Page 93 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

When I come back, I’m breathing hard, my lungs working in fast, shallow pulls. My hands flex above my head, and I realize they’re trapped there in someone’s grip.

When did that happen?

The hand around my wrists tightens, just a little, drawing my attention upward.

Pale eyes look down at me. A boyish face hovers above mine, pulled into an expression I can’t read. Maybe a snarl. Maybe a grin.

My mind can’t hold the details.

He is one of mine. That is all I need to know.

"Alpha," I slur, lifting my hips toward the cock driving into me. "Please give me more. Knot me, please."

"As you wish, Sparkles." His voice is bright with dark amusement. "Do you know how many knots you’ve taken so far? I don’t think you do. All come-drunk and knot-dazed, aren’t ya?"

I hum and nod because agreeing seems important. I’ll agree to anything if it gets me the knot my body craves.

He laughs, and it makes me shudder. Dark delight and adoration roughen his laugh, and I can hear how completely ruined he is.

He moves with deep, merciless strokes, his hips slapping against mine while his hands keep me where he wants me. His mouth brushes mine when as says, "Say my name, and I’ll give you my knot."

I whimper, forcing my eyes to focus. That’s unfair. I’m in heat. I’m feverish, slick-drenched, and losing time while my Pack passes me from one knot to the next. My mind isn't working. He could show a little mercy.

His grin widens.

"Come on, sweetheart. Tell me who’s fucking you right now."

That glint in his eyes gives him away.

"Screw you, Blaze," I breathe, trying to sound defiant while my body rocks into every thrust. "I want Blaise to knot me instead."

He throws his head back and barks with laughter.

I don’t join him.

"If you’re going to keep running your mouth instead of fucking me properly…"

I buck my hips and slide my fingers to my clit because if he’s going to tease me, I’m perfectly willing to help myself.

I don’t finish the threat.

His hips drive forward once, twice, and then he grinds down with devastating precision. His cock rubs exactly where I need it, and my mouth falls open around a broken sound.

I can’t breathe right.

I can’t think.

I can’t remember why I was annoyed.

"You were saying, Sparkles?" he asks, smug and breathless above me.

I don’t care that he’s being impossible. I arch into him, chasing every bit of friction he gives me. The need builds fast, turning my moans rough and frantic as his knot begins to swell at my entrance.

"There it is," he murmurs. "That’s what you wanted."

"Yes, please," I gasp. "Please, Blaze."

The name leaves me as the knot starts to breach me, and his control breaks with it.