Page 7 of Beg for It

“So since I don’t know you yet, I think you should tell me about yourself. Maybe starting with your name? It’s a little awkward to continue calling you the cute pink-haired beta in my head, don’t you think?” I keep the question teasing as I turn him around and begin to lead him back to the party. His messy pink hair looks as if he’s been running his fingers through it.

Is he stressed? I noticed some anxiety and shyness when I first saw him, is that why he’s fucking with his hair?

“Camden,” the little beta says immediately.

“I’m Henley, but my friends call me Lee,” I tell him. I’ll let him call me Lee until I can decide if he’s a spy. It also gives him the veneer of familiarity, which is often where people fuck up and give away too much. Because of who our dads are, everyone is a potential enemy. I can never be too careful. It’s my job to keep us all protected.

That’s why information is power. I’m in charge of getting it, guarding it, and deciding when to use it. I take my job very seriously, which is why I’m going to need to learn everything I can about Camden.

And then I’ll dig some more on my own.

“Oh, okay,” Camden says, shooting me a weird look. I noticed that he was speaking to Jamie earlier, maybe he warned him about us.

Asshole. The alpha he spoke to earlier is a football player that’s on the team with Brooks. The only reason we tolerate him is because of his father’s connections. I really dislike him though.

This will take some finessing. It’s better when my target doesn’t know I’m the predator in this scenario. I’m very intense on a good day, maybe I can try flirting with him to help him relax a bit with me.

“Which means you should call me Lee,” I tease him, throwing my arm over his shoulders as I lead him inside. I force my body to stay languid and loose as it brushes against him. My cock is showing interest which is another black mark against him, because it means my obsession will get twisted quickly. Poor little beta. “Let’s get you a drink.”

It takes a while to get him to relax, but a sip or two of his drink helps. I don’t typically drink at these things, however I break my own rule for once. Not drinking with him would be odd. I’m already someone he’s not sure if he should trust.

“What are you majoring in?” I ask him as I take another sip of my drink. It’s loud in the house, and I’m already thinking longingly about my closed off security room. At least it’s sound proofed. I can watch all the shit people do from the comforting silence of my secret room.

I joked that Camden may be a spy, but I fit that description pretty well.

“Business with a minor in communications,” he says with a small smile. “I want to find a way to be able to make a difference. I’m hoping I’ll be able to decide what direction I want to take as I attend classes.”

“That’s noble,” I state, amusement clear in my voice. “I’m a little jaded in my view of people. I’m going to count on you to prove me wrong, Camden.”

“I don’t think the world is black and white,” he says. “You have to decide what shade of grey works best for you, and then work your ass off to make it even better.”

“Philosophical when you drink, I see,” I tease him, enjoying his shy smile as he shrugs. “That’s an interesting idea, I just unfortunately see a lot of shitty people.”

“You need new friends,” he says, hiccuping as he blushes.

“I only surround myself with the best of people,” I tell him, smirking. “I don’t usually do this, but–”

“Camden!” a voice roars, forcing me to wipe the annoyance that wants to blanket my features. No one should ever interrupt me during a fact finding mission.

Would it be noticeable if I dragged Camden into another room?

Jamie bounds across the room like an over excited golden retriever, eager to fuck up my day.

Swallowing down every word I want to say tastes sour in my mouth as I watch him pull Camden into his arms. I’m jealous that he flushes for Jamie the way he did for me.

Is he just a little cock tease? My heart pounds as I think about treating him the way little cock whores should be treated: on their knees as they submit to me.

Maybe the guys will like him too. They’re the only ones I like to share my toys with, after all.

“Jamie,” I say coolly, taking a sip of my now warm beer. Fuck, this stuff tastes like shit. If I’m going to drink, it should at least not taste like piss.

“I thought you didn’t like parties,” he says. “You’re like a vampire, hiding away from the world.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” I say, rolling my eyes. “It’s dark out, so I’m exactly where I should be. Maybe you shouldn’t work your tiny brain so hard. Besides, you’re interrupting me and being rude. I was having a conversation with Camden here.”

“Eh, snooze you lose,” Jamie says. “I’m here now, and he’s my best friend. I’m stealing him away to dance. He’s all mine. Can you shake your money maker, Camden?”

“Ah, yeah, I think so? Haven’t done much dancing before.” he says, a laugh bubbling up. “I could give it a shot.”

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