Page 77 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
It’s not an Alpha Command, not yet, but I respond to its call.
My body reacts, and I lift my hips and push my rear upwards, the thick heat pressing between the cleft of my ass.
I’m rewarded with a deep grunt.
Oh,that felt good. I do it again, a small arch and slow grind.
His hand desperately drags deep grooves in the dirt beside my face as he wrestles with his desire. He lifts from my back and presses a hand between my shoulder blades, holding me down in the submissive position.
A whine slips past my lips with a gush of slick between my thighs.
‘Yes, yes. This is right. Pin me down and mount me, Alpha,’my inner Omega croons. I indulge in the drifting pull of my inner Omega, her languid delight spilling into my veins like a drug.
All of my determination and fight leaves me. I should be running, but instead I lay here, pliant and wet, desperate for my Alpha to take me.
There is a pause, and I hold my breath.
I squeak as an arm bands under my hips and drags me to my knees. I try to rise to my hands, but the hand between my shoulder blades holds me down.
For a moment, the haze of my Omega instincts clear and alarm sweeps through me. Is he going to mount me? Am I about to be fucked in the dirt on the forest floor? I thought Shade said things wouldn’t get out of hand.
“Present for your Alpha,” Viper snarls an Alpha Command, and just like that, I’m swept back under his spell.
I arch my back, wiggling my ass enticingly.
Viper moans and kneads my ass cheeks with his hands. I sigh with pleasure.
A thick finger trails down over my panties and stops over my wet slit.
“Yes,” I hiss and try to spread my legs wider. “Touch me, touch me, touch me.”
And he does.
“You’re soaked.” Viper groans.
His finger circles my swollen clit and I moan in satisfaction.
“More,” I demand, and he obeys.
My skin is so sensitive that when his finger dips down and presses against my opening through my panties, I gasp.
“Yes!” I cry out, lifting my hips higher and widening my knees.
I don’t care that we’re in the middle of the forest. I don’t care where we are, as long as my Alpha mounts me right now.
“Please, please,” I beg in soft, breathy moans.
There is a distant sound, heavy footfalls and a shout. I ignore it. All I care about is my Alpha doing what I asked without hesitation.
“Get off her, LT,” I distantly hear a voice say, but I’m preoccupied with the cock throbbing in the cleft of my ass.
His fingers dig into my flesh and my body jerks in anticipation. I’m seconds away from being stuffed full. I can feel the heavy weight of his cock behind me, its length pressing into the curve of my ass.
There’s movement in my peripheral vision, and boots appear beside me. I turn away from the disturbance and press my cheek into the damp leaf-litter.
And then his touch is gone.
I whine, missing the heat of his body. My body aches with emptiness. I pant against the forest floor, inhaling the sweet scent of decaying plant matter. I’m struck by a sudden swell of frustration and anger. My Alpha has disobeyed my wishes, my explicit command to touch me. It feels like I’ve been betrayed, like a tether between us has been broken, and the emotion confuses me.
