Page 122 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
He tilts his head back and his nostrils flare as he samples the air.
Oh?
Oh!
He’s smelling my slick.
I’d been so caught up in my latest drama that I’d forgotten that Shade and I had done something very against the rules barely an hour earlier.
Knox walks forward and his scent drifts closer. It’s dark and exotic like him. Ink and spice. My thighs press together and an ache flares through me despite Shade’s thorough efforts to satiate my sexual hunger.
Dammit.
All it took was a whiff of Prime Asshole for my libido to jump start again.
I come to a stop in front of him. He hasn’t even commanded me to approach, his bright eyes doing all the talking, practically dragging me closer like a magnetic force. I stare back, no longer bothering to avert my eyes in deference to his rank and designation. Today has drained me of my ability to be intimidated by him.
Knox narrows his eyes at me.
“Where’s Shade?” he asks sharply.
“He…” I’m not sure if I should tell him or leave out our indiscretions. Secrets are dangerous, but telling him the truth might be far worse.
After all, I’d defied the top orders my Prime Alpha had given me on my first day.
Obey my superiors and keep my sexual needs under control. My report card will have a big fat red ‘failed’ stamped across it by the end of the day.
He’s such a hypocrite. Like I haven’t smelled them all having a jolly good time tending to their own needs. Frack, the bunkhouse is coated in the scent of spilled seed, and it’s been driving me to near insanity.
“Tell me,” he barks.
“He… still had some work to do. I was too tired to keep going, so he sent me back.” I hate admitting weakness to him, but it’s better than the alternative.
‘Your buddy Shade ate me out like some kind of tongue-pierced sex lord until I explosively came.’Yeah, that probably wouldn’t go down well with ol’ stick-up-his-Prime-Asshole.
He doesn’t buy my lie. Damn, I don’t buy my lie.
His features harden, and he looks down his nose at me. I can tell he’s caught onto my scent and figured out my secret. Does it count as a secret if I kept it for less than an hour?
Stupid Alpha senses.
He can smell the slick still drying on my inner thighs and the crotch of my pants. I didn’t bother putting my panties back on. They were soaked with slick, so they’re a damp ball in my pocket that I planned to clean in the shower later.
His pupils expand rapidly and the burgundy-colored irises brighten to a vibrant red. Clenching his teeth, the muscles in his square jaw flex rhythmically.
“You’re lying, Omega Sparks.”
Viper and Blaze appear behind him, slinking out from where they’d been watching, their eyes glowing and expressions predatory. It’s moments like these that I’m reminded of howhighly skilled they are in subterfuge. I hadn’t even realized they were close.
My eyes dart to Viper. How can someone so big be so stealthy?
“You smell like…” Viper croaks, cutting off with a growl from low in his throat. The three of them are surrounding me, closing me in like a pack of jackals.
Why are they making me feel like I’ve done something wrong? Biologically, Omegas have an insane sex drive. How else are we supposed to cater to the sexual needs of an Alpha?
Back in my dorm, I jerk off at least three times a day. It’s normal. It’s healthy. Frack, my doctor encourages it! Okay, so maybe Everlyn simply said, ‘Get it, girl,’ but that’s basically a prescription for wanking.
I swallow and fidget, wracking my brain for a plausible excuse. They know what I’ve done, but that doesn’t mean I want to dump Shade in the shit with me. “I spent some private time on the way back, that’s all.”
