Beg Me Like You Mean It, Captain

"Cap? You in there? It’s Gerald."

I froze. My heart jumped into my throat, competing for space with Reid’s cock. The orchid scent in the room was so thick it was practically visible, and Gerald—one of our most ’eager’ Alphas—was standing right on the other side of a thin piece of wood.

"Heard from Russo and the guys. Said you were feeling under the weather," Gerald’s voice continued, sounding far too close. "I brought some of that extra-strength cold medicine and some tea from the lodge. Russo said you looked pretty rough."

Reid didn’t pull away. In fact, he looked down at me with a wicked glint in his eyes. He didn’t move to cover himself. Instead, he rested his heavy hand on the back of my head properly, his fingers tightening.

"Evans?" Gerald called again, the doorknob rattling slightly. "You asleep?"

I looked up at Reid, my eyes wide and pleading, a string of saliva trailing from my lip. Please, I tried to signal with my eyes. Don’t do anything and just be quiet.

Reid finally pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I gasped inaudibly, hoping Gerald wouldn’t hear. Then, he leaned down, his face inches from mine, his voice a barely audible, dangerous whisper as he said, "Answer him, Captain. Tell him you’re ’resting.’ Or should I let him in so he can see what you’re busy with?"

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice while my heart hammered against my ribs.

I couldn’t let Reid do that. If Gerald came in now, he wouldn’t just see the mess I was in, he would smell my Pheromones and know right away I was an Omega.

"G-Gerald," I called out, my voice cracking, sounding thick and strained. "I’m... I’m in bed. Don’t come in. It’s... It’s contagious."

"Oh, damn. That bad?" Gerald sounded genuinely concerned. "You sound really congested, Cap. Your voice is all deep. Do you want me to just leave the meds on the porch?"

Reid smirked. He took the opportunity to slowly shove his cock back into my mouth, deliberately grinding his hips and forcing a muffled, strangled sound out of my throat that I barely managed to turn into a cough.

And then he pulled out again.

"Yeah," I wheezed, my face burning with a mix of heat and pure terror. "Just... leave them there. Thanks, Gerald. I’ll get them in a bit."

"No problem! Get some rest. The team will be lost without you!"

I listened to the sound of his boots retreating off the porch, my entire body shaking. The moment the footsteps faded, Reid let out a dark, jagged laugh.

"See?" Reid murmured, his grip on my hair turning firm again as he pulled my face back toward his cock. "Everyone’s worried about the ’Perfect Captain.’ They have no idea you’re down here on your knees, choking on a rookie’s cock."

He tilted his head while staring at me, his pheromones flaring in the cramped space, reclaiming my attention with a blunt force.

"Now, where were we? Gerald said you needed medicine, didn’t he? I think I have a better dose for you than whatever is in those pills. Come here, I’ll give you a great ’shot’."

He didn’t wait for me to move. He grabbed my shoulders with those sturdy hands and pulled me up from my knees, slamming my back against the rough wood of the door. The impact jolted through my spine, but before I could even gasp, he was there, crowding into my space.

He leaned his body into mine with his weight that was as solid as an uncompromising wall, pinning me in place.

"Reid—wait," I wheezed, my hands coming up to rest uselessly against his chest. My fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, not pushing him away, but steadying myself as my legs threatened to give out again. "Gerald... he’s going to tell Devin. If the Coach comes here to see me and I’m still like this..."

"Then you better hurry with this. And make sure I’m satisfied enough to keep my mouth shut when he asks why you’re limping later," Reid cut in, his eyes dark and merciless.

He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my trousers and pulling my body to meet his with no space in between.

And then, he pulled the waistband down and stripped me, exposing my puny, erect dick. He scoffed and then pressed his large cock between my legs.

"You gotta spread your legs, Cap," he whispered, and then, reluctantly, I spread my trembling legs.

And as he pressed the blunt tip of his cock against my entrance, I realized the ’shot’ he promised wasn’t going to be quick or painless. It was going to be a total takeover.

And then, without warning, he pushed his cock into me, and I gasped loudly. The friction of his meat brushing against my inner walls was hot and sparky in my head.

I let out a broken, high-pitched whimper that I hated, my head falling back against the door with a dull thud.

Reid leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of my neck, right over the pulsing heat of my scent gland. "You’re so loud, Cap. Even when you’re trying to be quiet for your team, you’re screaming for me."

He shifted, his hand sliding down to grip the back of my thigh, then pushing my leg up until it was hooked over his hip. With one leg around his hip and the other barely touching the floor, I felt completely vulnerable and at his cock’s mercy. I held his shoulders to stabilize myself, but what could my trembling hands do?

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping into that Alpha tone that made my skin prickle.

I forced my eyes open, my vision blurred by tears and the haze of the heat. Reid was staring at me with a terrifyingly slow, evil smirk. He looked like he wanted to swallow me whole, like he’d gobble me up and leave no crumbs.

"I’m going to fill you so full of my scent that even those new blockers won’t be able to hide who you belong to," he whispered against my lips. "Now, tell me you want it. Tell me you want your ’medicine’, Captain."

I swallowed the last of my pride, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please," I breathed, the word a confession I would never have said with a sane mind. "Give it to me. Give me... my medicine."