Beg Me Like You Mean It, Captain

I went straight for my bag, dumping the contents onto my bed. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely feel my fingertips. Finally, I found the small box of flesh-colored adhesive patches I kept for blisters.

I stood before the cracked mirror and pulled my collar down. The marks were two deep punctures that looked exactly like a claim. I frowned and slapped the patch over them, pressing down until the adhesive stung.

Son of a bitch. I hissed under my breath.

"If you’re trying to hide it, you might want to fix your face too," Reid’s voice drifted over, smooth and mocking. He hadn’t even looked up from his phone. "You still look like you’re about to scream."

"Shut up, Reid," I snapped, though the bite in my voice was thin. I turned away from the mirror, trying to force my ’Captain’ mask back into place. "You got what you wanted. The heat is down. Now stay on your side of the room."

"And who calls the shots here? I say when I’m satisfied, got it?" Reid’s voice was right behind me.

​I hadn’t even heard him move. I spun around, my back hitting the dresser, but he was already there, towering over me and blocking any path to the rest of the room.

His presence was suffocating, a heavy wall of Alpha arrogance that made the small cabin feel like a cage.

​"I... I need to go to the bathroom and wash," I managed, my voice cracking. "So get out of the way."

​"You want me to go in there with you then?" Reid asked, a slow, predatory smirk pulling at his lips. He leaned in, his sturdy forearm pinning me against the wood. "To help you scrub off that ’Christmas tree’ scent?" He chuckled.

​The image of us in that cramped, steaming bathroom flashed through my mind, and my stomach did a violent, terrified flip. It was a disastrously bad idea. If he got me in there, behind a locked door with the steam rising, I wouldn’t come out for hours.

Not like he wouldn’t be able to do the same in this cabin anyway.

"But I quite like the scent on you when you’re all sweaty and... untidy," he added, and I gulped.

​I looked at him, seeing the fanatic victory in his grey eyes, and I realized there was no escaping this. Not tonight, at least.

I closed my eyes, my shoulders slumping as I let out a long, defeated breath. I stayed still, letting him do what he wanted, because fighting him only seemed to make the ’demon’ in him hungrier.

"Just... don’t leave any more visible marks," I grumbled, and his lips curved even further.

"Sure, Cap. Whatever you say."

​Reid didn’t go for my neck again, thankfully. Instead, his hands slid under the hem of my jersey, his palms rough and warm against my sensitized skin.

I shivered, a small, involuntary whimper escaping my throat as he pushed the fabric up, exposing my torso to the cool air and his judging gaze.

​"It makes so much sense now," Reid murmured and then planted a kiss on my chest, which somewhat startled me as I felt his hot breath against my skin. He traced the line of my bone with his thumb. "Why you’re so skinny. Even Betas have more flesh on them than this."

​His teeth grazed the sensitive skin around my nipple. I gasped, my fingers digging into the edge of the dresser behind me to keep from falling. He wasn’t leaving marks where the world could see, but he was marking me where it mattered—biting and licking at my ribs and chest until my skin was flushed a deep, bruised red.

​I tried to contain my voice, biting my lip so hard I could taste my own blood, but it was impossible. Every time his breath hitched against my skin, my body traitorously arched toward him.

​Then, I felt his hand slide down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants.

​"Let’s see just how much of a mess the Captain currently is," he whispered and looked down to see I was already leaking precum.

There was no way I wouldn’t get hard when I was in such a sensitive period, and he was touching me.

"Well, would you look at that?" A laugh bubbled in his throat. "Such a slut,"

​He began to stroke me, his movements slow and agonizingly deliberate. He wasn’t trying to make me finish; he was trying to break my composure. To torture me.

He watched my face with a cold, focused intensity, savoring the way my eyes rolled back and the way my breath came in sharp, broken hitches.

​I was a mess. I was the Captain of the Seattle Serpents, and I was falling apart in the hands of a rookie who continuously treated me like a toy he was curious to dismantle.

​"Please," I gasped, though I didn’t even know what I was asking for anymore.

​"Please, what, Evans?" Reid mocked, his thumb brushing over the head of my dick as he watched a tear escape the corner of my closed eye. "You want me to stop? Or do you want me to show you exactly how much of a ’favor’ I’m really doing you?"

I couldn’t answer. My head dropped back against the mirror, the glass rattling in its frame with every frantic shudder of my hips.

I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but the words were choked off by a high, broken sound that I didn’t even recognize as my own.

Reid’s hand was firm, his grip on my dick sturdy and unforgiving as he maintained that agonizingly slow pace.

He was looking at me like a trophy he’d won, his grey eyes tracking the flush creeping up my neck and the way my chest heaved.

"Look at me, Evans," he commanded, his voice a low, jagged vibration.

I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay lost in the dark behind my eyelids, but he didn’t give me the choice. He used his free hand to grip my chin, forcing my face up until I had no choice but to see the smug, fanatic satisfaction written all over his face.

"You’re so loud for someone who wanted me to stay on the other side of the room," he mocked, his thumb pressing down hard on the head of my dick, catching a bead of precum and smearing it slowly. "Is this the ’rational’ consensus you wanted? The Captain of the Serpents, shaking and crying against a dresser because a rookie is touching him?"

"I... I hate you," I breathed, my voice a jagged wreck.

"I know," Reid chuckled, the sound warm and dark against my lips. He leaned in until our foreheads touched, his frozen pine scent flooding my senses until I was lightheaded. "But your body loves me. It’s screaming for me. And we both know you’re not going to finish until I say so."