Page 73 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Shade better be right about us being able to stop before we go too far. The way I’m feeling, I want to do filthy things to the insubordinate Omega.
I scowl and examine the disturbed soil leading into the stream. “She washed herself in the water. The scent ends here.”
This is not part of the plan. It was supposed to be a quick way to trigger her O-space. Low risk and high reward.
The idea of her being vulnerable out there in the wild makes my hackles rise. I can’t protect her if I can’t find her. I should never have suggested this.
I don’t like this turn of events at all. This is turning into a proper hunt rather than a quick experiment.
Viper stalks forward and cups my shoulder. His green eyes are bright with animalistic desire. “She won’t get far, brother. Let’s hunt.”
We split up, Viper’s hulking form disappearing into the forest like a ghost. It’s always fascinating how a man of his stature moves. Quiet and deadly.
I follow the direction of the running water, tracking the displaced rocks. Further down the stream, at the edge of the water, a ditch of disturbed mud catches my eye. Little finger marks have dug into the shoreline, and I raise a brow.
“Impressive, isn’t she?” Blaze’s voice cracks from above.
He’s perched in a tree like a jungle-cat, his icy-blue eyes tracking me.
“Covered herself in mud to disguise her scent,” he adds.
“And went upstream.”
Blaze tilts his head, neither confirming nor denying my assessment. “She’s clever.”
“Too clever,” I reply, turning in the direction of the peak. “So, you gonna stay up there and wank, or we gonna do this?”
Blaze doesn’t miss a beat. “Wank.”
I grunt in reluctant amusement.
“What? I watched a sexy little Omega rub mud on her semi-naked body. I’m about to burst.”
I roll my eyes at the clink of his belt coming undone. Such a filthy degenerate. “I’d tell you to stop, but I know it’s wasted breath.”
“You go get our girl, and I’ll catch up and kick your ass when my balls aren’t blue.”
“Don’t bother, I’ll catch her before you’re done.”
My confidence wavers after two hours of following false trails.
If it were any other mark, I wouldn’t have underestimated them so severely and it would’ve been over in minutes. I’ve been careless in my efforts, not expecting her to outsmart me, and I’m paying the price.
I glance at my watch and growl. “Fuck. It’s going to get dark soon. She shouldn’t be out there on her own.”
It’s been too long. She’s too vulnerable. And I can’t find her.
I’ve got to concentrate.
I follow her scent. It’s thicker now, her muddy disguise infusing with her sweat. It’s musky and alluring, but it’s the sweet scent of arousal that’s calling to me like a beacon.
Like Shade predicted, something primal has taken over. My years of experience and training as a soldier slips away. I feel like a beast, searching for his prey, and a sense of rightness settles on my shoulders. This is how it’s supposed to be. A little, slicked-up Omega, teasing her Alphas into a hunt. This is the way the ancestors claimed a mate for the pack.
Omega wants to get fucked,my inner Alpha growls with delight.
My cock is hard, and I run towards the source of the tantalizing aroma, not caring about how much noise I make. She can’t outrun me. Not now that I know where she is.
I don’t see the trip wire until it’s too late.
