Chapter 73: I need a distraction

I turned on my heel and walked toward the front door, my keys jingling in my hand. I was eager to get out of this penthouse, to put some distance between myself and the suffocatingly thick presence of this man.

​But just as my fingers brushed the cold metal handle, a heavy, familiar weight dropped over the room.

​The scent of frozen pine didn’t just rise; it surged. It came rushing off the sofa in a thick, dark, and predatory wave, instantly catching the hyper-reliant edge of my Omega brain. My hole gave a sudden, treacherous squeeze, and my entire body went on high alert.

​I ground my teeth and spun around, my back slamming against the front door as I put myself on the defensive. "What do you think you’re doing, McCoy?"

​Reid didn’t look like a wounded patient anymore. He had tossed the light blanket aside, and his smoky grey eyes were burning with a restless, unhinged intensity that had nothing to do with hockey.

​"You’re not leaving yet, Cap," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, raw register. He lazily gestured down toward his lap. "Just as I’m your line partner on the ice... I’m your fuck buddy off it. And right now, I need a distraction."

​My eyes involuntarily flicked down, and my breath instantly hitched in my throat. Beneath his loose grey t-shirt, his sweatpants were pushed tight, his massive cock already poking rigidly against the fabric.

​I stared at it, my mind scrambling in sheer disbelief. How the hell did he get hard from a full belly? No, it was more than that—was the physical pain completely going to his head?

​"Are you insane?" I gritted out, my knuckles turning white as I gripped my keys. "Your ankle is practically a balloon. Is the agony making you delirious?"

​"My ankle hurts like absolute hell, Evans," Reid rasped, a sharp, dark smirk cutting across his face as he tilted his head back against the pillows. His chest heaved in a slow, heavy rhythm. "That’s exactly why I need to get my mind off it. And right now..." He took a deep, audible breath through his nose, his eyes locking onto mine with an unyielding hunger. "I can sniff those orchids of yours. Your pheromones smell a hell of a lot more delicious than the breakfast you just made me."

​"Control yourself," I spat, forcing a flat, deadpan stare to keep my inner Omega from completely shattering under his dominant broadcast. "I’m leaving. Deal with it yourself."

​I turned back toward the handle, but his smooth, arrogant drawl cut through the space before I could turn the lock.

​"You didn’t forget our arrangement, right, Captain?"

​The words hit me like a bucket of ice water, freezing me in place.

​"I agreed to keep my mouth tight-lipped about your little secret," Reid reminded me, his voice dripping with an insufferable, victorious venom that anchored me right in his orbit. "And in return, I get to touch you and have you however I want when it’s just the two of us. Since I can’t move right now, you’re the one who has to take care of us."

​He slowly licked his lower lip, his smoky eyes tracing the line of my body with pure, unadulterated possessiveness.

​"Right now, I’m hungry, but it’s definitely not for food. I want to eat you up, Captain," he whispered, a dark, perverted glint exploding behind his pupils. "So be a good boy... come over here, and hump on my cock."

I know. I didn’t forget for a second the kind of scum and arrogant blackmailer he was, but hearing him say it out loud each time made my blood absolutely boil.

​I couldn’t just storm out—the threat to my life and my career was too real, too locked behind his teeth—but I also couldn’t just give in like I was looking forward to it. He wanted me to hump on his cock? Like hell I would. That time was diffierent. I was in heat but now I have a clear mind. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me ride him like some obedient doll while he lounged back on his expensive cushions.

​Yet, right on cue, my inner Omega swooned in that exact second, completely intoxicated by the heavy, demanding surge of frozen pine filling the room.

​Shut up, you, I snarled internally, violently locking the biological reflex away.

​Keeping my face a perfectly flat, cold mask, I took off my jacket just as quickly as I had worn it, letting it drop carelessly onto the opposite armchair. I walked back over to the sofa, each step heavy and deliberate, stopping right at the edge of his leather cushions.

​"I’m not in the mood," I said, my voice cutting through the thick air like a blade of ice.

​"I’ll put you in the mood," he retorted instantly, his smoky grey eyes flashing with that snobbish, victorious confidence as he adjusted his position against the pillows.

​"Don’t bother," I muttered, narrowing my eyes at him.

​Instead of climbing onto his lap, I slowly sank down, letting my knees hit the thick, expensive rug directly in front of his lower body on the couch. I reached out, my fingers wrapping firmly around the waistband of his grey sweatpants. "I’ll use my hands instead."

​Reid let out a low, rough huff, a lazy, perverted smirk splitting across his handsome face as he looked down at me from the pillows.

​"Awn, why not a nice ol’ fellatio?" he drawled, his voice dripping with that insufferable arrogance.

"I said I’ll use my hands," I repeated flatly, my fingers already undoing the tie line of his sweatpants.

​Then, I pulled the pants slightly lower down his waist and his thick, rigid cock immediately freed itself, pulsing with a dark, commanding heat in the cool air of the penthouse.

Up close, the sheer volume of his pheromones was nearly blinding, a raw wave of frozen pine rushing over my face.

​"I doubt you’ve had your bath, and the musk is very strong—especially now," I muttered, my hands wrapping firmly around the base of his shaft.

I squeezed slightly, just enough to remind him who was in control of his pleasure right now, before lifting my fierce gaze to meet his. "I’m not into sucking dirty cocks."

​Reid let out a low, rough gasp at the sudden grip, his head dropping back against the leather pillows as his chest heaved. But the snobbish, unyielding prick didn’t lose his smirk for long. He tilted his chin down, staring down at me with a dark, heavy intensity that made my skin prickle.

​"Oh yeah?" he rumbled, his voice dropping into a deep, raspy vibration. He slowly lifted his hand, his long fingers trailing over the line of my cheekbone, pressing just enough to force me to keep looking at him. "But you sucked it real good when we were at the cabin even when I’d cum loads inside you." He said and my hole gave a little instinctive squeeze. "And I bet your thoughts are even dirtier right now. Don’t you just love to have me control you and make you beg?"