Page 40 of Beg for It

It’s a busy night, despite it being a weekday, but there’s always a reason to come out and party in this town. We get the businessmen who are with clients who don’t know about the sex club attached to this building, as well as couples looking for an exciting date night. They’ll have a drink or two before moving on to the more risqué part of their night.

I live for being able to offer something exclusive and different, which is why I pitched this idea to the guys as a way to make money separately from our fathers’ crew. It gives us all independence.

Our fathers understand that and gave us their blessing. Regardless of how I feel about my own father and how I’m convinced he’s disappointed that I’m not an alpha like the rest of my pack, he is proud of us.

“He’s doing a good job,” I mumble, taking a sip of the drink Camden made. “He has no idea who his new bosses are.”

“I can’t wait to see his face,” River admits. “It needs to be carefully planned. I want him on his knees, panting and needy when he finally realizes that he’s walked into a trap.”

“You need his mouth around your dick,” Brooks says, lost in thought as he remembers his stalk and face fuck with the little beta. “His fear is delicious.”

“I think you get off on it,” I tease him, knowing my dick is just as hard as I move Camden expertly around the chess board of our agendas.

He thinks the decisions are his, but they are thoroughly steered by outside forces.

“Do you know where he’s been all this time?” Brooks asks.

“No,” I sigh. “I do know he won’t be able to take a piss without me watching anymore. I have cameras everywhere.”

“That’s what you get when you run,” Brooks says with a shrug. “Speaking of running, I am getting the itch to stretch my legs and chase someone.”

Smirking, I nod. “I’m working on that,” I murmur, taking a long sip of my whiskey. I wanted something that would burn tonight. “Remember the girl who came to speak to me, River?”

“The annoying one,” he sneers. “Oh yeah. Do you deserve your dick sucked?”

A large smile curls over my lips, a real one for the first time all day.

“I was a perfect gentleman, and was reminded by Nancy about the Presidents’ Club meeting to plan something special for the freshman to welcome them to Crown Well,” I tell him, feeling almost giddy. “I think we should do everything in our power to make him feel very welcome that night.”

“Don’t they usually plan some ridiculous activity in the woods—” Brooks cuts himself off as he thinks about all of the possibilities. “Fuck, that’ll be fun. We’ll cut him off from his group, and fucking chase him down. When is that going to be?”

“Two to three weeks,” I say with a low chuckle. “I’ll push for two so we can have our fun.”

“Perfect,” Brooks growls, the vibration moving up my body as I shiver.

I stay and hang out until Camden finishes his shift, and then follow him home at a distance. He’s very skittish, though he was comfortable at the club. Is it because he’s out in the open?

Looking around before he sneaks into the dorm where he belongs, he walks across the lobby and slides into an elevator that’s open. I’m more and more confused by his actions, and get into an elevator that I call down by pushing the button.

I’m impatient, so it feels as if it takes forever to get to his floor. I know it’s straight up here, no one is in my way, but knowing there’s both a tracker and a sedative in my pocket in case I need it is making me feel as if everything is taking forever.

When the door opens, I take a full breath, which explains why my vision was getting blurry. I was holding it. Shit.

Pulling out my phone, I stalk the little beta as he goes through his bedtime routine, and by the time I arrive at his door, he’s sleeping.

I guess his first shift at the bar wore him out.

My key fits perfectly in the lock, and I silently open it. No one will say a word about my presence outside his door, as I’ve been walking back and forth enough over the course of his absence.

People probably think I’m fucking his tight ass.

My cock twitches in complaint, and I remind it of our reward. River said he’d wait up for me to deliver it with his hot, wet mouth.

It’s child’s play to step inside and shut the door behind myself, and Camden doesn’t move a muscle. He’s piled the blankets over himself, his head barely sticking out on his pillow. Amused because I don’t know anyone who sleeps like this, I move closer to tug down the blankets. The whine he makes is one of annoyance and makes me smile.

His guard is down in his sleep. I want to strip away all of his defenses, find out where he’s been and why. The scent blockers throw up so many red flags along with the setup of his room, but I can’t accuse him of anything without proof. For now, I’m keeping the kernels of information that I do have to myself.

Removing the syringe from my pocket, I smirk as I think about how I bought this from a local pet supply store. He’ll only feel a small pinch when I inject it where his shoulder and neck meet, and I read it’s rare to feel any pain. If my little rabbit keeps running from me, I’ll have to treat him like a pet.

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