Beg Me Like You Mean It, Captain

I couldn’t speak. My heart kept thumping frantically, and I buried my face slightly into the collar of my jacket, my eyes fixed on the ground. I could feel the orchid scent trying to leak out, a frantic, sweet heat that felt like a neon sign.

Reid didn’t even flinch. He tightened his grip on my hip, his own pheromones—that sharp, biting frozen pine—flaring in a sudden, aggressive burst of dominance. It was a territorial claim, loud and clear.

"Cap caught a dizzy spell," Reid lied, his voice perfectly smooth, dripping with that trademark snobbish boredom. "Probably the altitude. I’m taking him back to the cabin before he face-plants in the snow and ruins his ’perfect’ reputation."

Miller snorted, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Typical Evans. Even his dizzy spells are probably polite. You need help hauling him, kid?"

"I’ve got him," Reid snapped, his tone turning sharp and uncompromising. He stepped forward, forcing them to move out of the path. "He’s fine. Just needs to lie down. Move it, Russo."

Russo blinked, surprised by the rookie’s sudden bite and how he ’cared’ for the captain he supposedly hates, but he stepped aside, chuckling. "Alright, alright. Take it easy, McCoy. See you at the lodge later, Cap!"

As we walked away, I heard them laughing and cackling, going along the lines of,

"I feel those two are gonna be real buddies by the time this bonding trip ends."

"Look at them joined at the hips right now. It’s only a matter of time."

Ah, if only they knew how ’joined’ we were.

Russo slowly drank from his soda, his eyes fixed on our backs with a little knowing smile, and said,

"Yeah, I think so too,"

We didn’t stop until we reached the porch of Cabin 4. The moment the door slammed shut and the deadbolt clicked into place, I collapsed my back against the wood, my legs finally giving out.

The room was dark, smelling of those moldy wet socks again, but it felt like a sanctuary. I slid down the door until my knees hit the floor, my face in my hands.

"That was too close," I choked out, a sob threatening to break through. "Reid, that was way too close."

Reid didn’t answer. He stood over me, his larger body looming in the shadows of the cramped room. He reached down, his fingers tangling in my hair again—not to pull, but to force my head back so I had to look at him.

"It’s only going to get closer, Captain," he murmured, his grey eyes dark with a hunger that hadn’t been satisfied. "The team is right outside those walls. And you still don’t have your blockers."

He pressed my head over his torso, my cheek brushing against his cock that was unmistakably hard again, and at its full length. The musky smell of his manhood, dried semen and forest pine Pheromones mixed from underneath his zipper made my head swim, and I gulped.

He was hard again? And I thought I was the one in heat. This bloody pervert... he wants to use me as a cock sleeve

"Now," he said. "Are you going to keep worrying about them, or are you going to finish what you started? Use me as your blocker, and I promise to keep all of this a secret if you manage to satisfy me."

Once again, I gulped. The saliva just kept filling my mouth, as if there was something tasty right in front of me.

"W-well," I said, my hands trembling as I slowly reached for his zipper. "I guess I don’t have a choice,"

I said it like I was being forced, but the haze in my eyes, the saliva pooling in my mouth, and how I couldn’t get enough of his scent made it damn certain that if he backed out now, I would beg him for it. I was a starving man in front of a feast, and I wasn’t going to miss out on it.

The moment I slid down the zipper, his hard cock sprang out, slapping my cheek with a soft pat, and that salty, thick, aggressive Alpha musk made my head swim even more.

’I want it.’ My inner Omega cried. ’I want it so damn much. Hurry and put this Alpha meat in my mouth.’

"That’s a good attitude, Captain," Reid murmured, his fingers brushing over my hair more gently this time. "Now, suck my cock like the slut you are."

I didn’t even hesitate. The last shred of my dignity stayed on the floor like it never meant anything. I leaned forward, my hands trembling as I gripped his thighs for support, and then opened my mouth.

Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and just as I was about to taste it, he groaned and then pushed my head into it, forcing his tip into my mouth, and my teeth grazed his shaft.

"Are you trying to leave a mark on my junk, Cap? Mind the teeth."

I wanted to glare at him. How could he just push my head down like that? I got startled, and that was why my teeth got involved.

But I couldn’t utter anything, not with his meat in my mouth, but I did glare at him.

"I like that look, Captain, it just means you’re going to teach me a lesson, right? Hurry and teach me a lesson with my mouth. I’m looking forward to it."

’Jerk.’

Reid was huge—uncompromisingly so. The moment I tried to take in even more of me, it slid all the way till he hit the back of my throat.

My eyes watered, and I gagged, my chest heaving as I tried to get used to his size pressing down on my throat.

I couldn’t breathe, but he was loving the feeling of me gagging on his cock.

"Yeah," Reid growled, his hips giving a small, sharp tilt forward that forced himself an inch deeper, making me choke, my fingers digging into his sturdy thighs. "Take it all. You like being full, don’t you? Show me how much of an ’understanding’ leader you can be when you can’t even breathe."

I was lost in it—the heat, the friction, the humiliating sound of my own muffled gags. It was only a matter of time before I passed out from lack of air.

’Hurry up and cum,’ I thought, but not just with the desperation to finally get air, but so I could taste his seeds leaking in my throat.

I was so immersed in it until a sudden, sharp, and loud knock shattered the haze.

"Cap? You in there? It’s Gerald."