Page 132 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Blaze
Typically, when I abduct someone, they resist.
I love it when they fight. It makes breaking them more fun. I’m not used to my target coming willingly and I’m certainly not used to being the voice of reason in our squad.
Halley’s sweaty palm trembles in mine. Her tiny fingers squeeze and her little nails dig into my skin deliciously.
My Alpha preens with delight. Our Omega chose me to comfort and protect her, but I can’t fully enjoy the pleasure of her trust because she is softly sobbing.
Fat tears roll down her flushed cheeks as her chest heaves between sobs. It makes my heart ache and I don’t like it.
“Sparkles, you doin’ okay?” I have no idea how to comfort a person, let alone an Omega.
I briefly consider using my Alpha Command to make her stop crying. After all, it’s only fair, she’s been throwing out Commands like they’re candy.
“I—I don’t know what came over me,” she says between gulping inhales. “It’s like I couldn’t stop.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty normal for using Commands.” I know the allure of using Alpha Commands well. The surge of power that consumes you from within. The more you use it, the closer to losing yourself you come. I prefer to compel submission in more creative ways, but I’d never use those tactics on my Omega. I like that her skin is creamy smooth, not a blemish on her. She wouldn’t look good painted in red.
I like the idea of her obeying me. It’s instinctual and arousing. I’ve fantasized about Commanding her to drop to her knees and stick out that pretty little tongue to swallow down my shaft and lick the pre-come clean.
She sniffs and swipes the back of her hand over her face.
I walk us deeper into the forest and stop once I know we’re out of hearing range of the camp. Well, out of standard hearing range. If either of us focus our enhanced hearing, we’ll be able to hear the clusterfuck that is happening back at camp if we want to. I can only imagine the tirade Knox must be on. Dealing with his shit is the last thing I want to do right now, especially when I have a crying Omega to tend to.
I pull her to a stop and swiftly lift her onto a nearby boulder. She’s too distraught to protest.
“I didn’t know it would make me lose control like that.”
How could she? We told her nothing and now she’s blaming herself.
I don’t know how to calm an Omega, so I follow my instincts. I lean closer to her, pressing my nose against her damp cheek, nuzzling and scent marking her.
At first she goes rigid with confusion, but releases a watery giggle and presses her cheek into me. Emboldened, I switch to the other side, rubbing my cheek against hers.
Like magic, my scent soothes her and Halley slowly stops crying and raises her face sheepishly.
“It’s over now. I’ve got you, Sparkles,” I whisper into her ear, and goosebumps spread down her pale arms.
A small hand grips my forearm and a shudder ripples through her petite frame. She feels hot and clammy.
I smooth down her hair and tuck the strand of hair that’s always hanging in her eyes behind her cute little ears. It’s damp with sweat.
Alarm bells ring in my head.
I’m used to hearing them and promptly ignoring them, except this time it’s about the wellbeing of my Omega.
This time I listen.
I duck my head, searching her face for clues. “You feelin’ alright, Sparkles?”
She’s gorgeous, even when red rims her purple orbs.
Her skin is sallow and pale, making the lightest smattering of freckles stand out, and the dark circles under her eyes are puffy. Her lips are cracked and peeling from constant physical exertion. I know I should hate seeing her like this. Most Alphas are extremely protective of their Omega and don’t like to see a single hair out of place, but I’m not a typical Alpha. Fuck it, I’m not a typical person. None of us in our team are.
I don’t want her in pain… but I certainly like it when she’s not afraid to get down and dirty, and I really fucking liked seeing her take control.
She’s grit, strength, and power, and it makes my dick fucking hard.
