Page 183 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
“Get on with it,” Knox jeers, passing me his mug again. His fingers brush mine and tingles shoot up my arm. He watches as my lips suck on the spot his were moments ago.
“So, I was the first sent to the location. She was expecting to meet her human contact, so when she saw me she was understandably alarmed. But then the little minx gets a devious look in her eyes. She thinks if she seduces me, I’ll go easy on her. So, the spy tries to flirt her way into my good books. She starts by touching me, rubbing my arms and purring, pretending to be an Omega. She’s hot and all, but definitely not my type,” he shoots me a wink.
“What is your type, Blaze?” I ask.
He locks eyes with me and drops his smirk, a predatory glint in his eyes. “I prefer my women to be the quietly strong ones who keep me guessing. I like to break them out of their shells, push them to the edge, and get them to beg.”
“Blaze. The story,” Viper grunts, snapping his fingers to break his comrade from his digression.
In a blink, the smirk is back and storyteller Blaze is sitting in front of me again.
“Anywho, she starts pawing at me and I’m not having it, but I play along and pretend to be seduced. She leans in for a kiss, and right before she plants a wet one on me, I catch a glint of something in her mouth. The crazy bitch has a fucking needle between her teeth!”
Shade chokes on his drink, and the rest of us stare with wide eyes.
“That’s insane,” Knox says, leaning forward, fully engrossed.
“I sidestep and dodge the kiss, and she stumbles forward, trips over her own feet, and then drops dead to the floor. Her teeth caught on the needle, and it was so sharp she stabbed herself. I didn’t even have to do anything. So, the moral of the story is that I’m lethally sexy.”
“I don’t think that’s the moral of the story,” Knox scoffs.
“I think the moral of the story is that Blaze has more luck than sense,” Viper adds, taking a drink from his mug.
“No,” Blaze waves the spoon around. “The moral is that I’m hot, and I can seduce an enemy into killing themselves. You can’t say the same thing, can you, Viper?”
“So you’re saying she killed herself rather than kiss you.”
“Fuck, no,” Blaze protests, pointing the spoon in Viper’s direction. “I’m saying, the enemy agent wanted to seduce me, and I made her want it so much, she killed herself over it.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Knox argues.
“Yes, it does,” Blaze shouts.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“It does too!”
The two bickers back and forth as we tidy up after our meal. A warm, content feeling washes over me. Is this what it’s like to be part of a Pack?
“Enough!” Shade orders, putting an end to the squabbling like the team dad he is. “Let’s put the fire out and get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow and a lot to accomplish.”
Knox extinguishes the fire with water, and Blaze slinks off into the darkness.
“Guard duty,” Shade says when I look at him, confused. I guess it makes sense. They don’t have any of the extensive surveillance gear, and we did just get attacked while in a vulnerable situation. My inner Omega is reassured by the idea of one of our pack standing guard at all times.
I’m bone tired. So fucking tired that my legs begin to shake. I toe off my boots and crawl into our bed.
It’s dark, the only source of light coming from the stars and moon shining down on us.
As promised, Viper lays down next to me, his large body putting off waves of warming heat. We lay next to each other, shoulder to shoulder.
“Thanks, Alpha,” I whisper, not wanting to disturb the tranquility.
“Goodnight, pretty girl,” Viper whispers back, the sound of his voice laced with fatigue.
My heart sings, and I slip my hand into his, lacing our fingers together. The gentle giant watches over me as I drift into blissful unconsciousness.
Tomorrow is the dawn of a new reality, and I’m excited to see what it brings.
