Page 28 of Beg for It

I groan, biting my lower lip as the heat of him feels so fucking good against me. Camden whines, fucking whines and pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock.

“You like this don't you?” I ask, leaning into him and brushing my lips against his in a teasing way. He slams his eyes shut, trying to shake his head. But I can feel the way his blood beats rapidly against my thumb.

If I wasn’t feeling the evidence for myself, I’d say it was in fear. Maybe it’s both. But getting an erection isn’t normally the first response when someone attacks you.

Unless you're a sick little freak.

“Now you're lying to yourself.” I tisk. “It’s okay.” I murmur, running my nose along his jaw. “We’re all fucked up deep down.” I pull back with a sinister grin. “Especially me and my pack. And oh boy do we have some fun things planned for you.”

“Please.” He begs. Please what? Please let him go? Or does he want me to do something else to his sinfully sexy body. Like take care of the hardness throbbing against my own.

“Shhh.” I hush him, my eyes dropping to the way his lower lip trembles as I brush my thumb against his throat, feeling him swallow hard against my hand. “I won’t hurt you.” My gaze slowly creeps back to his and my lip quirks up into a smirk. “Much.”

CAMDEN

My whole world is crashing down around me right now and I don’t know what to do. I want to scream, to cry, to tell Brooks to get the fuck off of me and run.

Only my body is frozen in place, unable to move. Shock or terror pump wildly through me, or both? I don’t know but when I need my body to cooperate the most, it utterly betrays me.

A part of me knew that there was a chance of this happening, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

But reality is slapping me in the face as Brooks’ calming scent of campfire smoke fills my nose. My body is lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree, my cock painfully hard. Brooks is my scent match. I can feel it in my bones, my soul screaming at me that it’s true.

After finding out about River, I knew I couldn’t take the risk of how my body might react if I ended up around him again, so I started wearing a butt plug. With the way they’ve made it their life’s mission to fuck with me, I knew that would be sooner rather then later.

It’s not the most comfortable, but it does the job because I know for a fact if I wasn’t wearing it, I’d be gushing slick right now.

This is so much more intense than my encounter with River, Brooks’ scent is choking me, making it hard to breathe.

The worst of it all is I’m so turned on, I feel like if he doesn’t touch me, the world will fucking end.

Pure hatred fills me, equally for Brooks as it is for myself.

What is wrong with me? How could I be so fucking pathetically desperate for his touch right now. He’s literally degrading me, threatening me and here I am panting over him like a bitch in heat, ready to get down on my knees and beg him to let me pull his cock out and choke on it while he calls me a good boy.

His wild eyes bore into mine, and it’s like I’m hypnotized.

I’ve heard stories of how intense a scent match bond can be, but never in my life did I think it would make me want to toss all my sanity and morals out the window. Unfortunately, here we are.

All I can do is thank whatever Gods are watching that my suppressants are working. He can’t smell me, he doesn’t know what I am to him. Even a person with the best poker face in the world wouldn’t be able to hide their reaction to finding their scent match.

Brooks thinks my reaction is because I fear him. And fuck, do I ever right now.

“Cat got your tongue?" Brooks taunts.

“Please.” I try again, only it comes out more like a plea. Fuck. I’m so screwed. I’m utterly lost to him right now. I can’t think with his scent messing with my mind.

“I sure do love to hear you beg.” Brooks chuckles and I gasp, my cock jerking against my jeans as he squeezes my throat at the same time he rolls his hips, grinding his cock against mine again.

And I fucking moan in pleasure.

“Look at you.” Brooks growls, nipping at my lip. “So fucking needy and desperate. You like this. You like being handled like you’re nothing.” he grins. “You’re almost making it too easy for us, Camden. Come on, fight back, just a little bit.”

I’m breathing so hard and fast I feel dizzy, like I might pass out.

And when Brooks steps back and slips his hand between us, his large hand covering my bulge and squeezing, my head rolls back.

“Come on, Camden. Beg for me. All you gotta do is ask and I’ll slip my hand down around your cock and make you feel so fucking good. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to be a good little whore and let me jerk you off. Make you come undone for your enemy?”

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