Chapter 158: Like Horny Teenagers

​With a slow, deep thrust, Reid slid all the way inside.

​The sheer fullness of him made my breath catch in my throat, a high, needy sound escaping me as my fingers dug into his back. Reid paused, letting me adjust to his size, his muscles trembling with the strain of staying still.

​"Where do you want it?" he rasped, his face flushed, his pine scent practically suffocating in its intensity. "Tell me where you like it, Kain."

​I swallowed hard, my hips shifting instinctively to find the angle that would ease the delicious, throbbing ache deep inside. "Right... right there. Don’t stop."

​"Show me," he muttered, beginning to pull back and thrust in a steady, maddening rhythm.

​He dropped my thighs from his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, my pride completely dissolving under the intense, blinding pleasure of his touch.

I touched my belly, right where I liked it the most... the places his cock touched when it was deep inside me. "Right here," I moaned out. "Reid... fuck me here. Go... go harder. Please... harder."

Reid felt an exhilarating jolt of pleasure course through him and he gripped my waist even harder. "Cap, you’re so naughty but don’t worry, I’ll give you exactly what you want."

He let out a dark, triumphant growl and slammed into me, his pace turning fast, deep, and utterly relentless.

The leather of the sofa squeaked beneath us, the sounds of our heavy breathing and the wet friction of our bodies filling the quiet room.

​I was completely undone, crying out his name with every heavy thrust as he drove me deeper into the cushions.

"Oh God, yes... Ahnnn—aah—!" My eyes rolled back to the pleasure.

Every point of contact burned, and the sheer force of his Alphan drive swept over me like a wave, leaving absolutely no room for the worries of the world outside.

I couldn’t think of anything else at that moment. Not Edward, not the media, not the shadow of his family—there was only the raw reality of Reid holding me, claiming me, and loving me and that was all that mattered to me.

"Reid—" I called out, breathless, reaching my hands towards his neck and wrapped them around him tight. I didn’t want to let go. Aside from hockey, Reid was the only thing I’ve ever wanted to hold on to desperately.

Reid let out a rough, choked breath as my arms locked around his neck, pulling him down until his chest was crushed flush against mine.

The desperation in my grip—the silent, fierce admission that he was the only thing I had left to hold on to—seemed to trigger something primal deep within him.

​His scent of frozen pine turned impossibly dark and sweet, thick enough to make my head spin as he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

​"I’ve got you," he growled against my skin, his voice scraping the bottom of his throat. "I’m not going anywhere, Kain. If I do leave, I’m taking you with me."

​He shifted his grip, his large, hot palms sliding down to cup my hips, lifting me slightly to angle me perfectly against his body. With a deep, devastating thrust, he hit the exact spot I had pointed to on my belly.

​"Ah—! Reid!"

​A loud, broken sob of pure pleasure escaped my lips. My toes curled as my entire body trembled, my hips mindlessly rolling upward to meet him, begging for more. The friction was dizzying, a blinding white heat that radiated from where we were joined and rushed straight to my brain.

​"Right there?" Reid rasped, his breathing completely ragged as he withdrew almost fully, only to drive back in with relentless, punishing force. "You like it when I hit it right there, Cap?"

​"Yes! Oh god, yes—" I cried out, my fingers digging so hard into the muscles of his back I knew I’d leave marks. My eyes were tightly shut, tears of sheer sensory overload squeezing past my lashes.

​He didn’t give me room to breathe. He took me at my word, slamming into me with a fast, heavy rhythm that turned the squeaking of the leather sofa into a frantic background noise.

Every heavy, wet slide of his cock filled me entirely, stretching me to my absolute limit and molding my body to his. The sheer, intoxicating force of his Alphan drive was overwhelming, wrapping around my senses like a physical weight, commanding my body to surrender completely.

​And I did. I let go of every defense, every ounce of captain’s pride, letting myself drown in the raw, unbridled heat of his possession.

