Page 54 of Beg for It

And he’s right. Brooks mentioned that Cam said no, tried to get away from him when Brooks pushed him up against the equipment shed. So Brooks did stop. He didn’t push Cam to do more than he was comfortable with and let him go. Because while we might want to see the little beta get on his knees for us, we would never become monsters and force it.

Camden stares at us as we sit down at the table, and very slowly nods. It’s not perfect, but it’s a very good start.

HENLEY

The little omega next to me is very quiet and in his head as he thinks. I understand that our pack is a lot. We have our own way of thinking, and believe that the world should bend to us and not the other way around. Whatever happens, I refuse not to get what I want because he’s afraid of us.

That’s simply unacceptable.

“What’s going on in there?” I ask, my hand reaching out to smooth the wrinkles from his forehead. He truly is overthinking.

“I’m trying to figure out how this works. It’s a lot to take in, you know? Between last night–” he whispers, looking away. “Then there’s everything that’s happened so far this year, my mind is a mess.” He looks back at me. “But…” he chews on his lip, a little blush gracing his cheeks. “As much as they scare me, I like being around them too.”

Breathing deeply, I enjoy his cotton candy scent as I pull my thoughts together. Even though Camden sprayed himself down with descenting spray, I can still smell him. My alphas must have their heads in the sand if they can’t because their noses are better than mine.

The little omega has convinced everyone that he’s a beta through sheer strength of will because all the dots connect in the opposite direction. If you continually tell people you’re something else, they start to believe you. My alphas will soon find out what Camden is, but not yet.

I’ll keep this secret to myself for a while longer. The pieces that are only mine are addicting. The video cameras, the private moments only I’ll get to see, they’re just meant for me.

I’ll learn to share when I need to.

“You must be an adrenaline junkie,” I tease him. “We’re not soft men, but we do love hard. We’ll always keep you safe, go toe to toe with your father when that becomes necessary. You can’t hide forever behind pills and lies, Camden. It’s not right. You deserve to be able to be who you are.”

“Just the idea of that scares me,” he admits. “My anxiety is an asshole. It tells me that I need to hide or die. There’s no other way. Just the thought of my father finding out, sends me into a tailspin in my own mind.”

“What if there could be?” I insist, pulling into a parking spot in front of his dorms. “You’re not alone anymore Cam. And yes, while our actions haven’t really shown us to be very nice when it comes to you, that's going to change. Mind you, we’re not nice people in general, but for you, we’re going to make a bit of an exception,” I wink, loving the way his cheeks turn crimson.

“Why?” he asks, voice so low I almost can’t hear him.

“Why what?”

“Why me? Why do you three want me? I understand why you set your sights on me, you thought I was the enemy. But why did you go from wanting me gone, to just… wanting me?”

“There’s been something about you from the start,” I shrug. “Past the hatred, there’s been this pull. This attraction. Now that the hate is gone, that part is shining through.”

“Oh,” He turns to look out the window.

“Come on, I’ll walk you in.”

There’s no room for argument as we get out of the car, and walk up to his room. People glance at us, which leads me to acknowledge that I’m just as bad as my alphas when I snarl soundlessly at them. I may appear to be the sane one, but I don’t want people to get too comfortable with Camden in these dorms.

It’s still early, and people are going about their business, heading to class. Still, I need to do the equivalent of peeing on Camden.

If I could just move him in with us, I would.

“Thanks for everything—” Camden starts to say as he unlocks the door.

“I didn’t say I was ready to leave,” I murmur, pushing him inside as I follow him. “We aren’t done yet.”

Slamming the door closed, I press Cam against it, devouring his lips. Fuck, he even tastes like cotton candy.

“You’re delicious,” I rasp, going back for more. “I bet your cum even tastes just as good as your lips do. Maybe even better.”

I can feel the outline of his cock as I rub against him, and we both groan as I grind our dicks together.

“When I said we are your pack, that wasn’t a suggestion,” I say, kissing down his throat. His guttural moan is ambrosia, and my dick twitches with desire. “We’re possessive, we will not back down, but I promise you’ll love every fucking second. Just…like…this.”

Camden’s fingers hold tightly onto my arms, his whimpers getting louder.

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