Page 64 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
I wonder where else he’s big.
Except I don’t need to wonder. I’ve felt it between my thighs, grinding against my folds and twitching as he came against me.
My arousal blooms from me in a wave, thick and sweet. It crackles through the air, alive and hungry.
Four heads whip towards me, features sharpened in predatory stares.
A chorus of rumbling growls build. My scent thickens.
Shade breaks out of the trance, shaking his head like a dog. Lurching into action, he quickly ushers me towards a path downhill. It’s the road we took to get here.
“You can’t do that,” he says once we’re a few paces away from the others.
“What?” I fuss with the shoulder straps of my pack, struggling to get a hold of my raging hormones.
“They’re already on edge.” His voice is soft, quiet, like he can hide our conversation from his team. We both know the otherthree can hear a sparrow fart on the other side of the mountain if they focused.
I nod, staring at my boots so I don’t trip on a rock. My pack is heavy and if I fall, I’m afraid I’ll tumble all the way down the mountainside.
Shade matches my pace, his steps loping and slow while mine scramble over the uneven ground.
Our silence is paired with the rhythmic sound of my new trousers. The fabric is stiff, and as my thick thighs rub together it makes a swishing sound.
I bite the inside of my left cheek, feeling the sharp sting as I resist the urge to argue that the burden shouldn’t be solely placed on me. Their scent drives me crazy too, and I’m also on edge.
I haven’t known Shade for long, but he doesn’t seem like an unreasonable person. In fact, he seems almost burdened with reason. So why would he blame me for something that’s out of my control?
I trip over a small rock when I realize what he’s actually referring to. He’s not talking about perfuming in the field moments ago.
I lick my lips and look at him through my peripheral vision, unwilling to make eye contact. “Did you… I mean, did Knox tell you what he saw this morning?”
He clears his throat and runs the side of his thumb over his lower lip. I notice he does that a lot. It’s a nervous tell, and useful for reading the Specialist in the future.
“He mentioned it.”
Oh frack, no!
I swallow and keep my legs moving.
I’m bright red all over, I know it. The humiliation burrows deep into me, and I want to curl up into a ball to die from embarrassment.
I take a moment to calm myself before responding.
“It was a lapse in judgment and it won’t happen again,” I mumble as I cringe and nod.
Shade’s gaze lingers on the side of my face, his eyes focused as if I’m a problem he can solve. I want to snort and reply,‘Good luck, buddy. I’ve been trying to sort my shit out for years,’but stay silent.
“Look, it can’t happen again. Knox is strong-minded, but even he has his limits.”
I can’t imagine the strict Alpha losing his tight grip on his control. Other than in rage. The dude has some serious anger issues.
I do understand that masturbating undermines Knox’s carefully planned mitigating factors – the soap, collar, and suppressants. They’re good deterrents, but nothing can mask the scent of fresh slick. Alphas are hunters and masturbating is like marinating myself for them to devour.
I curl my fingers into my palm. The nails dig in and I imagine the little indents they’re making in my skin. It grounds me.
I’m not upset that the squad is struggling with their inner urges. They’ve already far surpassed every expectation I previously held about unmated Alphas. Their self-control is impressive.
No, I’m upset with myself.
