what was left of his paperwork into the floorboard, he gunned the engine and sped from the parking lot.
The complex Steve and Connie lived in was nicer than most government housing, but it was still government housing. All the units looked so identical that the first time he visited for dinner, he had to check the number beside the door twice before he knocked.
Sounds of voices drifted from the pool nestled in the courtyard. He ducked through the fencing and circled around to the back of the building. The smell of charcoal and chlorine hit him before he turned the corner. Steve and Javier were sitting on the side of the pool with their legs in the water. Connie and Eva were lounging on pool chairs in the partial shade of an umbrella.
His gaze caught on Eva’s legs as they stretched out in front of her. Sun-drenched and shining, her skin was the embodiment of temptation. The cherry red bathing suit did nothing to conceal the curves and valleys of her body—curves and valleys that he’d spent many, many hours worshiping in the last few weeks. In her hand was a bottle of beer, the condensation dripping slowly to the concrete below. His mouth went dry as he watched her bring the bottle to her lips to take a sip.
Sitting down on the lounge next to her, Horacio tried not to stare at the little mole on her thigh. He’d laid many kisses on that spot, usually on his way to a more intimate type of kiss. The image of going down on her blazed through his mind with dizzying intensity.
He could feel the tremble of her thighs over his shoulders, hear the way she called his name. As much as he was looking forward to a day by the pool, Horacio began to craft an excuse to get her back to her apartment as soon as possible. The time for the pool closure was posted on a nearby sign. He didn’t know how he was going to make it through the next few hours.
Eva opened her eyes, “Hey.”
Horacio gave himself a mental shake.
“Hey.”
“You get anything done at work?” she asked as she sat up.
He wished he hadn’t. Horacio wished that he’d never looked at that stupid file. He wished he’d left work early so that he could spend more time with his half naked girlfriend by the pool—even with the knowledge that he could look, but couldn’t touch her.
“Got some paperwork in the truck I need to finish. I parked at your place, I hope you don’t mind.”
Eva made a dismissive motion with her hand, “That’s no problem, you park there most of the time, anyways.” Then, “Did you eat?”
He nodded, “Since its a Saturday, we order take out for the guys.”
She reached out to touch him and he flinched, “There are a lot of eyes here.”
Her mouth opened and then shut around her disappointment. As bad as he felt about enforcing certain rules in their relationship, Horacio had to keep doing it. She was right when she proclaimed that he was minor celebrity. Horacio had the unwanted distinction of a bounty on his head and he would never forgive himself if Eva became collateral damage in his pursuit of the cartel.
“Did you go home to change or did you wear this to the office?”
Glad for the change in subject, he gave her a sardonic look, “What do you think?”
Another dismissive gesture, “I know, I know. God forbid you show up anything less than immaculate.” She pointed at the cooler, “Go get yourself a beer. Relax for two seconds.”
Horacio got a beer. Horacio relaxed.
They talked for a while, carefully avoiding the subject of work. It was a bright, sunny day. And, in the little bubble of the courtyard, the stress of the office could be momentarily forgotten. They were just people enjoying each other’s company.
The cooler quickly emptied and Eva got up to retrieve the reserves. He stood with her, knowing that it would take an extra pair of hands to carry everything back. It was a bonus that helping Eva get the alcohol from the fridge back to the patio chairs would give him a moment alone with her.
Eva’s hair was still damp from the pool. It swung in counterpoint to her swaying hips. He watched a drop of water fall over her shoulder, biting down on the urge to follow it with his fingertips. All this self control couldn’t keep him from staring as she moved or breathing deeper to get a little more of a scent that was touched with chlorine and sun block.
Eva stepped inside and headed for the fridge, “You know, there’s going to come a time when I’ll be able to out drink Connie, but today is not going to be that day.”
Even though she wasn’t looking at him, he could hear the smile in her voice. It was the same smile she flashed at him when they were sharing a joke that was only between the two of them. There were more and more of those smiles lately. He coveted every single one.
Unable to resist, Horacio moved close enough that she bumped right into him as she turned around. Without a word, he took the bottle from her hand and set it next to the orange juice and beer. Then, he gave in to the urge that had been riding him all day.
