Reid came back later, and I was lounging on the couch, on one of his shirts and in my boxers. That was it. I hadn’t been able to figure out the AC unit, so this was the next best thing. 

“Doctor Connell gave me a higher strength suppressant for you to take. He thinks your rut cycle might be stronger this time, because I exposed you to mine.”

I ignored him. Not because I was trying to be rude, but because I was trying not to demand that he fuck me until I pass out. 

“Have you eaten anything, Samuel?”

“No.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

He walked to the back bedroom, where he dumped me before, and he was gone for a few minutes before he came back, only in sweatpants. 

“Put more clothing on.” I hissed. 

“I’m far more covered than you are.”

“Do you not seem to understand that I’m burning through suppressants and am reacting to your pheromones?”

Reid shrugged and walked back to the kitchen. He started cooking something, and I watched him the entire time. He plated the food and called me to come sit down. 

“Before I even entertain the idea of you wanting me to fuck you again, you’re going to eat. You recessive Alpha’s like to go off food while in a rut,” Reid said, as he set food down in front of me as I sat down. 

“Thank you.” 

He sat down with half of the food and started eating. I watched him as I pushed the food around that he made. I brought the fork to my mouth and ate a few bites while he was watching me. 

“Samuel. You need to eat.”

“I am.” I huffed.

“Now. A moment ago you were playing with it.”

“Whatever.” I hummed, shoving another bite in my mouth. Whatever he made had rice, veggies, and meat. The spices were nice, too. 

“Why is it you recessive Alphas go off eating for your ruts?”

“Our ruts are infrequent, so we don’t rely on a monthly or bimonthly date. It just happens when it happens. Food is a distant thought.”

“Eat more.”

“I don’t feel like it.”

“You made sure I ate and drank enough. I’m going to do the same for you, Samuel.”

“Tsk. Unnecessary.”

“You still need to eat and drink. It will be harder on your body to recover if you neglect to give it the things it needs.” Reid said, 

“I’m pretty sure I know that,” I said flatly. 

“Then eat.” Reid demanded. 

“I said, I don’t feel like it.” I hissed. 

“Then I don’t feel like helping you with your rut, Samuel.”

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me, Samuel.”

I set the fork down and stood up. I took the plate to the counter and set it there. 

“Thank you for the food. I’m going home.” 

“Samuel, that isn’t wise.” Reid said, still eating his dinner. “Bring me your dinner.”

I picked the food back up and took it to the table. He pulled the chair out beside him and took the food from me when I held it out. “Sit.”

“I’m going—--”

“You’re going to sit down and stop your shit, Samuel.”

I sat down. This close to him, his pheromones were gentle, but distracting. He stuck his fork out to me full of food, and I leaned forward and took the bite. He kept feeding me bites until half my plate was gone and I refused more food. 

“No. I can’t.”

“Eat this last bite.”

“It’s too much food already.”

“Do you starve yourself every time you go into a rut?”

While thinking about my answer to that, he gave me a glass, and told me to drink it. I drank the water absentmindedly and tried to figure out if he was right. Did I starve myself every time?

“Probably. I don’t have an appetite for food.”

“You’re not used to still having to eat with your rut cycle because it isn’t normal, like a dominant Alpha’s.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“That’s concerning. But I’ve seen it with my brother,” Reid said, as he finished up eating. “Is that why you were so adamant about me eating and drinking?”

“Yes. You were already dehydrated when I got there. I didn’t really think about the fact you dominant Alpha’s still eat in your rut. Your brother was so worried, and I just spaced it.”

“Do you want some ice cream?” he asked. 

“Ice cream… no. But speaking about your brother, did you two mellow out your issues?”

“Were we supposed to?” Reid said and stared at me. I sighed as I stood up and stretched. I felt like my skin was too tight and warm all over. But I was responding to the current dosage of medication better, but I was thankful for the higher dose from Doctor Connell. 

“Now then, Samuel.”

I looked up, and Reid was standing up, his eyes on me. 

“What?” 

“Don’t you want me to fuck you senseless again?”

I didn’t answer him. I walked up and slinked my hand up around his neck and into his hair. “Watch it. I still don’t like you.”

He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. “Could have fooled me. You were demanding I fix this earlier.” 

