Page 226 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

Those are, apparently, the correct words, because his lips part wider and he slides further down my shaft, taking me deep until my cock reaches his soft palate.

"Fuck!" I gasp aloud into the stillness of the room, then bite my lower lip to stop any further sounds from escaping.

Mischief lights up Blaze’s eyes, and I realize my mistake a second too late. I’ve made staying quiet a rule, and Blaze loves rules best when he can test exactly how far he can push them until they break.

It's now his personal mission to make me scream.

He sets an erratic rhythm, one moment suckling lightly on the piercing, the next, taking me down his throat without gagging, then back to little kitten licks up and down the shaft.

I drag my fingers through his hair, rubbing my thumb over the silver streak at his temple.

War made it easy to forget how handsome this Alpha is. I never stopped noticing him, but Blaze spent so long committing war atrocities that I was usually too busy keeping us alive to appreciate how handsome he looked doing it.

Tonight, kneeling between my thighs with his eyes lifted to mine, he looks younger than the reputation he’s built. He's still highly dangerous and half-feral most of the time, but these days, I catch myself staring at him the same way I stare at Halley. With want, yes, but also with affection so deep it startles me.

Somewhere between the war, meeting Halley, and learning how to care for each other, these moments stopped being a mutual sexual release and became a relationship. It doesn’t compete with what I feel for Halley. Instead, it fits beside it, amplifying the love within our Pack.

It's a different relationship to the one I have with Viper and Knox. While I love my Pack mates, I'm in love with Blaze and Halley.

Blaze makes a low sound and leans closer, desperate to get as much of me inside him at once.

I curl my fingers gently in his hair and guide him back.

He comes off my cock with a pop. He blinks up at me, confused why I've stopped him, but looking at me for my next order.

'Take my trousers off.'

Blaze blinks up at me again, still a little dazed, but follows my orders without question. I lift my hips, and he works the fabric down until I'm sitting there with my lower half naked and my shirt rucked up to my chin.

I lean across the couch and open the side table drawer, searching by touch until my fingers close around what I need. When I settle back against the cushions, Blaze’s gaze drops to my hand, and he frowns before looking back at my face.

A question passes through the bond. There aren't any words, only a rush of apprehension and confusion.

I answer it before he can ask.

'Show me your hand.'

He presents his left hand immediately, palm up, fingers spread.

'My good boy.'

I take my time, coating his fingers while he watches every movement. His breathing changes, deeper now, more controlled, but the wildness still flickers beneath it.

I lift my legs until my heels are resting on the edge of the couch, and incline my head down to my spread ass. 'Open me up.'

Excitement bubbles up inside him, spilling down the bond. His body starts to quiver as he licks his lips, eyes locked onto my exposed hole.

He's a second away from diving right in with far too much enthusiasm, so I catch his wrist and hold him still.

'Look at me.'

His wide eyes snap to mine, his swollen, red lips parted.

'This is new for us,' I say patiently. 'So we’re going to go slow and you will listen to every sound I make and every word I give you.'

His throat works.

'Yes, Daddy.'