Page 211 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

I drag her thighs wider and hold them there.

Halley’s fingers twitch against the desk. "You want to rewrite our first meeting?"

"Yes. I'm finally going to fuck you exactly the way I fantasized that day." I crowd closer until she has no room left to mistake who is in charge. "Now put your hands flat on the desk, Omega Sparks."

She hesitates just long enough to make my jaw tighten, her defiant streak still present to this day.

"Uh-uh, you don’t get to paw at me whenever you feel like it, princess," I murmur. "You sit there, hold still, and let me decide what you’re allowed to touch."

A shiver runs through her.

She leans back on her palms planted behind her on the wood.

I hum in approval but don't give her praise.

Old me never would have.

The bond is hot and bright between us, and I shove another pulse of memory through it. I recall her wide, gorgeous eyes and the defiant set of her mouth. The scent of her fear and arousal mixing until I could barely think straight.

"You had a problem with orders from the first day," I say, looking down at her spread open on my desk. "And here you are, still being naughty."

I let my gaze drop over her uniform. Her jacket, trousers, and combat boots.

Something dark and possessive tightens in my chest.

"In those first days, your uniform pissed me off almost as much as your mouth did," I say.

Halley blinks, surprised enough that her scent sweetens again. "My uniform?"

"It didn't fit you." I grip one boot and drag it off, then the other, tossing them aside without looking. "You didn't look like a soldier sent to me for training. You looked like my fucking wet-dreams come true. Nothing fit your curves or was made with the slightest thought that an Omega might have to wear it, and it reminded me just how wrong it was that you were there. I was expected to break you down and build you back up as a soldier, even though every instinct insisted you belonged in a soft nest far from brutish Alphas."

Her breath catches.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her trousers and drag her closer to the desk edge. "Lift your hips."

She obeys at once.

"There you go, good girl."

I peel the fabric down her thighs in steady pulls, exposing warm skin as the bond carries her arousal back to me. Memory tangles with reality, and the uniform that once hung awkwardly from a frightened recruit now slides from the confident woman sitting on my desk, flushed and dripping for me.

I toss the trousers and her panties aside and spread her knees wider again, looking down at her glistening folds.

"That's better," I say, inhaling the scent of her uncovered pussy deeply. I love seeing her spread open for me like this. It's the ultimate act of submission, and it feeds the dominant, possessive Alpha inside me. "Fuck, I wanted to rip your clothes off that first day. Wanted to see your pretty pussy. I could smell it, and it drove me half-mad."

I slide my hand up her throat and around to the back of her neck, wrapping my fingers until they graze her mating gland. I feel over the ridges of the claiming bite I left there, and I shudder.

The second I touch her gland, I force the memory down the bond. We're in my tent and she's sweating with alarm. My palm tingles as I remember my grip closing over the back of her neck possessively as I held her still, exerting my control over her.

It was brash and heavy-handed, a complete asshole move, but it was what my inner Alpha and her Omega needed in that moment to establish our roles.

"Do you remember how angry it made you when I put my hand here? But you went soft for me, didn't you? Your Omega loved how I touched your special place and hated me for it."

Halley’s breath stutters. Her thighs twitch wider against the desk.

"You remember," I say.

Her eyes lift to mine, glazed now, caught halfway between then and now. "Knox."