He walked to the bedroom and tossed me on the top of the bed. Looking at the floor, quickly at some point, he cleaned up the contents of my bag. He set my bag in the chair, with my coat, and other clothing. 

“Let me get some lube, and condoms—--”

“Just the lube. No point in the condoms, you’ll just fucking break them again.”

“Understood.”

I peeled my boxers off and tossed them on the floor by the chair. I sat on the bed and crossed my legs, waiting for him. He came back from the bathroom with a bottle of lube. He gave me the bottle and peeled his sweatpants off. He was naked under them, and I smirked. 

“Do you like what you are looking at?” he asked, a cocky smile on his face. 

“Depends.” I muttered. 

“On?”

“If you’re going to keep talking, or if you’re going to get over here and fuck me.”

“Ah. Less talking, more fucking. I can do that. But don’t tell you intend this to be only once, because I’m breaking that rule already,” he said, getting to the bed and taking the lube from me. “Ass up, unless you want to walk funny for a week.”

“Two days was enough, thank you.” I hissed. 

I moved into the proper position, and he got to work. He jerked my cock as he stretched me. I hated to say it, but it was less work now than it was before. He could get more fingers in quicker. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock after he lubed up. I felt him press in and it was still uncomfortable, but not nearly as bad. This I could deal with easily. 

He pushed deeper until he was all the way in and gripped my hips. He waited for a few minutes, moving slowly until I shoved my hips back. “Did you want me to fuck you, or are you wanting to take over, Samuel?”

“God, just stop talking and fuck me, Reid!”

Reid got the idea. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me up. My shoulders were pressed against his pecs and he was being quite rough, but I didn’t hate it. Not at all. I gasped as he moved faster and harder. His grip was tight on me, and I could smell his pheromone radiating off of him. My hips moved in rhythm with his, and I felt like I was going to lose my control.

I wanted to bite him. 

Shaking off that terrible thought, I focused on his body and the feelings he was giving me. He let go of me suddenly, and I had no choice but to lean further against him and wrap my arm around the back of his neck. He used his now free hands to grip my hips and control them the way he wanted. 

The sound of our skin slapping together and our panting was like a melody in the bedroom. I felt my heart rate pick up as I felt my body getting hotter. I closed my eyes and just let the moment take over. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. Reid wrapped his hand around my cock and helped dangle me over the cliff before dropping me. 

An orgasm rocked my entire being. I wanted to bite him again. 

“Reid…”

“Yes, Samuel?”

“I want to ride you.”

“Later,” he hummed, pulling out of me and unwrapping my arm from his neck. He lifted me onto the bed and got up on the bed, too. He moved me so that I was lying on my stomach. Moving my legs around, he put me in the exact position he wanted. He laid his body on top of mine, and his pheromones wrapped around me. 

He eased himself into me and covered my body completely with his. His lips brushed the back of my neck as he moved his hips. He felt so deep, and it only got worse when he moved slightly a little later. I could feel every single inch of him inside of me, and I hated how good it felt. I could get used to this feeling. 

Tasting Reid’s pheromones, I wanted to kiss him, actually taste his pheromones properly.

He disrupted those thoughts when his movements became faster as he neared his climax, and my body trembled in anticipation. Closing my eyes, I moaned in pleasure as I felt him explode inside of me. 

“Move I want—---”

“I can’t,” he grunted. I felt him. He knotted. “I knotted, though I doubt that is solely my fault.” He whispered in my ear. This was just his body responding to my rut, and pheromones, along with a few other factors. 

He pulled out of me when he could and rolled onto his back. He was still panting. Moving, I sat on his hips, and he looked at me. Pulling me down and pressing a kiss to my lips. His tongue dominated my mouth, and his pheromones intoxicated me. 

Breaking the kiss, I dipped my head into his shoulder and took a deep breath of his skin, licking the skin right there. 

Biting down on the skin right there, I felt his skin break, and he hissed. His hand tightened in my hair as he yanked me back. My pheromones flooded my mouth in reaction to the bite. But Reid was making it hard to coat the bite in my saliva. 

“Naughty. Naughty.”

I licked my lips, and he muttered something before he let go of me, and I licked the bite I created, bathing it in my pheromones.

 I knew well that as long as this mark was on his skin, it would serve as a pheromone warning to others. I didn’t care. I needed to fill the urge.