Beg Me Like You Mean It, Captain

Reid tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as he drank in the scent of my distress. "What do I do with you, Evans? Do I drag you back to the guys and watch the riot? Or do I keep you all for myself?"

No, please... none of that. I pleaded but my words wouldn’t come out.

"Maybe I should just leave you here and see which of the guys finds you first. Miller’s been looking pretty restless lately, hasn’t he?"

He went to take a taunting step back, his hand still tangled in my hair to yank me along, but then his heel caught on the rough edge of the ground and the world tilted... for both of us.

Reid let out a startled curse as he lost his balance, and because he wouldn’t let go of my hair, he dragged me down with him. We hit the ground hard, and I landed squarely on top of him, my knees pinning his thighs, my chest pressed flush against his.

The impact should have cleared my head, but it did the opposite.

The moment my heat-soaked body made full contact with his sturdy Alpha frame, the last of my logic snapped. I wasn’t the Captain anymore. I was just an omega with nerves screaming for a fix.

I didn’t try to scramble up. I didn’t try to swing a fist to hit the guy who had just been taunting me. Instead, my body moved.

My hips pressed to his lower half began to move on their own, a slow, desperate grind against him that sent a jolt of pure electricity through my spine.

"Evans—wait—" Reid’s voice broke, the mocking tone replaced by a sharp, panicked hitch.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his pheromones hitting me like a drug. I let out a muffled moan, the sound caught against the fabric of his collar, thick and needy. I couldn’t help it. I was vibrating, my skin feeling like it was melting into his.

Reid went rigid beneath me. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest in a wild, frantic rhythm that matched my own.

His hands, which had been so ready to mock me, were now hovering over my waist, trembling. He realized, far too late, that an Omega’s heat wasn’t just a ’weakness’ to be laughed at—it was a contagion.

And he, an Alpa, was on the other end of that contagion.

I pulled back just enough to look at him, my eyes clouded with a feverish haze, my lips parted as I fought for air. My face was flushed red, and my expression was one of total, agonizing want. Lust, if I might say.

I needed it so badly that I was ready to throw out my dignity and grind this 21 year old rookie whose only role in my life so far was to undermine my authority and talk down on me.

Reid stared up at me, his breath hitching. The snobbishness was gone, replaced by a raw, wide-eyed hunger. He looked at my mouth, then at the way I was arched over him, and I saw his pupils swallow the grey of his eyes entirely.

It was erotic. It was devastating. And for a twenty-one-year-old Alpha who thought he was the one in control, it was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever seen.

"Evans..." he breathed, his voice no longer mocking, but desperate. His hands finally dropped on my waist, creeping up my shirt to feel my skin and his fingers dug deep into my flesh.

He couldn’t help it. Not at this point where his own desires were flaring.

The contact of his hands on my skin made me winch and I jolted, prompting him to pull me closer, even as his brain was likely screaming at him to run.

Getting tangled with an Omega in heat was a recipe for disaster.

The air between us was immediately charged with an electrical and biological tension that was rapidly stripping away Reid’s smug composure. He was a prodigy who thought he’d seen everything, but he’d never been pinned to the ground by a peaking Omega who smelled like a blooming garden.

But then, just as I thought I had gotten control over the situation, a grin played out on his lips and he gripped me even harder until I was sure I was bruising, forcing me to let out yet another involuntary whimper.

The hesitation from the start was gone and he was done being gentle.

"Look at you," Reid said, his voice a mocking snarl as he stared up at my flushed face. "That really surprised me. The great Captain Evans, grinding on a rookie in the dirt. Where’s all that ’understanding’ now, huh? You look like a total mess."

I couldn’t even snap back. My head fell back, a broken moan escaping my throat.

I rolled my hips against him again, seeking the friction that my body was screaming for, feeling his cock hardening underneath me and pressing on my butt.

Every time I moved, I felt his hardness thicken even more, and grow inch by inch, and it only made the orchid scent pouring off my skin turn sweeter, heavier, more desperate.

Reid’s pupils were blown wide by pure instinct. Desire of an Alpha to claim an Omega.

He reached up, his hand tangling brutally in my hair again, yanking my head down until our lips were inches apart. He didn’t kiss me. He just breathed me in, his nostrils flaring with a terrifying hunger.

"You want this, don’t you?" he mocked, his thumb swiping aggressively over my bottom lip, dragging it down to show my bared teeth. "You’ve been playing the saint all season, but you’re just a pathetic, needy little flower waiting to be plucked."

He didn’t wait for an answer. With a sudden, violent surge of strength, he flipped us.

The world spun for a second before my back hit the ground.

"Ack!" I let out a little groan of pain.

But he didn’t even give me time to process the pain as he pinned me down with his crushing weight. He was over me in an instant, his knees forcing my legs apart, his heavy Alpha pheromones slamming into every pore in my body.

"I should just leave you here for the team to see," he muttered, his hands fumbling with his belt, his movements slow yet rough as his breathing came out ragged. "But I think I’d rather see you break first. I want to hear you beg for it, Captain."

He pulled down his pants, and then I finally saw it.

The massive cock that had been pressing against my butt this whole time while I was grinding against him.