Page 114 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
“I’m sorry,” she says, her eyes flicking to focus on me. Her pupils are blown wide. “I’m… I can’t stop it…”
My protective instincts flare. “It’s okay, you’ve done nothing wrong. It’s natural.”
“I just don’t get any private time to, you know, let off some steam,” she admits with a shy grimace.
I nod. I understand, ’cause I swear our team has never jerked off so much in a short span of time before. We’ve been ducking off into the forest to find relief, but I never considered she’d need private time for such activities too.
“Shade? Please, I need…”
My whole body jerks in surprise.
She’s asking for me. By name. I thought for sure the word ‘Alpha’ would slip from her lips. It’s what Omegas need, isn’tit? All the research I did in preparation for her arrival suggests Omegas look to an Alpha to take care of their sexual needs.
She taking on that same dreamy expression we’ve dubbed Omega sub-space—O-space.
She usually seeks comfort and protection from the Alphas. Well, Blaze and Viper; Knox is a different story. Viper in particular seems to forget himself, and the big lug does his duty with what I suspect is sheer joy. Viper is besotted with her, but still tries to play it cool around her. He’s not fooling anyone.
However, right now, she’s looking at me with a different kind of instinctual need. It’s not soft cuddles and words of affirmation that she craves.
“Do you need to take the edge off, baby girl?” I ask softly.
She emphatically nods her head, her previous embarrassment drowned out by the desperate hunger clawing from within.
“Okay,” I breathe, shaking my head again to think through the fog of my arousal. “Okay.”
Think like a soldier, Shade.
This is a problem, and I need to provide a solution. This is what I’m good at. My problem-solving test results were off the charts, so this should be a breeze. Except I can’t think. My head is swimming in Omega pheromones.
Ah, that’s it. She seems to like my scent.
“Okay, here you go, baby girl.” I reach over my head and pull off my shirt, the sweat from our hike making it extra musky. I lay it down on the ground for her to sit on. It’s not a nest, but it’s better than the cold dirt. “Take your time to, err… take care of yourself. I’ll just head over—”
I search the tree line for somewhere to make myself scarce.
An unmistakable sound of her purr catches my attention.
It’s deep, and needy, and intimate.
Every time she’s purred for Viper while he’s tucked her into her nest, my cock has been rock-fucking-hard for hours.
“Shade, please don’t leave.”
She’s purring forme.
Her big, purple eyes look imploringly at me.
I have to back away from this situation. The others will skin me alive if I touch her when I’ve been the one harping on about staying professional.
But I can’t leave her. Not when she’s asking for me. The Beta. The one she shouldn’t want.
I forcefully rake my hand through my hair, releasing a deep exhale.
“I won’t go. I’ll just look away, okay?”
She frowns, but nods.
I give her my naked back, and I can feel her eyes skating over my skin like a hot brand. I have a scar on my right shoulder blade, the skin raised, pink and shiny, from when I caught a machete during a covert operation in the north. The locals weren’t happy to see the military in their region and took us by surprise while we staked out a nearby hostile human encampment.
