Page 103 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
He snorts and looks at his squad, watching from the sides.
I don’t look at them.
I’m fighting the instinctual urge to seek comfort from them.
My Omega knows that if I bury myself in Viper’s massive chest, he would envelop me in those powerful arms and hold me close. The big lug has fast become the go-to safe place in my silly Omega mind. He seems determined to keep me at arm’s distance, but I know he’d make me feel secure.
Shade would fuss over my hand, praising me and telling me how brave I am.
Blaze would take my mind off my humiliation, play fighting with me and making me laugh.
I’d inhale the combination of their scents and immediately be soothed.
I’ve lived and slept in a haze of their scents, and I’m intimately aware of how each team member smells. Each of their scents is embedded in my brain, insistent that they’re safe. Even Knox’s.
Sometimes… especially Knox’s.
Right now, I want to prove myself to him. I want to show him I’m worthy. I want him to hold me close and tell me he’s proud.
So fracking stupid, I chastise myself.
Training is all that matters. Definitely not the attraction I feel fizzing between the squad and me.
Knox snarls and snaps me back in the moment. “Get up and show me what you got, Omega. That wasn’t a punch,” he says.
My inner Omega whimpers. I can’t bear to see our Alpha displeased.
I clench my fist and strike out again. He effortlessly side steps.
“Untuck your thumb, or you’ll break it,” Knox scoffs, and my anger surges.
I give it another shot, this time ensuring that my thumb stays tucked underneath my fist. I hit his rock-solid belly harder and with more confidence. It’s not much of a punch, I know, but my body has stopped resisting the mere idea of violence, and I let out a small cheer of achievement.
I hear a light chuckle from Blaze and my heart flutters.
Knox shakes his head and folds his arms across his chest. “I don’t know what you’re celebrating. Go again.”
It’s odd that he’s letting me use him as a punching bag, but I don’t hesitate to pummel him with my fists. It feels good to hit him and let out some of my frustrations.
“Now, throw a kick in my thigh and a knee in my groin.”
I hesitate. “Isn’t that going to hurt you?”
His features darken, and my inner Omega quivers beneath his heated stare. He looks dangerous, a lot more Alpha than coolly detached leader at this moment. Almost as if he’s excited by the idea of me hurting him. My inner Omega is both aroused and fearful.
“I doubt it.”
I narrow my eyes. Well then. I don’t like to be underestimated. With clenched teeth, I make a resolution to do my best and make the arrogant Alpha at least wince.
I throw all my strength behind my next punches.
Knox remains unaffected by my pitiful attempts. “Again.”
I growl under my breath, frustrated that he’s making a mockery of me, but I don’t dare go against the order. I try again, using a combination of punches, kicks and knees to make him hurt.
Knox adds comments and corrections after each hit. “Put your weight behind it,” and “Sharper movements, Omega.”
Nothing works and I get more and more frustrated.
