Page 46 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
What will he see shining in my purple eyes? Not even I know, and I can’t risk it. It’ll leave me bare and vulnerable.
“Ya know, you’d never guess you two dry humped the ever-loving-shit out of each other—” Blaze coos.
“Blaze!” Shade barks and slaps the back of the mischievous Alpha’s head again.
Both of us snap out of our reverie, and I sit down heavily, suddenly exhausted by the overwhelming emotions.
I hear a huff, then my giant Alpha’s deep voice. “I’m Lieutenant Alpha Viper. Armorer for the squad and specialist in weapons.”
All I can say is a gentle, “oh.”
Apparently, LT is short for lieutenant. LT and Viper are the same person.
“And now you’re one of us,” I hear Blaze sing happily through the roaring in my ears.
One of them.
I’m not sure that’ll ever be true.
Chapter Nineteen
Knox
She’s infuriating. And gorgeous.
It’s like she was designed to press my buttons. Everything she says. Everything she does. It makes my blood pump and my head spin.
Are all Omegas like this, or did General Stone brew her in a lab specifically to fuck with me?
She smells so fucking good. I’ve been hard from the moment she arrived. Despite the irritation and frustration from her insubordination, each petty act of rebellion only serves to grow my attraction to her.
Omega Sparks.
She’s going to be my downfall. I know it.
I march away from the chow tent, a mix of rage and confused arousal driving me into the shadows of the forest.
I’m severely regretting my decision to revoke privacy like I usually do for new recruits. It’s the fastest way to bond a squad together and show a soldier they’re just a small cog ina larger machine. It usually works like a charm. ’Cept I keep underestimating how potent her presence is.
With each second in her presence, I feel my control slipping, and I hate her for it.
Watching her dig that hole was more of a punishment for me than for her. Her sassy remarks deserved to be corrected, but as her weak muscles quivered with the strain of each shovelful, I couldn’t help but imagine what else she’d quiver for.
And fuck, the noises she made unconsciously in conjunction with the musky scent of her sweat were obscene.
My knot is aching. The persistent dull throb in my shaft and balls has become painful.
The final straw was the sight of her ass poured into that uniform. Full breasts straining against the fabric like one strong inhale would cause them to burst free.
The worst part is, it was intentional.
She hides behind her sweet submission, but I know what she is.
And it only makes my attraction grow, along with my hatred.
She’s a brat. Just as undisciplined as General Stone told me she would be, and she needs a firm Alpha to bring her to heel.
If she were my Omega, I’d teach her what happens when a brat misbehaves.
