Page 101 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Blaze drops his hand from my mouth and turns me to face him.
“Oh, Sparkles,” he says in an awed tone, “that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life. You came just from watching him…” he trails off with a groan and kisses me roughly.
It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s hard, demanding, and a little bit painful.
He grips my jaw and forces my lips open, his tongue invading my mouth, dominating me. His other hand moves to cup my breast over my shirt, pinching the nipple. I’m still so sensitive from my orgasm, and I writhe in his embrace.
He releases my breast and slides his hand down my body, reaching between my legs to cup my pussy. I gasp and push into his hand. He breaks the kiss and grins at me wolfishly.
“You’re soaked.”
I whimper. The scent around us is sultry with Omega slick and Alpha come. There is no way Prime Alpha Knox didn’t scent me.Panic ripples through my frame and I wriggle to escape Blaze’s embrace. I feel overwrought and stripped bare.
“He—he knows.” I stumble over my words.
Blaise licks his lips and shakes his head. “Lesson number three: stay downwind of your target. There’s a strong breeze. He’s clueless. Even if he did smell you, he wasn’t thinking clearly enough to figure out how close you were.”
I stare at him in disbelief, the panic receding, and a tiny kernel of excitement takes root in my gut.
“Do you want him to know?” he asks, and I blush.
Do I? I do.
I nod slowly.
“Such a dirty girl. You’re perfect.” He gives me a predatory smile and, like lightning, changes his mood and quips in a posh accent, “I think that concludes our training for today. Thank you for your participation, it was most enlightening.”
Blaze tugs me by the wrist and leads me through the forest, back to camp. I insist on stopping off at the shower to scrub the slick from my thighs and have to shout at Blaze to leave. I know he only pretends to head back to camp. I’m starting to recognize when he’s watching me, even if I can’t see him. I feel the heated gaze on my flesh as I wash. I doubt this is the first time he’s watched me in the shower, nor will it be the last.
The strange part is, I like it. A lot.
I end up having to spend more time under the cold spray to cool my heated skin and raging arousal.
I only just climaxed, yet the tight ball of sexual tension in my gut feels tighter than ever before.
“Espionage training, my ass,” I scoff to myself as I rub my hair with my scratchy towel. I bet if I ask Shade what is scheduled for my training today, such a session won’t exist. The wildcard Alpha wanted to stir the pot and build the crackling energybetween me and his teammates. He’s pushing me to the edge and I have no idea why.
“What game are you playing, flame boy?”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Halley
“Punch me.”
I blanch.
“Punch me, Omega Sparks,” Prime Alpha Knox repeats. He beckons at me with both hands.
I clench my jaw and shift uneasily. A snicker arises from the three amused spectators.
Assholes.
It’s my first hand-to-hand combat session and I’ve never punched someone before. I think I’m entitled to feeling like a fish out of water.
“Come on, we don’t have all day.”
I don’t think that’s the truth. In fact, I think this isallPrime Asshole has planned for today.
