Chapter 99: Don’t look away from me [18+]

​I gasped, my hands instantly gripping his shoulders. We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be letting him do this. He was an arrogant asshole who I shouldn’t let break my walls any further. This will only... Make me lean into him more.

​But before my brain could rally a defense, Reid’s hand had already found its way down, sliding past the waistband of my briefs.

​When his warm fingers wrapped around my dick and gave a slow, deliberate stroke, my hips twitched off the mattress on their own.

He nipped at my earlobe, his breath hot and ragged against my skin as he began to whisper sweet, filthy things directly into my ear.

He caressed my side, his voice a steady, intoxicating stream of how desperately he wanted to be inside me, how much he wanted to feel my tight walls wrapping around his cock and how much he wanted to hear me moaning his name.

​I was completely ruined under him, my fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as I tried to swallow another moan.

​Slowly, his fingers slipped down from my already dripping dick, his hand sliding lower, tracking the heat building between my thighs until his fingers reached my throbbing, aching hole.

He gave the sensitive flesh a tight, little poke and my hole instinctively clamped up.

​Reid chuckled deeply against my neck, the vibration vibrating right through my bones.

"You feel it too, right? You want to feel my cock drilling your sweet hole until you cum." He shifted his weight, his heavy frame pinning me completely to the bed as his thumb stroked the entrance, finding it already wet and wanting. "We’re both horny, Evans. Don’t fight it. Just let me hold you."

I didn’t answer, but I doubt he needed one.

Reid didn’t rush. For all his usual obnoxious arrogance, there was a terrifying, calculated patience to the way he moved now. He wanted me soft. He wanted me completely unraveled.

​His hand stayed down there, his fingers tracing slow, agonizingly wet circles around my entrance, pushing just the very tip of his knuckle inside to test my slick depth.

Every time I tried to turn my head away, to find a shred of my captain’s dignity in the bright morning light, his other hand would cup my jaw, his thumb forcing my chin back toward him.

​"Look at me, Evans," he murmured, his voice thick and rough. He dipped his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of my mouth, then another to my jawline. "Don’t look away from me."

​"McCoy... please," I gasped out, my hips rolling helplessly against his palm as his finger slid in a little deeper, hooking against my prostate and my body went rigid, my eyes widening in sheer tremor.

He found my prostate without even trying.

​"Please what?" he whispered against my throat, his lips trailing down to press a warm, biting kiss right over the pulse point hammering in my neck. "Tell me what you want, my Omega."

​The word should have felt like a threat. It was the secret that could ruin my life, the label I had spent a lifetime scrubbing away with suppressants and blockers. But whispered like a prayer from his mouth, with his heavy scent completely paralyzing my judgment, it felt like an absolute surrender.

​"You," I choked out, the honesty tearing from my chest before I could stop it.

​Reid chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated right against my ribs. "That’s right. It’s me. It can only be me."

​He increased the pace of his hand, his fingers stretching me out with an uncharacteristic gentleness that made my eyes sting. He kept kissing me—deep, bruising, lazy kisses that tasted like the early morning, his tongue tangling with mine to swallow my ragged cries.

He whispered sweet, filthy praise against my lips, telling me how perfect I felt, and how beautiful I looked when I was completely at his mercy.

​The friction, the scent, and the overwhelming wave of dependency Vance had warned me about crashed over me all at once. I was completely blind to the world, entirely focused on the heat building in my gut.

​"Reid, I’m—I’m gonna—"

​"Go ahead," Reid rasped, his thumb applying a heavy, rolling pressure right at the crown of my dick while his fingers hit that internal spot repeatedly. "Cum for me, Evans. Let me feel it."

​With a choked cry, my body arched completely off the mattress. My vision went white as a violent, shattering orgasm tore through me, my thighs trembling uncontrollably against his sides as I came heavily across his fingers and my own stomach.

I was completely spent, panting heavily into the pillow, my mind spinning in the blissful, floating aftermath.

​But the haze didn’t last long.

​As my breathing began to slow, I felt the massive, rigid weight of him shifting between my thighs. The gentle, coaxing facade peeled back just enough to reveal the predatory Alpha underneath.

​Reid let out a low, ragged breath, his eyes practically black with hunger as he looked down at me. He reached down, wrapping his thick fingers around his own cock.

It was fully extended, massive, and violently throbbing, glistening in the morning light as a drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip.

Every vein on it was taut, pressing against his skin like a physical manifestation of the restraint he had just used on me.

​My throat went dry. A secret, treacherous thrill shot straight through my lower belly, a deep, primal anticipation tightening my walls. My hole was leaking heavily, aching to be filled, completely forgetting the escape plan, and the danger of the bond.

​Reid caught the look in my eyes, a dark, wicked smirk spreading across his lips as he aligned the broad head of his cock right against my dripping entrance.

​"My turn," he whispered.

Instead of the brutal, driving force I was bracing for—the kind of aggressive power play he usually favored on the field and in the bedroom—Reid paused.

He held his weight on his forearms, his chest hovering just inches above mine, his eyes locked onto my face with an intensity that felt entirely too heavy.

​Then, slowly, he began to sink his cock into me.