Page 90 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

Shade's talking again.

"… make her drink…"

He sounds distressed, and I whine because I don't want my Beta to be upset.

"Princess, listen to me." His voice drops lower, and even through the fog, the authority in it makes my body pause. "You need fluids. You’re sweating, and you’re leaking slick. Drink this for me, and your Alpha will be very pleased with you. Don’t you want to please your Alpha?"

I stop fighting.

Pleasing my Alpha matters to me.

I want to please him. I want to be good for him. I want him to look at me with that dark pride in his eyes and tell me I’m his perfect Omega.

So I drink.

The water is so cold it hurts my teeth, yet I swallow because Knox told me to. His thumb strokes my jaw while I obey, and his voice turns rough with approval.

"That’s my good Omega. Such a good girl for me."

The praise moves through me, and suddenly I can’t stop drinking. I’m parched. My body remembers thirst all at once, and I swallow mouthful after mouthful while Knox keeps me steady.

My hand keeps searching between us, looking for the one thing I need more than water.

I find his cock at last, hot and thick beneath my fingers, and the desire in me surges so fast I choke on the next swallow. Water spills down my chin and onto my chest.

A long, breathy moan leaves me.

"Messy girl," Knox murmurs, his thumb sweeping the water from my skin.

"Please, Alpha." My voice catches on a hiccup. "Need you."

The heat is everywhere now. Between my legs. In my gland. Beneath every inch of damp skin. My core clenches with a pressure that hurts, and I wince, my fingers tightening around his shaft.

This time, Knox relents. He puts down the canteen and rearranges so he can slide his hand down my stomach.

His fingers dip between my thighs.

I cry out as they slide through my folds, pleasure breaking through the pain with such force that my hips lift into his hand.

"Sopping wet, princess," he says, his voice strained. "Look at the mess you've made."

He likes my mess. I know he does because pre-come beads at his cockhead and slides over my knuckles.

"Please," I beg again, tears prickling at my eyes.

This time, he gives me what I need.

Knox rolls me onto my back. The nest tilts around me, the ceiling shifting in and out of focus, and then he is there between my thighs, broad and hot and shaking with restraint as he feeds his cock into me.

My body opens for him, accepting every inch of his girth and length, and I revel in the delicious stretch.

He fills me until his fat cockhead kisses my cervix. He holds there, buried deep, and I know he’s leaking a steady stream of pre-come inside me.

"That’s where you need me, isn’t it?" he growls, mouth brushing my throat. "Right there. Deep in this wet pussy, giving you what your body’s begging for."

My eyes flutter as tiny white dots spark behind my lids.

"Uh-huh," I gasp, nodding furiously.