Page 107 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
My orgasm hovers so close to the edge that my whimpering is almost constant.
Except it never comes.
I try and try, but I can’t reach my climax.
Tears of frustration roll down my face as I continue to tease my clit, trying to chase that final release. My thighs clench as my stomach contracts and I can’t think of anything else except how badly I want to come. I need it so much it hurts. My core throbs painfully, begging for relief.
I let out a sobbing moan when I realize I can’t get there.
I pull my hands out of my slick soaked pants and wrap my arms around myself. I’m twitchy and heated and irritated beyond all belief. The log beneath my bum is cold, and the bark digs into my thighs.
The sound of breaking branches makes me glance up, my heart skipping a beat.
“Halley,” Shade calls from the camp tree line, and my core clenches woefully. “You can come out now.”
I rise unsteadily from the fallen tree I’d been slumped on for what must have been over an hour. My whole body tingles like it’s been asleep, and I sigh in defeat.
I can only imagine the punishment Prime Alpha Knox is going to dole out for this latest stunt.
Is it wrong that I’m kind of looking forward to it?
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Halley
I’m miserable. My body hurts and I’m exhausted. I sleep in fits and wake in startled gasps, unable to settle despite my bone aching tiredness.
This morning, when I slump into the dining room chair, I barely grunt at Blaze as he places a bowl of cereal and a mug of coffee in front of me. Even the hit of caffeine does nothing to rouse me from my zombie-like state. Blaze usually stares at my mouth while I eat like each bite is a pornographic act, yet this morning a frown steadily deepens as he watches me.
I’m halfway through breakfast when he slinks from the kitchen tent with a purposeful set to his shoulders. My inner Omega weakly protests. The little freak likes how he oversees my meals. I can’t be sure, but I think we’re both being driven by some primal Alpha and Omega instincts. His need to provide for an Omega, and my need to be taken care of. If I were a proper Omega, one destined for a mate, I’d know. But I’m not, so I never learned the instinctual dynamics between our designations.
“Omega Sparks, you’re with Shade today,” Knox’s voice clips abruptly from behind me. I squeak in alarm, coffee sloshing over the side of my mug and splattering on the worn table below. “And clean that up. We’re not your maids.”
Vitriol is on the tip of my tongue. I’m too tired to care about the consequences for my smart mouth. It’s not my fault Blaze wants to cater to my needs. And I’d never expect them to clean up after me like some kind of princess.
I spin in my seat and the words die on my lips. Instead, I make a whimpering sound.
He’s come straight from a shower and I’m utterly captivated. Knox’s short hair is wet, droplets of water dripping down his thick neck onto his naked chest. His skin glistens, highlighting his defined pecs and abs. Like a trap laid carefully for unsuspecting Omegas, my eyes trace the distinct V trailing down into the towel wrapped around his hips.
I stare, wide eyed, until his brow furrows. “Well?”
“Huh?” I blink rapidly, and tear my gaze away from his body to look at the Prime Alpha’s face. He’s giving me a weird look. His nostrils flare and I redirect my eyes to the ground. Shame wells in me as I realize I’m perfuming. I hate how my arousal’s broadcast to them. It makes me miss the binoculars on the rooftop with my friends. No one judged us for acting like healthy Omegas lusting after Alphas.
“You’re with Shade today,” he repeats, as if he thinks I’m slow. “Clean up and meet him on the west edge of camp in ten minutes.”
He doesn’t wait for a response.
I watch him walk away and it’s all I can do not to drool. I have to press my thighs together and shift in my seat. He’s such an asshole and yet I’m insanely attracted to him.
Hell, it’s the main reason I can’t sleep. There are four men I’m lusting after sleeping only a few feet away.
I pick up the dirty coffee cup and drop it in the bucket acting as the camp sink. A quick scrub and then I’m heading out to meet Shade. I have no clue which direction is west, but I eventually find him leaning against the trunk of a tree.
Shade has his tablet out and he’s rapidly scrolling, his eyes darting back and forth as he reads data at hyper-speed. I know he’s smart. Actually, insanely intelligent might be a better way to describe him, but I haven’t had the chance to really talk with the Beta Specialist.
I stand awkwardly a few feet away, unwilling to interrupt his unwavering focus.
“Come over here,” he eventually beckons, putting the tablet into a satchel at his side, and I shuffle toward him, a little uncertain. He makes me nervous in a different way than his squad mates. I have a strange urge to please him. The thought of disappointing him makes me itchy all over.
