Page 73 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

I lie there in a haze of bliss as Knox releases his hold on my arms and hooks my drooping legs over his biceps, folding me in half. A position I would never have been able to hold if it weren't for months of vigorous physical training by this exact, hardheaded Alpha.

My hands scramble to grip his back, nails scratching and fingers clenching.

He can't stop. He's all Alpha instinct, the beast in complete control now, fucking in and out of my sensitive Omega hole.

I can feel another orgasm coming already. The O-spot is throbbing with overstimulation, so swollen that it's unable to hide from the constant assault. My body is responsive, each touch bringing me both relief and craving, but I know my body won't settle until I'm given a big, fat Alpha knot.

Knox hasn't moved from the bonding bite. He's working it over with fixated attention, switching between long, languid licks and greedy mouthfuls of my neck. There is a constant growl coming from deep in his chest, somewhere between a territorial snarl and a satisfied rumble.

His thrusts pick up the pace, his hips driving in until each one punches the breath out of me.

"Feel so fucking good around my cock, Omega. My princess was made for me to pin down and fuck, weren't you?" he slurs between licking and sucking at my throbbing mating bite. "Gonna hold you down and knot you again and again. Make you take all my come. Fill you up."

He's completely gone. An Alpha in full rut uttering mindless filth.

A ripple of unease flickers through the bond, gone before I can chase it.

At the thought of his knot, my inner Omega perks up, clenching my walls around the invading cock.

I can feel the first signs of swelling at the base, stretching my entrance on each thrust in and out.

"Ah! Mmm, please — uh, uh, uh — give me your knot."

I tighten both arms around his neck, clinging and dragging him down tighter against me until we are as close as possible.

Around us, the others shift in the nest, but I can't focus on anything but Knox. I buck my hips, trying to encourage him on. I need his knot; I needed it months ago in that training camp. It's long overdue.

"Don't stop," I gasp, aware that it's already too late for that. There was no way Prime Alpha Knox in rut was going to let his Omega go now, not when I can feel his stomach muscles bunching up as his orgasm crests.

"Knot me! Yes, Alpha," I beg as I feel Knox tense, my second orgasm, primed to crash at the same time as his.

He groans long and low as he comes inside with one last fuck forward. I can feel his come, hot and gushing, inside me, and the knot swelling insistently at my entrance, ready to lock against my O-spot and give me the ultimate bliss.

My eyes spring open.

Something is wrong.

The bond jerks hard.

As if in slow motion, I watch as Blaze dives out of the nest with Viper already behind him. Shade follows them with a curse, and all three of them charge the door.

There is shouting and movement at the threshold, and before I understand what's happening, Knox is gone too.

I cry out in distress, my body clenching down on nothing as the ruined orgasm tears through me. I was so close. Knox was right there, and now his knot is gone.

I burst into tears, hands scrambling into the nest blankets as my body shakes with the betrayal of it. Even if Knox comes back now, his knot will be too swollen to push inside me.

I can smell blood, and there is shouting, growling, and maybe screaming.

I don't really care. My body only understands what it was denied.

I roll to my side, forcing my unfocused eyes toward the door. I catch glimpses of Knox on top of someone, beating them into the ground. This isn’t the Knox I’ve seen lose control before. This is rut instinct, brutal and protective.

There was an intruder. Someone threatened the nest, and I can’t find it in me to be angry at my Pack for leaving me.

They’re protecting us.

Good Pack.