Page 18 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Releasing a shuddering roar, I feel his knot pulse rhythmically, and the heat from his spent seed blooms between my thighs.
Like a rising challenger, disappointment joins my ecstasy.
His seed is supposed to be inside me. It’s wasted. I feel so empty and so needy to be filled.
I let out a pathetic mewl when he pulls his hand free of my mouth, dragging his wet fingers down my neck and across the valley between my breasts. They leave a glistening trail in their wake.
I sigh in relief and despair as the last wave crashes and I return to reality.
I’m gasping, my chest rising and falling as my pulse thunders in my ears.
“Alpha,” I whimper, rubbing my cheek against his chest. I’m drifting in a soup of endorphins and confusion.
What just happened?
The Alpha’s fingers shift beneath my ass, and I look up to study his features.
His breath hitches and he hunches down to rub his cheek against the top of my head. I inhale deeply, sucking in a lungful of his scent. It’s thicker now, mixed with the salty, musky aroma of his come. It smells amazing mixed with my own.
“You smell so good,” I say softly.
His cock twitches and rubs against my soaked core. He’s still hard, and something tells me he will remain so until he knots me.
My pussy clenches in approval.
Viper blinks, and a flash of recognition appears in his gaze. “Omega?”
In a move I don’t expect, he gently slides me down his body. My legs shake and I glance up at his face in confusion. Green eyes glow back at me, the red veins fading as I watch.
“Omega,” he says again, but this time it’s laced with a sense of wonder.
“That’s right, I’m an Omega,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. “How are you feeling?”
It’s like he’s transforming before my eyes. As his facial features relax, he looks less like an animal and more like a handsome male. He seems dazed, his eyes almost crossed.
My fingers run across his abdomen, and I watch with fascination as the blood-shot redness in the whites of his eyes fade.
I stroke my hands up and down, matching his slowing breaths.
Exhaustion makes his body sag as he comes down from the precipice of Blood Lust.
“You’re okay,” I whisper, and press my cheek against his chest. His arm moves as if by its own accord, wrapping around me.
In stark contrast to before, I’m surprised to find his touch is gentle. Soft, even. A gentle giant. I briefly wonder if this is what he’s normally like when he’s not consumed by a blood infection that makes him a homicidal maniac.
The Alpha lets out a grunt that sounds like he’s relieved. The muscles in his body are still twitching, but his head slumps forward, his forehead resting against the top of my head.
We stay like that, holding each other as his body slowly relaxes beneath my hands.
Eventually I pull back and ask, “Do you want to lie down?” gesturing to the examination table nestled in the room’s corner.
The Alpha doesn’t respond, but he accepts my guiding hand on his arm as I lead him across the small room.
I flick my gaze to his face.
He looks wrecked. Emotions race across his face, unable to hide them due to his exhaustion. I wonder if he remembers the destruction he created while in the clutches of Blood Lust. I hope for his sake he doesn’t.
I look away. He must be feeling vulnerable, and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable with my staring.
