Page 58 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Shade is watching us, the Beta Specialist standing quietly in the doorway. It’s what he does. He watches us and evaluates the situation before engaging. His big brain always thinking and analyzing.
When Shade finally speaks, his words are heavy.
“You can’t get attached, LT.”
I brush a stray hair behind her ear.
He mills around to sit on his bunk next to mine, resting his elbows on his knees. He’s still staring at her with a frown, like he’s equally captivated by the Omega but is confused why.
I find it interesting that she has him under her spell too, despite not having the biological pull of an Alpha to an Omega. It proves to me that there is something special about Halley Sparks. She’s meant to be with our squad.
“She’s a job, nothing more,” he finally says, but I think he’s trying to convince himself more than me.
I sigh and look down at the soft face of the little Omega, her skin smooth and warm. She’s so tiny despite her curves. Her heavy breasts and thick ass would look ridiculous on such a small framed Beta, but on her, it’s devastatingly sexy.
The heat and weight from her body is comforting. It grounds me and I can’t let her go.
I’m quiet for a long time, listening to her steady breaths.
“I know. I just…” I trail off, unable to voice how I’m feeling.
He looks at me sharply and then looks away.
I get where Knox is coming from. We can’t have a squad-mate slipping into some kind of trance-like state behind enemy lines. It’s a liability. Though he’s going about it the wrong way. I don’t know why he’s blaming Halley. It’s not her fault for being selected for this experiment, just like it’s not ours. We should be working together to make it work, not antagonizing each other.
I’ve always followed our Prime Alpha’s orders unquestionably. I trust him with my life. This is the first time I’m not sure if I can obey.
Knox holds too tight to the protocols of the military, using orders as a shield against conflicting reality and morals. He won’t deter from a direct command from General Stone. If he does, it would mean we could have refused to perform the atrocities we’ve committed over the years. He’s not ready to face that reality. He doesn’t want to acknowledge that‘it was an order’doesn’t excuse what we’ve done.
Shade flops down backwards onto his bunk with a defeated sigh, grinding the heels of his palms into his eyes before rolling to his side to continue staring at her. His nostrils flare as he inhales her sweet scent. She’s ripe. Sweat has soaked and dried in her clothes, amplifying her scent to intoxicating levels. It’s addictive and I find myself sucking in lungfuls too.
“Fuck me. She’s just so gorgeous,” he breathes.
I examine the clasp holding her bite collar. It’s reinforced to prevent the guard from being torn from her in a frenzy, but the buckle itself is simple to open. My fingers twitch.
“Don’t even think about it,” Shade snaps, his voice hard as he cuts off my wandering thoughts.
I have no clue how the fucker always knows when one of us is about to do something reckless and stupid, but he’s saved us from ourselves too many times to count.
Halley called him Squad Daddy, and it describes him perfectly. And fuck, when she said it, I knew he’d be under her spell, too. Our Beta has a major Daddy kink. He thinks he hides it well, but we see it.
“She needs a shower,” I mumble. My tongue feels like it’s glued to the roof of my mouth. “Her scent is doing my head in.”
Betas don’t have as sensitive a nose as an Alpha, but I know he’s affected by her scent too. The tent in his trousers is evidence enough.
He opens his mouth to respond when a grunt of disapproval comes from the corner of the tent. “Don’t you fuckers dare wash her scent off.”
Blaze is sitting on her bed, surrounded by her pilfered blankets, the fly of his combat trousers open and his thick cock in his hand. He’s tugging at it roughly, the crown red and angry, as he looks at Halley like she’s doing more than simply sleeping.
“Oh come on, dude,” Shade says, his eyes darting back to Halley to ensure she’s still asleep.
I don’t even know when he arrived, and I’ve long since stopped being startled by his sudden appearances.
“Give me a break, I’ve been rock hard all day,” Blaze says, a wild look in his eyes. Usually, when that twinkle in his pale eyes appears, it means someone is about to die in a very painful, gruesome way. Usually with fire or rope. I shoot a covert glanceat Shade and he gives me a subtle nod to let me know he sees it too.
Sex and violence is often blurred when it comes to Blaze. Yet, somehow, I instinctively know he’d never hurt her.
His grip on his cock tightens as he continues to stroke himself. His breathing getting heavier, and I know he’s about to get on with it.
