Page 223 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

But Halley is finally asleep in the nest. She hasn't been sleeping well, and it took me a full hour of lightly brushing her hair to get her to fall asleep. I won’t drag her into this unless there is no other option, but that's fine, because I know my Blaze, and I still have a few tricks up my sleeve to bring him back to reality.

Option one would be sending him back into the field until he burned through the manic edge. I dismissed that before the thought had even finished forming. Blaze alone, unstable, and armed is how you create cautionary tales. I love this Alpha too much to set him loose when he can't put the brakes on his own impulses. He might not come back to us alive.

Option two would be taking him to the training grounds, which is also a terrible idea. He doesn't spar when he's like this. He hunts, and Blackgate’s soldiers have earned a quiet night without being volunteered as chew toys.

Option three would be Everlyn and a sedative.

My stomach twists at the thought. He hates being drugged and then waking up with his body heavy and gaps in his memory. I would do it if I had to, because keeping him alive matters more than his pride, but I won’t make that choice until I’ve run out of better ones.

So I choose option four.

I give him structure, and I give him me.

His free hand twists in my shirt, buttons popping as he tries to drag me even closer.

"None of that. Put your hand on the wall," I tell him.

A slap echoes as Blaze quickly complies, his free palm impacting the stone by my head. He looms over me with all that big, dangerous Alpha strength. To anyone else, it would look like he has me trapped in a vulnerable position, but he doesn’t. I'm the one in control here.

He knows it.

I know it.

The bond hums with knowing, too.

"That’s it," I murmur, brushing my thumb along the underside of his jaw in time with his steady strokes over our cocks. "You’re going to hold yourself right there for Daddy. You’re going to breathe when I tell you to breathe, jack off my cock when I tell you to, answer when I ask you a question, and keep those hands exactly where I put them. One on our cocks, and the other on the wall."

His throat works.

I slide my hand to the back of his neck and squeeze with steady, firm pressure so it makes him feel held. "This okay for you, Blaze?"

"Yeah," he says immediately, then swallows.

I lift one brow.

"Yes, Daddy," he corrects.

I say the magic words again. "Good boy."

More pre-come dribbles out of his slit and over his knuckles.

His shoulders have dropped half an inch, and he refocuses on keeping the speed and pressure exactly as he knows I like, desperate to please.

I use my hold on the back of his neck to drag him down so I can brush my mouth against his, slow and controlled, giving him contact without letting him chase it. He tries anyway, because Blaze has never met a limit he didn’t want to lick, bite, or blow up. I squeeze his neck and pull him back before he can turn violent.

He makes a frustrated sound, his fist tightening momentarily, making my cock ache.

I squeeze my hand harder. I have to be firm with him both verbally and physically. Otherwise, he'll go for a weakness like a wild dog hunting prey. "You don’t take tonight. You receive what I give you. Do you understand me?"

His breath shakes.

"Yes, Daddy."

His fist relaxes, although the ache in my cock doesn't lessen. I force myself not to indulge in the pleasure of his touch, because tonight isn't about me. It's about him.

I smile against his mouth. "That’s better. See? Feral mutts are capable of learning."

He trembles again as the vein along his shaft pulses faster, but the tension on his side of the bond begins to ease. The wildness is still there, but now he's fixated on following my instructions, controlling his hands, and pleasing me.