Page 75 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

"Then knot me," I say, looking up at him from under my lashes, trying not to show just how badly my body needs his on top of me again. Like now.

"It won't fit."

I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. "I still want it."

Knox goes still.

The uncertainty in his expression doesn’t vanish, but it changes. His gaze drops to my mouth, then my throat, then down at his lap where his cock is still painfully erect, the base fully inflated in a knot, and when it comes back to my face, there is intent in it.

"You understand what you’re asking me for?" he says.

My heat answers faster than I can. "Yes."

Knox sways forward and holds on to me, his fingers still stained red as they curl into my side, tugging me closer. He rubs his face along my neck, where the bite is still fresh and painful, nuzzles around it and mouths at it. "You still want it, princess?"

"Yeah," I breathe, swallowing as he cants his hips forward, sliding his cock along the soft skin of my inner thigh.

I shiver and make the most pitiful whine.

"Now?" Knox asks. He leans forward, pressing me down until I'm once more on my back and legs spread open around him.

"Uh-huh," I squeak. "As soon as possible."

Knox’s jaw flexes, and the bond between us pulls tight with decision. I should probably recognize that determined expression, the one he gets when he's making a plan.

I don’t. I'm too heated and yearning.

Knox’s knot is already swollen, and it’ll take at least half an hour to subside, assuming Knox is like other Alphas. He’s not. He has never been. He’s a damn overachiever in everything he does, so knowing him, he’ll hold his knot for hours.

Hours.

In my head, the conclusion is obvious. We kiss, he touches me, maybe fucks me with the tip of his cock, hopefully gives me a few mind-blowing orgasms, and we wait.

Before I can spiral, he kisses me.

It’s his signature messy, unpracticed style. All mouth and teeth and lips and tongue. It’s wet and filthy, and I moan into the kiss as he distracts me from all thoughts of my poor pussy not surviving being deprived of his knot for hours.

His enormous hands knead at my ass, sliding his hands up my thighs and pressing them back to my chest, leaving me vulnerably open once more. It feels good being under his hands again, so if this is what we do until his knot deflates, then I think I can make it work.

He adjusts my legs to where he wants them, and then sinks his cock inside me. His eyes stay fixed on my face, watching every reaction like he’s measuring what I can take.

Knox doesn't let up, going up on his knees so he can pull out and ram in again, picking up where we'd left off. It's shallow, his knot stopping him from filling me up the way we both crave, but it's enough. The licks of heat and the dull ache in my core ease under his attention.

My body remembers that it has been denied its orgasm and gets on board real fast.

"Knox—"

"Call me Prime Alpha."

Heat rolls through me, and I obey. "Prime Alpha."

The title leaves my mouth on a shaky exhale, and his whole body reacts. His hips press deeper, his fingers tighten on my thighs, and the red in his eyes burns brighter as those two words drag another piece of his rut to the surface.

I say it again because I want that reaction. "Prime Alpha."

His breath catches. The bond floods with hunger and satisfaction, possessive and filthy, and the pleasure of it makes my body clench around him.

"Again," he orders.