​"Kain... fuck, I’m close," Reid groaned, his muscles locking up, his heartbeat hammering violently against my chest. His thrusts turned shorter, harder, and incredibly desperate, his teeth grazing the scent gland at my neck as his instincts pushed him to the very edge.

​"Together," I gasped out, my voice cracking as the pressure inside me built to a sudden, unbearable peak. The tight, slick walls of my entrance clenching around him only drove him wilder. "Reid—now—I... Cumming!"

​With one last, deep, shuddering drive, Reid let out a low, guttural roar, spilling his hot release deep inside me.

The intense, internal wave of heat triggered my own climax, and a high, breathless cry torn from my throat as my vision went completely white, my body locking in a series of tight, helpless tremors as I came over our tangled bellies.

​The world slowly bled back into focus.

​The heavy, quiet panting of our lungs filled the warm living room, our sweat-slicked bodies slowly sinking into the deep leather cushions.

Reid didn’t pull away. He collapsed his heavy frame over me, careful not to crush me with his full weight, and buried his face in my damp hair, his chest still heaving.

​He kept his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his hold possessive, grounding, and fiercely protective.

Standing in the cold hallway earlier, the threat of his mother had felt like an oncoming storm. But lying here in the quiet dark, wrapped in his heat, I knew we would survive whatever came next.

​Because as long as we were like this, there wasn’t a single thing in the world that could tear us apart.

​The next day, our routine was pretty much like how it was during every other day. We lounged around, ate snacks, watched TV, kissed, touched each other, ate, played games, kissed some more and I inevitably ended up bending over on the couch and taking him from behind.

Yes, we were doing it a lot like a bunch of horny teenagers but whenever have we not?

By evening, I had washed Reid’s scent off my body to avoid suspicion from a sharp Alpha like his mother.

The driver his mother sent was waiting for us in the private garage at precisely six o clock.

Coupled with our kissing, gaming, eating, we had also spent the afternoon running through our strategy. We had rehearsed our body language, our tones, and the exact level of professional distance we needed to maintain.

We wore tailored suits—mine a sharp, slate grey that made me look every bit the analytical captain, and Reid in a dark navy that his mother would undoubtedly approve of, even if he looked incredibly stiff and uncomfortable in it.

​The drive to the McCoy estate was quiet. The car was a pristine, silent vault, the driver partition rolled up, but we still didn’t dare touch or speak of anything private. We sat on opposite sides of the seat, our eyes fixed on the passing city lights, acting like being in each other’s space like this didn’t make our skin tingle for a light touch.

​When the car finally pulled through the massive, wrought-iron gates of the McCoy estate, my chest tightened. The estate was massive, a sprawling, historic mansion built of dark stone and manicured hedges, radiating the kind of old-money wealth that didn’t need to shout to be felt.

​"Kain," Reid whispered, his voice barely a breath as the car came to a smooth halt in front of the grand entrance.

​I turned my head, locking my eyes with his. His grey eyes were wide, a quiet, tense panic flickering beneath the surface.

​"Keep your head up," I murmured, my voice cool, steady, and commanding. "We are teammates. Nothing more."

​He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching, but he nodded once. "Teammates."

​The door was opened for us by a quiet, uniformed Beta, and we stepped out into the cool evening air, walking side-by-side up the stone steps.

We maintained a perfect, professional foot of space between us, our shoulders squared, our faces completely unreadable as we prepared to walk into the lions’ den.

The grand double doors of the estate swung open, revealing a foyer that looked more like a museum than a home.

Polished marble reflected the warm glow of crystal chandeliers, and the air was filled with a subtle, expensive scent of amber and rich wood.

A butler silently took our coats, and we were guided through a maze of high-ceilinged corridors toward a private dining room. Every step echoed with the crushing weight of old money.

When we entered the room, Reid’s parents were already seated at the massive mahogany dining table.

Sitting at the head of the table was his mother, her sharp Alpha presence cutting through the room like a blade even while sitting completely still. But my eyes briefly shifted to the man sitting to her right—Reid’s father.