Her mouth was soft and yielding to a kiss that was a touch too hard. Horacio expected that being able to kiss her for a few seconds might unwind the coil want that had been twisting inside him. If anything, the kiss only tightened it further. His hands wandered greedily over exposed skin, soaking in the heat of her body.
He pulled away, saying, “I’ve been meaning to do that since I got here.”
Eva wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “I think we’ve discussed that you’re free to kiss me whenever you want.”
They had discussed it. In an alley. Against the wall of a building.
He shook those thoughts away, “Not always.”
Her chin dipped, “Still, offer’s on the table.”
“Noted,” he replied as he kissed her again, running his tongue over the pillowy flesh of her lower lip, “Have I told you how much I like kissing you?”
She smiled, her fingers ruffling his hair, “The feeling is mutual.”
Horacio would be grateful for that fact every moment it was true. He certainly didn’t deserve her, but he was far too selfish to let her go. Eva was his now and that was all there was to it.
In the back of his mind, Horacio wondered when he became so possessive. It certainly hadn’t been a conscious decision. Like most things where Eva was concerned, the feeling sat near enough to be felt, but so still that it went unnoticed unless he was looking at it directly.
“Have I told you how much I like this suit?” he asked as his hands flexed on her body. Then, to himself, “So much skin.”
Eva loosed a kind of embarrassed laugh, “You’ve seen me in less.”
He had. He definitely had. Still…
“Usually, I can touch you.”
With a bit of a sly grin, she pointed out, “You’re touching me now, Big Guy.”
Eva had stopped using his last name whenever she was shy or trying to distance herself from him. She’d picked up this moniker, instead. ‘Big Guy’ was just as unacceptable as ‘Carrillo’. He wanted to hear her say his name, preferably while coming.
Crowding her, Horacio trailed kisses up her neck and jaw until he reached her mouth. He kept his kiss soft and lazy, uncaring that there might be people waiting on them. It had been hours since he’d kissed her and it would be hours before he could do so again.
She lifted up on her toes to deepen the kiss and her hips tilted towards him. Eva might try to hide behind flippant jokes and sarcasm, but her body never lied. She molded herself to him, cleaved to him. Knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her was a heady feeling that often left him breathless.
Pushing a knee between her legs, Horacio trapped her against the counter. His fingers dug into her hair, pulling her head back to expose the long column of her throat. He breathed deeply. The scent of her called to him, taunted him, begged him to stoke the fire between them to an inferno.
Horacio couldn’t do this here. But later…
“As soon as we get back to your apartment.”
He stared at her intently, until he knew she grasped his meaning. Then, he grabbed the orange juice and six pack before he did something stupid like drag her into the nearby pantry—he wouldn’t have to drag. Horacio could turn around right now and Eva would let him—
Physically shaking his head, Horacio made himself focus on the concrete, on the all too bright sunshine. He could barely see the next step in front of him, his mind awash with images of Eva’s body rising and falling over his.
Horacio couldn’t concentrate on the conversation. With Eva next to him, it took all his effort to pay attention. He was inundated with her scent, could feel her body heat. His hand kept moving to reach for her, to pull her closer, and he resented the moment when Eva urged Connie to standing and they tumbled into the pool.
She teased him from the water, which only made it worse. He dove in, was halfway to picking her up and throwing her across the pool just to hear her excited scream before he remembered that he was in public. Dropping beneath the surface, he ran his hands over his face in a failed attempt to calm down.
Eva remained near the wall, but her eyes kept straying to him. He could feel the weight of her gaze, but couldn’t meet it. The more he looked at her, the more he wanted her. For the first time in his life, Horacio wished he chose another career. He wished he worked at a grocery store or a bank or something equally as innocuous. He wished he could be leaning against the side of the pool next to her, his arm around her waist, her laugh in his ear.
Her hands on his skin.
Their time at the pool was interrupted by the security for the building. The pool was closing. Finally. Swimming to the edge, Horacio pushed himself out of the pool and stood. He leaned down to take Eva’s hands to help her up in an easy lift. She stumbled as her feet hit the concrete and wrapping an arm around her waist was more a reflex than a conscious action.
Eva leaned into him, a challenge flashing in her eyes.
