Chapter 44: You Like It [18+]

The unbidden, shameful thought barely had time to form before Reid slammed his cock into me again, driving it right out of my head with a wet, heavy crack.

He just... fucks so good.

I hated myself for it. I hated that while my rational mind was screaming about drug panels, secret dynamics, and the absolute ruin of my career, my body was entirely occupied by the thick, sliding cock stretching me to my absolute limit.

Every deep, unhinged thrust anchored him perfectly inside me, and with every recovery and subsequent plunge, the wet squelching sounds in the quiet room grew louder, mapping out my utter defeat.

"Look at me, Kain," Reid growled, his voice tight and breathless as his pace went completely feral. He didn’t use ’Cap.’ He didn’t use ’Evans.’ He wanted the Omega beneath him, stripped of the jersey, the title, and the lies.

I forced my eyes open, my vision blurred with sweat and tears of sheer sensory overload.

His blonde hair was a messy, damp tangle, and his smoky grey eyes were locked onto mine with a sharp, possessive intensity that made me feel completely consumed.

He wasn’t even looking at where our bodies joined; his gaze was pinned entirely to my face, drinking in the way my mouth hung open, the way my chest heaved, and the way I was utterly helpless to stop him.

"You like it," he whispered, a low, arrogant statement as he pulled back nearly all the way, pausing for a fraction of a second just to let the vacuum of his absence make me whimper before slamming home again. "You like being stretched out like this. Tell me I’m wrong."

"Reid—ah! Slow—stop—" I gasped, my fingers tightening in his shoulders, my nails leaving red marks against his skin.

The sheer force of his movements was rattling straight through my skeleton, sending a dizzying mix of sharp pressure and white-hot pleasure curling all the way to my toes.

"Can’t slow down, Cap," he grunted, a heavy bead of sweat dripping from his jawline and landing on my collarbone.

His grip on my hips tightened, his blunt fingers digging into my skin to lift me higher, angling my pelvis so every single thrust hit that hyper-sensitive, slick-drenched roof of my insides.

"You wanted to flush me out last night? Thinking about it pisses me off, so I’m making sure every single corner of your womb remembers exactly who owns it."

The word hit me like an electric shock, my internal walls clamping down around his thick cock in a violent, involuntary spasm.

Reid let out a rough, choked growl at the sudden restriction, his teeth sinking right into the side of my neck, steering clear of the blister patch but biting hard enough to leave a deep, dark mark on my shoulder.

The heavy scent of frozen pine and blooming orchid spiked to a near-deafening level in the room, suffocating any remaining thread of my resistance.

I was entirely unraveled.

My mind fractured into bright, bleeding lines of light, my hips rising completely on their own, begging for the impact, chasing the maddening, devastating fullness of him until my entire lower half was numb with pleasure.

"Reid... I’m—I’m close—" I sobbed out, my head thrashing against the damp pillow, unable to hold back the raw, needy admission any longer.

"Hold on to me," he commanded, his voice dropping into a deep, authoritative alpha register that bypassed my brain entirely and dictated to my core.

With three more brutal, single-minded surges that bottomed out completely against my insides, my body gave out. A violent, shattering orgasm clamped down around his cock, my walls squeezing him with a desperate, milking friction as my own dick splurted out semen across our stomachs.

It was so intense, so deeply consuming, that a broken sob tore from my throat, my eyes wide but unseeing as I shook beneath him.

Right at the peak of my release, I felt it. The terrifying, unmistakable swelling at the base of his cock.

"Reid, no—wait—!" I gasped, my hands frantically pushing against his chest as the knot began to expand, locking us together all over again.

He didn’t listen. He never did. With a deep, guttural growl that vibrated straight through his chest into my bruised ribs, he slammed his weight forward one last time, anchoring the fully swollen knot deep inside my pulsing entrance.

He locked us tight, sealing the boundary, and poured a thick, hot deluge of his seed inside me.

I flinched at the immense internal pressure, my eyes widening as the heat filled me completely, washing away every last defensive barrier I had struggled to build.

I could never... get used to this.

Reid collapsed heavily over me, though he immediately caught himself on his elbows, keeping his frame from crushing my left side.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin as he inhaled my freshly claimed, pine-tainted scent with a slow, victorious sigh.

I stared blankly at the sun-drenched ceiling, tears silently spilling from the corners of my eyes and tracking down into my hair.

My body was trembling, completely filled, locked, and bound to the arrogant rookie once again under the Seattle sheets.

The quiet of the bedroom was suddenly broken by the sharp, demanding buzz of Reid’s phone vibrating against the nightstand.

Reid groaned against my neck, clearly annoyed by the interruption, but he didn’t unwrap his arm from around my waist. He reached out with a long, muscular arm, blindly grabbing the device.

Instead of bringing it to his ear, he casually tossed it onto the mattress between our pillows and hit the speaker button.

"McCoy," Reid grunted, his voice still thick with sleep and the heavy aftereffects of the knot.

"McCoy! Where the hell are you?" Coach Devin’s booming voice blasted through the speaker, so loud it made my bruised ribs ache just listening to it. "The rookies are already on the ice for optional drills, and your ass is missing."

Reid rolled his eyes, his chin digging lightly into my shoulder as he leaned closer to the phone. "I’m not coming to practice today, Coach. I’m at the Captain’s place. Taking care of him."

There was an immediate, dead silence on the other end of the line. Then, Coach’s tone shifted into one of pure, raw confusion.

"Taking care of Evans? Since when did you two become close enough to start taking care of each other?"