Beg Me Like You Mean It, Captain

Reid grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them on the dirt above my head with one hand, his other hand pulling up my shirt, and his lips roaming over my body with a rough, possessive curiosity.

"What’s with that disappointment I see?" He asked, his voice mocking against my skin, and I trembled. "Cap, you’re so loud," he said, a dark smirk crossing his face as another moan escaped me. "I don’t mind if you keep making those sounds. After all, I want everyone on these lands to know exactly what their Captain is doing right now." He clipped my nipple with his teeth, and a fresh wave hit me.

"Ahhh—"

My dick felt like it would explode any moment from now. It was only a matter of... thrusts.

And then, he started moving again, hitting a different angle with his head on my chest, his tongue playing with my nipples, and his hips bucked up, thrusting in and out impatiently, as if someone was about to steal his prize.

The air in the clearing had turned into a sweltering, thick, suffocating haze of orchid and frozen pine, both of our Pheromones mixed together.

Reid’s movements were no longer just aggressive; they were frantic, driven by a raw, twenty-one-year-old instinct that didn’t care about consequences of any sort.

Every thrust was a rough spike of pleasure that made my back arch, my heels digging into the dirt as I fought for air. I was drowning in him—in his heat, in his scent, and in the sheer, terrifying power of his Alpha.

"Look at you," Reid managed to say as he lifted his face again to look into my messed-up one. He was breathing hard as he felt the internal shift of his own body. "It’s still so amusing that the sensible Captain, the one with all the answers, is shaking like a bitch underneath me. You’re coming apart for a ’brat’ you can’t stand."

I let out a broken, high-pitched moan, my head thrashing against the ground. My sanity was continuously snapping under the weight of his pace. I could feel him thickening inside me.

I just knew it by the way his thrusts became even more aggressive and rushed, like he was about to explode... Reid was about to cum.

At this rate... he was going to do it inside me.

"Reid—stop—" I gasped, my voice a wet, desperate whisper as my brain flashed a warning—a final, dying spark of rationality. ’He’s going to fill me.’ "Don’t... don’t come inside. Please. The suppressants... they’re gone... I’ll—"

’I’ll get pregnant.’

Reid let out a low, guttural growl, his grip on my wrists tightening until it bruised. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my ear, and I whimpered.

"Don’t come inside?" he mocked, his voice a dark, vibrating taunt. He felt the first pulse of his climax hit, his body beginning to lock into mine. "Is that what you really want, Evans? You’re gripping me so tight I can barely breathe, and you’re telling me to stop?"

He slowed his pace, grinding his hips against mine with a slow, agonizing friction that made my vision go blank and my eyes roll back. He was at the edge, his own control slipping into the abyss, but he wanted to hear me break first.

"Tell me the truth," Reid hissed, his eyes blown wide and black, searching mine with a terrifying intensity. "Do you really want me to pull out? Do you want to go back to being that lonely, empty Beta? Or do you want me to fill you so you can end up being mine?"

’I... I don’t want to be yours, you brat.’ the last logical conscience said, but my Internal Omega had other thoughts. ’Yes, yes, I’ll be yours. So knot me. Breed me. Make me yours,’

And as it stood, in this vulnerable moment, my inner Omega had a stronger will, and the last of my resistance crumbled. The ’understanding captain’ was dead, buried under the weight of a sturdy Alpha who smelled like victory.

"Fine, then." He said, attempting to pull out completely, but just as he was at the tip, my hips surged up to meet him, and I slammed him back inside me, groaning to the force of it, my fingers curling into the dirt as I lost my grip on reality.

"No," I sobbed, the orchid scent reaching a fever point. A dangerous fever. "Don’t... don’t stop. Cum... inside. Please, Reid. Fill me. Breed me."

Reid’s expression shifted from mockery to something primal and possessive. He let out a roar of a groan.

"That’s what I thought," he hissed and then began to slam inside me, the pace quicker this time and more aggressive.

My dick rubbed between our bodies, and I felt my own climax peaking. That’s it. I’m going to cum. I want to cum.

"Please, let me cum. Haaa—" I cried out, and with one last thrust, he came inside me with a violent, overwhelming force, a surge of heat that felt like it was branding my very soul. I cried out, my voice breaking as my own climax hit, a messy, shattering explosion that left me limp and gasping beneath him.

And then came the knot. It seated itself firmly, swelling mildly as his cock convulsed and spurted his semen inside me, locking us together in a brutal, biological bond just at my entrance.

Reid’s forehead rested against my shoulder, his sturdy frame finally still, but the connection between us was a pulsing, blunt reminder of my total collapse.

We were going to be stuck like this for a while.

"Ngh, fuck! That was so hot." Reid exclaimed, finally releasing my hands that he pinned to the dirt. "Look at this, Captain, I knotted you. Isn’t it beautiful?"

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even think of him anymore. I was caught up with my own berating thoughts.

What the hell have I done?

The question slammed into me, colder than the ground beneath my back. I was the Captain. I was the one who kept the peace, the one who understood the pressure, the one who held the Seattle Serpents together. And now, I was pinned in the dirt, biologically stuck to a twenty-one-year-old rookie who had spent the last three months trying to tear me down.

Am I insane? I’d spent a decade building a fortress of discipline, and I’d just handed the keys to the most arrogant Alpha on the roster.

"Reid," I choked out, the word feeling like glass in my throat. I tried to shift, but the movement only made the knot pulse, sending a fresh, humiliating wave of heat straight to my brain. "Reid, get up. We have to go. Someone... someone will come looking."