Beg Me Like You Mean It, Captain

"Give it to me. Give me... my medicine."

The moment the words left my lips, Reid didn’t just give it to me—he claimed me.

Just like before, his thrusts were devoid of a gentle glide. He drove his cock into me with a sudden, forceful thrust that pinned my spine against the door so hard the wood groaned.

I let out a choked, broken cry, my fingers clawing at the thick fabric of his hoodie on his shoulder. The force was overwhelming, and it made my vision blur in an instant.

"That’s it, Captain," Reid growled, his voice no louder than a hoarse whisper against my pulse point. "Beg for it. Tell me exactly how much you need your rookie to fix you."

He began to move, his cock sliding in and out of me with a familiar rhythm from earlier, and it was hot. Every strike was deep, aimed to shatter what was left of my insides from where we left off. With one of my legs hooked over his sturdy hip, I had no leverage, no way to pull back.

I was completely at his mercy, bouncing against the door with every heavy, rhythmic lunge.

The orchid scent pouring off my skin was deafening now, clashing with the sharp, dominant sting of his frozen pine.

I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, a frantic, triumphant drumbeat that told me he was losing his ’immature’ cool just as fast as I was losing mine.

"You’re... too much," I gasped, my head dropping back and resting on the door as a wave of raw pleasure crashed over me.

I couldn’t help it any longer, and my hips began to move against his, trying to find more, trying to pull him deeper.

Reid let out a low snarl at my body’s response. He shifted his grip, his hand moving from my thigh to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair to hold my face inches from his. He wanted to see the exact moment I disintegrated into nothing but a heat-wrecked mess, craving his cock.

"Too much?" he mocked, his eyes blown wide and dark with lust. "I haven’t even started. You’ve been acting so superior all season, Evans. Watching us from the top of the mountain. How does the view look from down here? Looking up at the ’brat’ who’s currently owning you?"

He didn’t wait for an answer. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, more frantic, as the scent of his own arousal began to thicken the air. He was slamming into me with so much desperation, his breath coming in short, ravaging mess that mirrored my own.

I was drowning. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my nails probably drawing blood through the fabric, but I couldn’t let go. I needed the weight of him. I needed the sturdy, uncompromising reality of his body to keep me from drifting away completely into the haze of my heat.

And then I felt it. That hot pooling at my lower abdomen as his cock found my prostate and I gasped, leaking out of my dick even more as I felt my climax coming.

"Reid—I’m... I’m going to—"

"Not yet," he hissed, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. Reid was marking me. He was branding me with the kind of aggressive intensity that would leave bruises long after the week ran out. "You don’t get to go until I tell you," he whispered into my skin. "You’re on my time now, Captain."

He reached down, his hand wrapping around my small, neglected dick, and began to stroke it. The sensation from both sides sent me over the edge right away and I let out a high, lust-driven wail, my entire body locking up as the first wave of climax hit me.

Reid didn’t stop. He pushed even harder, his own body tensing as he reached his limit. He buried his face in my neck, gripping me hard as he released his hot, thick semen inside me, his scent flaring in one final, territorial explosion that made my head spin.

"Mine," he muttered against my skin, the word sounding less like a taunt and more like a confession. "You’re fucking mine, Kain Evans."

The base of his cock began to swell again, a biological response to how good he felt, and he knotted me... again.

"Ngh," I felt my entrance swelling. How many more times was he going to knot me?

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing and the faint whistle of the wind through the cabin cracks. We stayed like that for a long time—his knotted cock locked inside me, me shaking in his arms, and the door still acting as our only support.

’The scale of our relationship,’ I thought as my eyes fixed on his predatory ones, ’has tilted in a very terrifying way.’

The knot was blunt and throbbing, and it meant that I wasn’t going anywhere until it receded. I was pressed to the door, my legs dangling uselessly on Reid’s hip, while Reid’s heartbeat drummed frantically against my chest.

"Two times, Captain," Reid murmured, his voice vibrating through my collarbone. He leaned his forehead against mine, his grey eyes dark with a terrifyingly smug satisfaction. "How does it feel to be knotted twice by the ’arrogant rookie’ you were supposed to be mentoring?"

I couldn’t answer. My brain was still a chaotic blur, and my body was still twitching from the aftershocks of the climax. The heat was still there, a low, pulsing fever, but it was being drowned out by the sheer, territorial claim he’d just laid into me.

"Look at you," he mocked, his thumb dragging slowly over my bottom lip, which was bitten and swollen. "The ’Understanding Leader.’ The man with all the answers. You’re shaking so hard I can feel it in my bones, Kain Evans. Is this what you were hiding behind those blockers? This pathetic, needy little slut who can’t even hold himself up on his own?"

I let out a broken, high-pitched whine, my head falling back against the wood. The ’Understanding Captain’ was just a mirage, buried under the weight of a twenty-one-year-old who now held my entire life in his hands.

Finally, the knot began to recede. The internal pressure eased, a slow, agonizing release that left me feeling hollow and exposed. As Reid finally pulled out, the cold air rushed into the space between us, hitting my damp skin like needle pricks.

My legs didn’t even try to hold me. I slid down the door, my back scraping against the rough wood until I hit the floor in a heap. I sat there, trembling, my breath coming out ragged. I could feel his semen leaking out of me, a humiliating reminder of my total surrender.

It was awful.