Horacio’s hands tightened into fists, “Don’t.”
The single word was low and firm. If she pushed him, he would break. Horacio was almost through this. He just had to make it back to her apartment and then he could tug aside the material of her bathing suit and sink deep.
Letting Eva go, Horacio followed the group inside. Steve was just hanging up the phone and Horacio felt a wave of disappointment fall over him as he realized that he would have to go into the office the next morning. There would be no sleeping in next to Eva, no coffee on the couch, no lazy kisses that would lead to an afternoon spent in bed.
He was seriously reconsidering his choice of employment.
Eva walked ahead of him as they headed down the street. Her gait was uneven and her eyes were looking towards the stars. Her scent trailed along behind her, inviting him to follow. The material of her cover up was sheer enough that he could see the red outline of her suit beneath.
“That was really fun,” she breathed as she looked back at him. Then, “When was the last time you actually spent an afternoon not attached to your desk doing paperwork?”
He caught up with her, “Its been a long time.”
She eyes drifted forward, “You should do things for fun more often.”
Like go down on you in the bed of my truck?
The thought whizzed past him, tugging along an image so clear and heart pounding that Horacio was already reaching for his keys so that he could unlock the tailgate.
He swallowed hard, “I assume you have ideas.”
“I might,” came her coy voice. Eva spun and face him, walking backwards, “There’s apparently some beautiful scenery, here. We could go hiking.”
They could be alone. In a tent. With no one for miles to interrupt them.
His mouth lifted a fraction, “We could do that.”
Eva nodded once, “Alright. Its decided, then. We’ll go hiking when you get some time off.”
When he got some time off…
So never, then.
Horacio’s desk was growing more and more cluttered with files—murders, drugs, trafficking, and every other terrible thing that happened in his jurisdiction. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he trained his unit, no matter what protocols he put in place, nothing seemed to stem the flow.
Not even Eva.
They keyed into her apartment.
As soon as the door was closed behind him, Horacio was grasping Eva’s arm and pulling her in so that he could kiss her the way he’d been wanting to all day. He took advantage of her surprised gasp, licking into her mouth and groaning at the taste. His hands rucked up the thin fabric that kept him from caressing soft, heated skin.
He was going to fuck her in the living room. There was no way he was going to make it to the bed. He had to get inside her as soon as possible. It felt like he might die if he didn’t. Horacio was already calculating the height of the back of the couch when Eva pulled away.
“I have to get this chlorine out of my hair. You want to join me?”
New plan.
He was going to fuck her in the bathroom. Counter. Couch. It didn’t matter. As long as he got inside her. Impatient, he maneuvered her into the bathroom, planting kisses along the way.
With the spray of the shower warming, he stripped the damp suit from Eva’s body. His fingers barely brushed her folds when she pulled away a second time. He went along with it only because she was tugging off his clothes and less clothes meant more skin.
His mouth ran over her shoulders as his hands kneaded her breasts. He plucked at her nipples, sucking one into his mouth. Eva’s moan echoed off the tile, the sound going straight to his cock. He closed his eyes, wishing that their stash of condoms wasn’t in the nightstand by the bed.
New plan.
Shower. Bed. Sex.
Later, he would relocate a box of condoms to the drawer where he kept his razor.
With perfunctory movements, Horacio washed her hair and body. As soap and water sluiced down towards the drain, he focused on regaining his bearings. He might want her more than he wanted his next breath, but Horacio could still make sure he saw to her needs.
Sort of.
The hard on between his legs was so insistent that Horacio didn’t think he would be able to last more than a few seconds once he was seated in her heat. Every errant brush of skin, even the water running down his body, felt like too much stimulation.
It set him back on his heels when Eva returned the favor. Her hands cleaned the day’s sun and salt from his body with soft, careful caresses. They worked their way down until she knelt at his feet and, for one white hot moment, he thought she might take him in her mouth.
He couldn’t let her.
Eva deserved better than that. Alphas didn’t put omegas on their knees.
She stood, reaching for the shampoo, and then her hands were in his hair again, scratching lightly at his scalp. It felt so good that he had to kiss her. As she’d done before, Eva rolled her hips into his. Between them, his cock slid against her stomach. He felt like he’d been hard for hours, felt like any little touch would set him off. And then her fingers brushed the tip and her thumb hooked beneath it, squeezing gently.
