Chapter 43: Fucking with consent [18+]

Reid was completely insufferable. A snobbish, manipulative rookie who knew exactly how to dismantle my defenses until there was nothing left of my captain’s pride.

But as he continued to stroke me, his thumb catching the precum beading at my tip, I let out a long, defeated sigh and let my head fall back against his shoulder.

Life really didn’t have to be all that serious—at least, not for the next hour under these sheets.

"Just... don’t touch my left side," I breathed, yielding for the first time with a rational mind.

"Deal, Captain," Reid smirked, his tone dripping with absolute victory as he flipped me over onto my back, and positioned his cock over me. "I’m thinking I should make you beg for my cum."

"Don’t make this more depraved than it already is," I hissed and he laughed, bringing the head of his cock to my entrance. I grabbed the sheets, bracing myself but he didn’t put it in right away. He simply kissed the tip of his cock with my entrance, brushed it a bit and took it back, repeating that motion over and over and causing my body to tremble with anticipation.

"Reid, you—!"

"Shhh!" He grinned. "It’s the best part when it’s your body doing the begging and not your mouth," he said, his eyes fixed on my pink gaping hole and I cursed under my breath.

Just when I thought he could not be a bigger son of a bitch than he already was, he proved me entirely wrong.

​He kept up the torturous, shallow friction, barely clipping the edge of my opening before pulling back entirely.

My inner Omega was practically in hysterics, completely overridden by the proximity of his frozen pine pheromones and the maddening tease of his cock. My hips actually rose off the mattress on their own, tracking his retreat in a desperate, humiliating attempt to force him inside.

​"See?" Reid chuckled, a low, smug sound that rattled between us as his eyes tracked my involuntary movement. "Your mouth is saying one thing, Cap, but look at you. You’re practically reaching for it."

​"Shut up," I choked out, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the bed sheets tighter in my fists. "Just... put it in."

​"Not yet," he whispered, leaning down so his chest hovered just millimeters above mine, completely avoiding my left side while his weight effectively pinned me to the mattress.

He reached down, his fingers catching the heavy, transparent slick fluid pooling at my entrance, smearing it high up my perineum to make even more of a wet, friction-free playground.

​I let out a broken gasp, my toes curling into the fabric of the blankets as a violent shiver wrecked my frame. My vision was swimming, the bright morning sun fracturing into sharp, dizzying lines of glare against the ceiling. I hated him. I hated how easily he could read my biology, how effortlessly he could reduce the commanding, untouchable captain of the Seattle Serpents into a needy, shivering mess on a random Saturday morning.

​"You’re so stubborn, Evans," Reid murmured, his thumb rubbing a slow, heavy circle right against my twitching tip, sending a direct jolt of electricity straight to my core. "Always trying to calculate the risks, always trying to stay ahead of the game. Just let me handle the scoring today."

​He brought the broad, thoroughly lubed head of his cock back down to the center of my entrance, pressing just hard enough to stretch the outermost ring of muscle.

I braced myself, my breath catching in my throat as the familiar, overwhelming fullness threatened to split me open.

​"Now," Reid whispered, his smoky grey eyes locking onto mine with a lazy, dominant intensity that made my chest tighten. "Tell me what happens if I put it all the way in."

I stared up at him, my breath hitching as the sheer, brutal size of him stretched the very edge of my entrance. His smoky eyes were completely dark, waiting, soaking in every ounce of my humiliation like it was fuel.

​I bit my lower lip so hard I nearly broke the skin, desperately trying to lock the words behind my teeth. But my body was completely unraveled, the heavy wave of his morning pheromones filling my head until I couldn’t think straight.

The slick was pouring out of me, painting his thighs, and my internal walls were already pulsing, practically begging to be filled.

​"Tell me, Cap," Reid urged, his thumb giving a hard, deliberate smear across my leaking tip, forcing a needy whine right out of my throat. "Where is it going to go?"

​"It’ll..." I choked, my voice breaking as my hands tightly gripped the tangled sheets. I cut my eyes away, unable to look at his smug face as the final piece of my pride shattered. "It’ll reach... all the way into my womb."

​Reid let out a low, rough growl, the raw confession instantly snapping the last thread of his patience. The lazy, teasing smirk vanished, replaced by a dark, feral satisfaction that made my inner Omega shudder with absolute terror and thrill.

​"Good boy," he rasped.

​With a heavy, devastating surge, he drove his hips forward, burying his entire length inside me in one deep thrust.

​A loud, ragged scream tore from my throat as my head slammed back into the pillow. He hit the very back of my core, bottoming out so hard against my insides that my entire vision went white.

The sheer, overwhelming force of his entry completely bypassed the dull ache in my ribs, replacing it with a mind-numbing, suffocating fullness that left me completely paralyzed beneath him.

​"Ah! Reid—! It’s too—deep!" I gasped, my hand flying to his shoulder and my fingers frantically clawing at him, my nails digging into his skin as my body tried to adjust to the intense, shifting pressure inside.

​"It’s perfect," Reid grunted, his breath hot and heavy against my collarbone as he anchored his hands firmly under my hips, completely avoiding my injured left side while lifting my lower body to take the full depth of his pace.

​He didn’t give me a single second to recover. He immediately began to move, his strokes relentless, deep, and utterly unhinged.

Every time his hips slammed against mine, a wet, heavy squelching sound filled the quiet bedroom, echoing off the walls.

I was completely out of my mind, my hips rising on pure instinct to meet every punishing shove, entirely caught in the heavy, dominant rhythm he was dictating.

No matter how I look at this, I don’t think I want to completely escape his defilement. He just... fucks so good.