Page 47 of Beg for It

“Really?” Camden asks, the words sounding hitched, a little too hopeful but the look he’s giving me says he’s suspicious.

Smart little omega, but I’m not playing a game or an angle right now outside of gathering more information.

“Yes. I need you to take care of yourself, drink your water and breathe. In order to understand why you’re hiding or why it’s important, you need to explain it to me,” I say. “Drink first.”

Camden makes a face but takes another sip, the color slowly coming back to his deathly pale features.

“My secrets are life or death, Henley,” he says seriously. I hate that he’s calling me that. Ugh.

“Tell me why, after you take a bite of that cookie,” I say, my gaze heavy as I watch him obey me. His fingers are twitchy from the adrenaline dump and fear, and I need someone to send my dick a memo about how inappropriate it is to get hard right now.

I can’t help it, I know my zipper is indenting into my cock, his addictive scent making things so much worse. Yet, I can’t control myself. He’ll never know my internal struggle because I force myself to show none of it.

“My father hates two things more than anything,” Camden says, his words tripping over themselves to get out. I can tell he’s struggling, trying to stay with me instead of having a panic attack. He’s right on the edge. “Homosexuals and male omegas are weak and disgusting to him.”

Blinking, I keep my sentiment to myself. It took a long time for me to ignore gay slurs that would crop up around my pack and I.

“Even you?” I ask instead.

“He doesn’t know,” he moans weekly, gasping for air. “Henley, he can’t know. Please, you have to promise. I know you hate me, but?—”

“Remember, you promised me something, baby. Breathe, okay?” I murmur. I don’t think he caught the pet name as he sucks in a breath. “Are these suppressants how you’ve been hiding your designation?”

“Street drugs,” he admits brokenly. “I couldn’t get anything prescribed without him knowing. I’m constantly paranoid that they’re not working well, and now… I hate being right. I can only take one a day of these.”

Not all suppressants work the same way, and most legal ones don’t suppress anything other than an omega’s heat. This explains his overdose at the hospital as well. I’m not ready to ask about that yet. It’ll only push him away from me.

“You’re going to be fine. I can fix your scent,” I promise again. “Keep talking, please. Do you really believe your father would kill you if he knew you were gay and an omega?”

I know he’s both, I don’t need to ask. The way he flirts with other guys, his cheeks heating when he’s turned on.

“In a heart beat,” he says sullenly. “Dad would find someone to take my place as his successor. I don’t want his club, businesses, or anything to do with that life. I want to be able to be me. I came to Crown Well to get some space and time away from my father. I don’t want to die.” His voice cracks as he says the last part, making my cold, black heart ache.

God, he’s fucking breaking my heart. Before I know it, I’m squeezing his shoulder and kissing his temple. It’s a sweet kiss, one I didn’t know I could give. Everything about me is softer around Camden right now, yet there are still edges of possessiveness.

“No one’s going to die, baby. I have some descenting spray for you. You’re just going to spritz it all over your body, and that’ll take care of your scent,” I reassure him. “It’s safer than overdoing it on your pills.”

His flinch and wide eyes tell me everything I need to know. However, I pass it off as an innocent comment. I can also tell I shouldn’t push anymore.

“I want you to stay here tonight,” I add. “It’s late, and you shouldn’t be alone after what you went through. Finish your cookie.”

“Can I come with you?” he asks. I can tell he doesn’t want to be left alone, and I’m not going anywhere he can’t follow.

At my nod as I step away, he pops the last bite of his cookie in his mouth and stands up. I’m enjoying touching him too much. I want to kiss him, but again, that’s going to need to wait.

I need him to feel comfortable before my pack gets here. As Cam and I walk together, my phone buzzes, and I quickly step into the hall bathroom to grab the descenting spray. My alphas use this when they go hunting for their fathers. It’s better to walk in silence and that means hiding your scent as well.

“Turn as I spray,” I tell him, glancing toward the front of the house as I begin to spray him down. “Good, let me check.”

Crowding his space, I drag my nose up his neck as I inhale deeply. I’m disappointed to find his scent is nowhere to be found, but it’s for the best. This is what he needs.

“No scent at all,” I murmur, my face moving until my lips are against his. His whine makes my resolve crack, and I slant my lips over his, kissing him firmly until he fucking perfumes. “Get it out of your system, Camden. You can only whine for me.”

I’m still kissing him when the front door opens, and I’m breathing hard. Quickly, I spray the descenter over the crotch of his pants while his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Throwing the spray under the bathroom sink, I wrap my arm around his shoulders.

“You got this, Cam. Let’s go see who just got home.”

I’m so fucked.

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