Fucking yes, please...
She pumped him steadily and he had to give his instincts a full body tackle so that he didn’t push her against the wall and fuck her against the tile. When he went to cup her mound, Eva stopped him with a hand on his wrist. Horacio grunted in disappointment and tried to pull free. To his frustration, Eva held tight.
Her other hand kept moving. Stroking.
Horacio had just enough brain cells to grab her ass and slot his thigh between her legs. Her name oozed from his lips as Eva widened her stance, put pressure on her folds. She was burning against his thigh. It was a heat that he matched, his body moving against his will. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t push through the tight circle of her fist hard enough to assuage the need burning low in his gut.
The water turned cold.
He hissed loudly, spinning so that he could turn off the taps. The laughter on her lips died when he turned back to her. Horacio could feel the intensity in his expression, knew that he looked two inches away from feral. He couldn’t find it in himself to care. He helped her out of the tub and, because she wasn’t moving as quickly as he wanted, tossed her over his shoulder so that he could take the five steps to the bed and throw her down.
He was on her in the next instant, taking deep, intense kisses as he arranged her how he wanted. Then, he got to his knees and leaned over to open the bedside table. His fingers ran eagerly over the rough interior of the drawer as his mind slowly figured out why it was empty.
“What’s wrong?”
Horacio’s eyes closed in defeat, “We’re out.”
She squinted at him in confusion, “Out?”
“Of condoms,” he clarified, “We’re out.”
Why hadn’t he gone to the drug store on the way over? Because he was running late. Because he had no idea they would be out of condoms. Because he’d been too caught up in how God damn amazing it felt to fall into Eva’s bed to pay attention to how many they had left.
Below him, Eva giggled.
“I’m glad you’re amused,” he drawled through half a smile.
She pulled him down with a soft, “C’mere.”
He should get up. Horacio didn’t have to leave, but he couldn’t lay naked with her, not with the way his body was trembling with restraint as he caged her in. Between one breath and the next, he knew that he wasn’t going to get up. He wasn’t going to put on some clothes, and he certainly wasn’t going to deny Eva what she so clearly wanted.
Her name was a warning as he rolled to lay beside her.
She shut him up with a kiss, her hands stroking over his chest and arms. He smiled into it, lulled by the taste of her and the way their scents mingled in the sheets. His arms enfolded her as he eased onto his back, hauling one of her legs of his.
New plan.
Hands on her hips, he encouraged her to move as he had in the shower. Eva’s head tilted back with a low moan as she ground her pussy against him. Horacio watched her with hooded eyes as she bit down on her lower lip. Her brows furrowed first in concentration and then in frustration.
Without warning, she was rising up to straddle him. His cock slotted into the cradle between her thighs with dizzying friction. And, fuck, she was soaking. He couldn’t stop rubbing her thighs, her sides, couldn’t stop pushing her to move faster.
Body bowing up, he planted kiss after kiss everywhere he could reach. His muscles began to burn. Sweat beaded at his temples and where her knees were pressed against his sides. Eva leaned her weight into him, legs spreading further.
He was going to come. It was too good, the feeling of her riding him, the sight of her body above. The way his cock kept catching at her opening. And, the way she gasped when it did.
Leveraging his greater weight, Horacio rolled her to her back. Moving quickly, he grabbed her ass and hauled her up and so that he could rut against her. He hoped it would be enough, hoped he could make her come before he did. Close. He was so close. But, his body wasn’t letting him get there. Horacio remained frustratingly on the edge of it despite every effort.
The wet sound of skin sliding against skin was loud in his ears. He made the mistake of looking down, of watching his cock slide through her folds. The bulbous head was shining with slick, peeking out from wet, hot, skin. She met him thrust for thrust, hands pulling at his hips and sides. Her thighs spread wide in a clear invitation that he had him fighting against his own need.
Dropping to an elbow, he ground out, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you have to stop trying to fuck me, Eva.”
His fingers found her chin as he tried to put as much meaning into the words so that she would stop pressing the tip of his erection against her opening. He bit down on a moan, searching desperately for every ounce of control. She was right fucking there.
