Chapter 75: Look at me being a good boy [18+]

This arrogant prick. Can he not try to mess me up every single time?

Still, the moment that adhesive patch ripped away, any semblance of my hard-earned defense shattered into dust.

My mouth suddenly hung open, greedily devouring his thick, suffocating scent, my eyes turning slightly hazy as the raw biology of the bond took the reins.

My hands, which had been pushing against his broad shoulders just a second ago, lost their strength and gripped the fabric of his t-shirt instead.

Completely betrayed by my own body, I began to helplessly rock my hips forward against him, sliding my hard dick over his pulsing cock through our clothes.

"There we go," Reid muttered, a low, victorious growl vibrating deep inside his chest.

He didn’t waste another second. Keeping his grip tight around my waist with one arm, he used his free hand to roughly undo the zipper of my pants. I let out a soft, broken gasp against his shoulder as the cool air hit my dick, but the heat radiating from him was a total contrast.

Reid brought two of his long fingers to his mouth, licking them until they were slick and wet. Then, from behind, he slid his hand straight into my loosened pants, digging his hand inside until his fingers found my throbbing hole.

The contact with his fingers made my hole squeeze and then slowly, he began to push his fingers in. My inner Omega was absolutely panting like a horny dog at the contact.

"Look at me being a good boy," Reid murmured, his voice a low, mocking purr against my skin as one finger began to push its way inside me. "I’m making sure to prepare you carefully..."

"Shut up," I choked out, but the words had absolutely no bite. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt as he pushed his first finger deep into my tight, pulsing hole.

The feeling of his finger deep inside me had me arching my back, my head dropping onto his shoulder. Then he put in the second, stretching me out and causing me to shiver.

His fingers couldn’t just stop eating me up, moving with a ruthless, rhythmic persistence that thoroughly stretched the sensitive walls inside me.

This was the first time he was actually taking his time to prepare me and it was not a walk in the park. It had me panting, gasping, shivering and leaking from the front, my body occasionally removing and my dick rubbing against his hard throbbing cock.

Reid added a third finger, spreading me open completely, and the slick friction had my inner Omega crying out, my hips completely abandoning any pretense of restraint as I rolled myself against his hand, begging for more.

The scent of orchids in the room was completely out of control now, entirely overpowered and conquered by the dark, territorial wall of his frozen pine.

Every time his knuckles grazed my prostate, a white-hot spark shot straight to my gut, making my own dripping dick leak heavily against his cock.

Then, he gasped into my neck, his teeth grazing right over the pulsing, unhealed mark he had claimed.

"Fuck, Cap," his smoky eyes locked onto mine, completely dark and unhinged as he felt the desperate, rhythmic squeezing of my walls around his hand. "Look at you. You’re dripping wet for me. Want me to fuck you yet?"

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My brain was turning to mush and I just couldn’t stop rubbing my dick against his cock.

"Come on, say it," Reid growled, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly pitch that vibrated right against the pulsing mark on my neck.

His three fingers stretched me out completely, pulling a low, broken whine from my parted lips. "Say you want me to fuck you senseless. Tell me you want to feel alive, to let loose."

​I shut my eyes tight, the darkness behind my eyelids offering absolutely no protection from the sensory overload. I tried to fight it. I tried to conjure up the image of the captain’s C on my jersey, the cold arena air, the rigid boundaries I had spent years building to keep myself safe.

But my body had already lost the fight. The sheer volume of his frozen pine pheromones had flooded my system, and my unsealed scent gland was pouring out a desperate, submissive invitation that rendered my pride completely useless.

​My inner Omega was screaming, starving for the absolute fullness of him, utterly ruined by the precise, agonizingly slow preparation he was subjecting me to.

​"Fuck you... Reid." I gasped out. "I want it." The confession tore from my throat like a jagged piece of glass.

I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, my face burying into his messy blond hair as my hips gave another involuntary, begging roll against his hand.

"Fuck me, Reid. Just... shut up and do it."

​A sharp, dark chuckle rattled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph. "Good boy," he whispered viciously.

​He didn’t hesitate anymore. Keeping his grip on my waist, he withdrew his wet fingers from my twitching hole, the sudden absence making me shiver and let out an empty, pathetic whimper.

His cock was leaking though not as much as mine, having held back completely until I was ready for him. It was so thick and burning hot as it pressed directly against my entrance.

​Reid adjusted his position on the pillows, his jaw clenching hard as he carefully balanced his weight to keep any pressure off his swollen left ankle. But even with a severe sprain, his upper body and his uninjured leg held me with terrifying, immutable strength.

​He guided the blunt head of his shaft right against my dripping entrance and I watched every inch of it, my face red and subconsciously biting on my lower lips as I anticipated the violation.

​"Open up for me, Cap," Reid muttered, his smoky eyes locking onto mine, completely black with possessiveness.

​He didn’t give me time to answer. With a slow, heavy tilt of his hips, he began to sink himself deep inside me.

I thought he was going to go slow, but just as he tilted his hips up to sink his cock inside me, he clenched my waist hard and then with a hard force, pushed me down to meet his thrust, shoving the entirety of his cock inside me, hitting my lungs and stealing my breath away.