Page 212 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

"No." My fingers tighten on her throat to reinforce my correction. "That's not who I am to you right now, is it? Try again."

Her cunt clenches at the order, and I watch as slick dribbles onto the desk below. If I have my way, my desk is going to be ruined before I'm done with her. I want to smell her desire here every time I have to work late.

She swallows. "Sir."

I hum, pleased, and as a reward, I dig into the top drawer of my desk and pull out a present I've been working on.

A scrap of leather hangs from my fingers, dangling between us.

"Is that—?" she stutters with furrowed brows.

"Your collar, Omega Sparks."

She blinks as my grin widens, and I send her the memory of when I presented her with the bite collar and ordered her to wear it.

I smother my amusement as I say the words I said on that day, "I expect you to wear it at all times so your comrades aren't distracted by your… odor."

"Odor!?" she shouts with exactly the same outrage.

Mirth bubbles up inside me, and I have to bite my inner cheek to stop myself from laughing.

Halley's palms press harder into the wood behind her. She looks just as spitting mad as the first time I mocked her for smelling like sin.

She glares as I fasten the collar around her thin neck, taking extra care to ensure the silver name tag is directly at the front where I can read it.

'Princess' is engraved in my own handwriting.

Last time, I made the mistake of letting Blaze add the name and was forced to see 'Sparkles' scrawled in his messy writing every day around her throat. He stole from me the satisfaction of that small claim over her, but now that itch has finally been scratched.

"There. That's my good girl. You always looked so pretty in your collar."

A whimper escapes and more slick spills from her exposed pussy, perfuming the air already heavy with her need.

"And you’re still just as responsive to praise." I drag my nose along her jaw, breathing her in. Her breath catches when I gently stroke her folds, spreading her slick around, but not touching her where she needs me. "Still just as easy to make wet."

Her eyelids flutter, threatening to close.

"Look at me."

She obeys my order instantly, and I circle her clit as a reward while I hold her gaze and push another pulse of memory into her.

I recall the bunkhouse tent we all shared, thick with unmated Alpha scent and spent seed, and the way her body reacted before her pride could hide it. The instant I looked at her, I knew my control was already failing because she was under my command, wearing the collar I had fastened around her throat, and all I could think about was bending her over the nearest surface and taking what my body had already decided was mine.

Arousal is pumping through me, reverberating through the bond, feeding her arousal back to me in a constant, inescapable loop.

"Fuck, princess." I grunt and give in.

I open my trousers with my free hand and push them down just far enough to free my cock. The relief is immediate, and I hiss through my teeth as I stroke myself once, twice, using the slick I took from her body.

Halley watches, transfixed.

"The first day I met you, I wanted to spread your thighs and make you cry on my cock. I wanted to hear whether you'd be so defiant once I gave you what your body was begging for."

A wrecked little sound slips from her throat.

"Do you know what stopped me?"

She shakes her head.