Page 76 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

My lips part around the title, softer this time, more ruined. "Prime Alpha."

Knox stares down at me with his mouth open and his control thinning by the second. I should have known this would undo him. Of course my duty-obsessed, rank-wearing, command-giving Alpha wants me calling him Prime Alpha while he’s buried inside me.

He picks up the pace, snapping his hips in until I'm stretched loose again, the slick easing the way. The base of his knot presses against me insistently.

That's when he leans forward, looming over me, and whispers, "Think you can take my knot, Omega?"

I moan, nodding despite being confused. I don't know why he's teasing us both with what we can’t have yet.

Knox grabs both my arms, pushing them until my wrists are crossed above my head again. He tests his weight and looks to our side where Shade is lying and watching.

Shade’s eyes meet mine first, then they flick down to Knox's knot, and back up again. I don't understand why his eyes are so wide or why he's looking at me with a mix of awe and apprehension.

"Hold her down," Knox grunts.

Shade doesn’t move right away. His gaze stays on mine, and his question comes through the bond without words.

I answer by lifting my wrists toward him.

Only then does he spring into action, smiling as he enters the fray.

Knox watches as Shade’s hands close around my wrists. Shade’s grip is firm, but the bond stays gentle, a quiet promise that he’ll let go the second I need him to.

Knox gives my arms a testing pull, and Shade holds me exactly where he wants me.

Knox grunts in approval and sits back on his haunches. His gaze drags over me, pinned beneath Shade’s hands and split open on his cock, and his mouth curves.

"Good girl."

Slick gushes from me, and he chuckles.

I’m dazed and breathless, but I smile back at him. I don’t fully understand why Knox asked Shade to help when he was managing on his own, but Shade’s hands feel firm around my wrists, and my Omega likes that Knox, despite being in rut, is letting him share this space.

I look up at Shade, and he smiles down at me while brushing the hair off my forehead.

Knox drives into me a few more times, watching my face with focused intent as my breasts bounce with every thrust. The base of his swollen knot presses against me.

He bears down.

Trepidation finally weaves its way through the haze of my arousal.

He bears down harder, and I cry out in confusion.

He's not going to… is he? He can't! His knot won't fit like this.

"Knox!" I shout.

His eyes narrow, and he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

"Prime Alpha," I correct quickly, breathless and frantic.

It doesn't help my case.

He keeps pressing. The pressure builds, and my thoughts scatter around the impossible size of him. His knot is already swollen. He can’t fit inside me like this. He knows that. He has to know that.

The entire point of a knot is that it gets too large to slip out after he comes, sealing his come inside me.

My eyes fly to Shade, begging him to intervene, but my Beta’s face is flushed, his breathing heavy, and the bond between us stays steady. He isn’t afraid. He isn’t stopping this.