Page 215 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

My Omega in my lap, knotted on my cock, wearing my collar, wrecked and warm and mine.

This is what I craved from the moment we met. Even if I didn't understand it at the time.

I tip my head and press my mouth to her temple, then lower my voice against her skin.

"That's my Omega. You took me so well, Alpha is so proud of you."

The bond settles into a slow, molten hum.

I send her one last set of memories, this time to show her how closely I watched her during those first days at training camp. I remember the uniform that hung wrong on her body, the scrapes on her knees, her wide eyes, and the stubborn mouth that made me want to pull her closer even while I ordered her away. I show her panting on her back after beating her previous sit-up record, grinning after she landed her first punch on Shade, and watching Blaze around the campfire with open amusement as he told another ridiculous story about his years as an assassin.

I let her see the love that had always clouded me, even from the very beginning when I couldn't admit it to myself.

Then I let the present wash back in.

My office right now. My knot inside her and my collar at her throat. Her thighs wrapped around me as the last of her pleasure is milked by my knot pressing against her perfectly. I let her feel how strong that love has grown.

She lifts her head enough to look at me, dazed and flushed.

"I wasn’t just trying not to fuck a subordinate back then," I tell her, my hand stroking slowly over her back. "I was trying not to lose my rut-damn mind over an Omega who walked into my camp, and belonged to me before either of us were ready for it."

Her breath catches.

I tip my fingers under her chin and make her hold my gaze. "You were never just another soldier, Halley."

Her eyes go soft, and I feel her love flow back through the bond.

Then she smiles, slow and pleased with herself. "Took you long enough to admit it, sir."

I huff a quiet laugh and tighten my hold on her hips.

"Keep mouthing off," I murmur, looking at her straddling my lap in my chair, "and I’ll find a way to pinch your naughty little clit."

I brush my thumb over the tag at her throat, then tip it so I can read the word engraved there.

Princess.

It's perfect because, for me, there is no one who ranks higher. No one whose orders I will follow over hers anymore. She is my ruler, owner, monarch, and commander.

Halley looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes, flushed from her orgasm and the weight of my knot. Her fingers drift over my shoulders, lazy and content now.

I kiss her slowly and hold her against me, letting myself show her how much I completely adore her.

A hard knock rattles the office door.

We pull apart and glance at the door.

There is another knock, louder this time.

"General?" The voice of one of my Beta aides calls from the other side, his tone urgent.

My whole body locks on instinct, one arm tightening around Halley as if I can shield her from the sound alone. She is still in my lap, flushed and soft, my knot buried deep inside her with my desk a complete disaster in front of us.

I bare my teeth at the door and growl, "I'm busy."

Halley makes a breathless little laugh against my throat. "I think they heard how busy you are."

Another knock. "General, it’s important."