Page 115 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Scorch Squad was still new back then, and I’d felt out of my depth on a team with such accomplished Alphas. But as I bled like a stuck pig, waiting for my Beta healing to kick in, Viper had clapped me on the shoulder with pride. He said that we were brothers now, connected by the blood we spilled together. When the wound healed over, he helped me dig the knife back in, interrupting the healing process and creating a permanent scar. It’s a symbol of my belonging. A lifelong mark that proves I’m one of them.
I focus on breathing evenly, each breath pushing the need for her deeper inside me.
After a few moments, I hear the rustle of fabric as she unzips her pants. The soft groan that follows has my palms itching to touch her, but I stay rooted to the spot.
Her heavy breathing hitches and I know she’s touching her clit. I press my forehead to the tops of my knees and squeeze my eyes shut.
The sounds coming from behind me are obscene. Soft, wet noises as she plays with her pussy. I try to breathe through my mouth and not my nose, but her scent keeps getting stronger.
I think I age a hundred years as I wait for her to reach her release.
Except she never does. Small squeaks of frustration finally explode in a scream of defeat.
“I can’t!”
My whole body shakes as I struggle to block out the very real temptation to look back at her.
“Shade…” she sounds so desperate. So needy. Asking prettily for me.
I pinch the back of my hand to keep a steady hold of myself. It works until she speaks again.
“…Daddy, please touch me.”
I’m done. I’m broken. There isn’t a decision to make. I simply give up fighting what we both want.
She called me Daddy. I knew she’d noticed my interest when she’d called me ‘Squad Daddy’ before, but she’s using the term like a weapon. It’s a critical hit.
“Baby girl, you’ve done it now,” I growl, fire flooding my veins as I turn and take her in.
Her pants are off entirely, leaving one pant leg drooping from her boot and her wet white panties sticking to her swollen lower lips.
“Daddy, I need you.”
She looks so sweet and vulnerable laying before me, and the need to protect her swells within me.
“Okay, sweet little Omega. I’m going to make you feel so good. We’ll take care of the ache and then you’ll feel better.”
I crawl between her legs and lock eyes with her as I press my hands to the inside of her knees and push. She lets me move her body like a doll.
I lower my head and hover above her glistening pussy, letting her feel the hot puffs of air on the wet fabric of her panties. I inhale deeply and my head swims from the intense scent.
“Please, Daddy Shade. It aches.”
The others will understand. How can I resist her sweet pleas?
I dive in, licking a gentle stripe from the base of her hot pussy to the top. I don’t touch her clit, not knowing how sensitive she is.
My baby girl is going to be treated like a queen.
“Hold on to my hair, use me to get yourself off,” I grunt before diving back down. I suck on the wet panties, groaning to myself as her slick coats my tongue. I’ve never understood the Alpha hysteria over Omega slick, but I do now.
I want her to coat me in it.
With one finger, I tug down the fabric by the gusset, revealing her thick thighs.
“Oh, look at you. You’re all swollen and so wet. My baby girl has such a pretty pussy,” I say softly, watching as the praise washes over her like a soothing caress, and she preens. I thought I detected a praise kink, but this is the confirmation I needed.
Licking slow circles around her nub, I don’t directly touch it but graze it with my teeth and lips. Her hips buck up as if magnetized by my touch, and a deep purr escapes her throat that sends shivers down my spine.