And then she started begging.
Horacio wasn’t immune to the occasional plea from his lovers, could sometimes be inclined to demand it. But this...hearing her tell him how much she loved fucking him. Hearing her tell him how much she wanted it.
Who was he to deny her?
New plan.
Horacio gave her a plea of his own, “I’m gonna… you need to listen. When I tell you, you need to let me pull out.”
He was insane.
It was the only explanation Horacio had for why he was considering fucking her without a condom. For risking emptying himself inside her without thought or care for the consequences. On the best days, he struggled with holding back his orgasm long enough to get her off. Now, with an entire day of keeping his hands to himself amidst the tease of a body he couldn’t touch, he had absolutely no chance.
Horacio was insane, but fuck fuck fuck he didn’t care.
He lined himself up and tilted his hips forward. By now, he knew that she would need a couple thrusts before he could bottom out, but this… Her cunt was squeezing him so tight—tighter than it ever had. His eyes fell to the place where they were connected, a frisson of something dark and possessive walking up his spine as he took in the way her lips were stretched around him.
And, he was only an inch or so in.
“Fuck, Eva,” he breathed harshly against her neck, “You have to let me in.”
“I’m trying,” came her whining response.
“Try harder,” Horacio demanded, pulling back for another slow push.
“Maybe if you,” she panted, “if I...if you let me on top.”
Absolutely not.
He was already at his limit and watching her sink down on him would be the end of it. Full stop.
“No. No—feels too good when you ride me,” he admitted mindlessly.
She cupped his jaw with a giggle, “Its supposed to feel good.”
Mouth open, breathing hard, Horacio replied, “Too good. Come too fast.” Then, “How are you still so fucking tight?”
He had to stop for a second. Just for a second. Horacio hadn’t even bottomed out and he had the tendrils of his willpower in a stranglehold. Every muscle in his body shook as he relentlessly pushed back a bone deep instinct.
Her little hands curled around his sides, using him to hold her steady while she rotated her hips in a circle. Even that small touch was too much. Horacio grasped her by the wrists and held them down on the bed.
Eva kept moving despite Horacio’s warnings. She kept arching up against him, kept taking him deeper and deeper. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Was mesmerized by every inch of soft, sweat-laden skin.
“There you go. Take what you need. Take it from me.”
Having reached the end of his restraint, Horacio snapped his hips against her. A sharp, high pitched gasp came from her throat, but no sound of pain. He did it again, and words began to fall from her lips that told him he was giving her exactly what she needed.
He would never get used to the way it felt for her to come around him. He would never get used to the way her body desperately clutched at his cock, as if to keep him right where she wanted him for as long as possible.
Riding her through as much of it as he could, Horacio pulled out swiftly and fisted his cock hard. She watched him with wide eyes until he spilled across her stomach. The bottom dropped out of him. Blinding pleasure.
Chest heaving, Horacio’s jaw clenched as he realized that it hadn’t been enough. He wanted more. His body was demanding more. Knowing that he didn’t have the strength to pull out a second time, he shimmied down between her legs. Mouth encircling her clit, Horacio licked another orgasm from her while his hips rolled against the mattress until he was coming along with her.
It took a long time for him to come back to himself. Horacio laid his head on her thigh as the black spots in his vision faded away. Then, unsteady, he rose and warmed a cloth in the sink so that he could clean his spend from her skin.
Uncaring that it was still damp, he threw the cloth in the direction of the bathroom and laid down next to her. Despite the fact that he’d just come twice. Despite the fact that Eva was clearly worn out, Horacio began to argue with himself about turning her over and sinking back into her heat.
His dick was making a hell of a case for it.
Though he should be exhausted, Horacio’s body was restless. He could get up, go for a run, but the early meeting loomed with a sunrise that was going to be there soon. He settled into the mattress and kissed Eva’s shoulder, running his hand up her side and briefly cupping her breast. She snuggled into him, barely awake.
Horacio stared at the ceiling, intermittently dozing, until the gray of the morning seeped into the room. Next to him, Eva breathed slowly. As he rose and headed for the shower, he vowed to get through the meeting as fast as possible and then come back to her after he stopped by the drug store.