Page 59 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
I look away. As a squad, we have no privacy. Everything is shared and nothing is off limits. Dicks are whipped out and needs taken care of.
Actively watching someone jerk off is something I’m not into, but Blaze will greedily watch anyone who doesn’t hide. He’s a kinky fucker like that. Shade too, but he’s more subtle about it.
There’s a grunt, and the salty aroma mixes with the Omega scent.
“Great, now the tent smells like jizz,” Shade says, adjusting his junk.
My painfully hard cock is pressed against Halley, and it’s a wonder it hasn’t woken her up. She’s still out cold, but the purring has stopped. We truly had no clue what to expect when training an Omega, but this definitely wasn’t it.
“I’ve read about Omega losing touch with reality during a heat, but nothing about this,” Shade murmurs to himself. He flops onto his back, pulls his tablet out, and starts scrolling. He’s probably hunting for some research that will provide the answers we seek.
I look back down at the sleeping Omega and know she’s changed our squad forever.
I need to put some distance between us. Holding her in my bed was a mistake, because my attachment to her has only grown.
I scoop her up and shuffle over to her bunk. I pin Blaze with a glare and he reluctantly moves so I can place her on the bed. Inher restful state, she mewls and immediately snuggles into the mess of blankets she calls her nest.
She’s so soft and gentle. I have no business tainting her with my darkness, the ever-present threat of my impending descent into Blood Lust. She shouldn’t be anywhere near me when it eventually takes me. The Omega might have saved me in the hospital, but I can’t be certain I won’t hurt her next time.
No, I need to keep my distance from Omega Halley Sparks.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Halley
Jolting awake, I gasp for air and flail my legs, causing the coarse blankets to twist and turn, as I fiercely resist an unknown, overpowering presence.
Panting, my eyes finally focus. I’m alone. The bunkhouse is empty. My chest aches from a nightmare I can’t recall. I curl my legs against my chest as I struggle to relax my breath.
I rub my hands over my knees, trying to generate some warmth.
I’m drenched in sweat, and my clothes from yesterday are soggy, stuck to my body. My mind clears of the remaining drowsiness as my heart beats slow.
I don’t remember coming to bed. The last thing I recall is working myself to the breaking point, determined to prove to Prime Asshole I’m not a weak pushover.
I must have passed out.
I scrunch my nose up in a silent cringe. How embarrassing!
I wallow in self pity for a moment, when a scent wafts to my nose.
I push my face into my sleeve of my shirt and sniff.
Gunpowder and roses. Viper.
He must have picked me up after I collapsed from exhaustion.
My stomach tightens, and my heart pounds as I think about his strong arms wrapped around me.
Whatever bond formed between us in that hospital room hasn’t gone away. It’s grown with our proximity. His presence soothes me and makes me feel cherished. To know that it was him who tucked me into bed makes me smile.
I bury my nose deeper in my sleeve, inhaling again. My thighs clench together as I tingle in a very pleasant way.
The feeling grows more intense as I recall the dream I was having right before I awoke. It wasn’t a nightmare at all, but it definitely got my heart racing.
It was Viper.
In the dream, we were back in the small hospital room. This time, he wasn’t fighting for his sanity. He was his quietly observant self. His hands were on my bare skin, eyes filled with affection, and soft. The touch light, as if I was breakable. His fingertips caressed my cheeks, then my neck, and my body ached with a deep-seated want and longing. His mouth moved towards mine, his scent making my mouth water in anticipation.
