Page 135 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
“He’s frustrated because he doesn’t have a game plan for wanting to mate with the soldier he’s supposed to be training.”
She smiles to herself, nods, and looks out into the forest. “You’ve never wanted to… you know, perform extracurricular activities with someone you work with before?”
I shoot her a cheeky smirk, bite my lip and pull a lewd expression. “We’ve had a lot of fun over the years.”
She laughs and swats at my biceps like a sweet little kitty-cat.
I make my voice drop, adding a serious tone to make her pay attention. “This is different. Our Prime Alpha wants to knot your sweet little pussy and bite your mating gland.”
“Oh.” She blinks. Her eyebrows crinkle in bemusement.
“Weren’t you listening before? He said so.”
“I thought he was trying to get a rise out of me.”
I switch back to my joking self. I can’t stand to be serious for too long. If I stay in the real world, I can’t keep the dark impulses at bay. It’s best for everyone if I play my games.
“You certainly got a rise out of him, if ya know what I mean,” I say with a wink.
She blinks back at me like she’s trying to follow my rapid mood swings. Good luck. Sometimes I can’t even follow them myself.
“So tell me, Sparkles. Did Shade satisfy those rampaging Omega needs?”
“It was…” She looks a bit overwhelmed as the memories filter back, and her breathing hitches.
“Good?” I provide.
“Really, really good,” she smiles.
“You came.”
“On his face.”
“Good girl.” My inner Alpha growls possessively, but it’s not from jealousy, rather a feeling of contentment and pride. I’m pleased Shade took care of our Omega when she was in need. We’ve neglected to care for her most basic needs, and it’s time we all sat down to have a chat.
If they don’t want to, I have ways of making them talk. I laugh maniacally in my head. From experience, I know people don’t respond well to evil laughter.
“Ah!” Halley shouts suddenly. Pulling out of my embrace to double over, her hands clutch at her stomach.
“Sparkles?”
She shouts again, followed by a deep whimper.
Then I notice it.
Her scent has changed, and somehow I know instinctivelyexactlywhat is happening.
Omega Halley Sparks is going into heat.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Halley
It shouldn’t be possible. I had the shot. It should’ve covered me until well after my training finished and I’d be able to ride out the week-long frantic need to mate in the safety of my dorm room alone. With lots and lots of knotting dildos. Perhaps even requesting to be sedated if it was particularly bad.
A deep, rumbling growl drags me back to reality. Blaze is looking at me like I’ve sprouted antlers.
“No, no, this can’t be happening,” I whimper, riding out the cramp rippling through my insides. A desperate, clawing kind of desire shimmies through my limbs and settles in my clenching core.
