52. Chapter Fifty-Two #2
"It didn't fit you." I grip one boot and drag it off, then the other, tossing them aside without looking.
"You didn't look like a soldier sent to me for training.
You looked like my fucking wet-dreams come true.
Nothing fit your curves or was made with the slightest thought that an Omega might have to wear it, and it reminded me just how wrong it was that you were there.
I was expected to break you down and build you back up as a soldier, even though every instinct insisted you belonged in a soft nest far from brutish Alphas. "
Her breath catches.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her trousers and drag her closer to the desk edge. "Lift your hips."
She obeys at once.
"There you go, good girl."
I peel the fabric down her thighs in steady pulls, exposing warm skin as the bond carries her arousal back to me. Memory tangles with reality, and the uniform that once hung awkwardly from a frightened recruit now slides from the confident woman sitting on my desk, flushed and dripping for me.
I toss the trousers and her panties aside and spread her knees wider again, looking down at her glistening folds.
"That's better," I say, inhaling the scent of her uncovered pussy deeply.
I love seeing her spread open for me like this.
It's the ultimate act of submission, and it feeds the dominant, possessive Alpha inside me.
"Fuck, I wanted to rip your clothes off that first day.
Wanted to see your pretty pussy. I could smell it, and it drove me half-mad. "
I slide my hand up her throat and around to the back of her neck, wrapping my fingers until they graze her mating gland. I feel over the ridges of the claiming bite I left there, and I shudder.
The second I touch her gland, I force the memory down the bond. We're in my tent and she's sweating with alarm. My palm tingles as I remember my grip closing over the back of her neck possessively as I held her still, exerting my control over her.
It was brash and heavy-handed, a complete asshole move, but it was what my inner Alpha and her Omega needed in that moment to establish our roles.
"Do you remember how angry it made you when I put my hand here? But you went soft for me, didn't you? Your Omega loved how I touched your special place and hated me for it."
Halley’s breath stutters. Her thighs twitch wider against the desk.
"You remember," I say.
Her eyes lift to mine, glazed now, caught halfway between then and now. "Knox."
"No." My fingers tighten on her throat to reinforce my correction. "That's not who I am to you right now, is it? Try again."
Her cunt clenches at the order, and I watch as slick dribbles onto the desk below. If I have my way, my desk is going to be ruined before I'm done with her. I want to smell her desire here every time I have to work late.
She swallows. "Sir."
I hum, pleased, and as a reward, I dig into the top drawer of my desk and pull out a present I've been working on.
A scrap of leather hangs from my fingers, dangling between us.
"Is that—?" she stutters with furrowed brows.
"Your collar, Omega Sparks."
She blinks as my grin widens, and I send her the memory of when I presented her with the bite collar and ordered her to wear it.
I smother my amusement as I say the words I said on that day, "I expect you to wear it at all times so your comrades aren't distracted by your… odor."
"Odor!?" she shouts with exactly the same outrage.
Mirth bubbles up inside me, and I have to bite my inner cheek to stop myself from laughing.
Halley's palms press harder into the wood behind her. She looks just as spitting mad as the first time I mocked her for smelling like sin.
She glares as I fasten the collar around her thin neck, taking extra care to ensure the silver name tag is directly at the front where I can read it.
'Princess' is engraved in my own handwriting.
Last time, I made the mistake of letting Blaze add the name and was forced to see 'Sparkles' scrawled in his messy writing every day around her throat. He stole from me the satisfaction of that small claim over her, but now that itch has finally been scratched.
"There. That's my good girl. You always looked so pretty in your collar."
A whimper escapes and more slick spills from her exposed pussy, perfuming the air already heavy with her need.
"And you’re still just as responsive to praise." I drag my nose along her jaw, breathing her in. Her breath catches when I gently stroke her folds, spreading her slick around, but not touching her where she needs me. "Still just as easy to make wet."
Her eyelids flutter, threatening to close.
"Look at me."
She obeys my order instantly, and I circle her clit as a reward while I hold her gaze and push another pulse of memory into her.
I recall the bunkhouse tent we all shared, thick with unmated Alpha scent and spent seed, and the way her body reacted before her pride could hide it.
The instant I looked at her, I knew my control was already failing because she was under my command, wearing the collar I had fastened around her throat, and all I could think about was bending her over the nearest surface and taking what my body had already decided was mine.
Arousal is pumping through me, reverberating through the bond, feeding her arousal back to me in a constant, inescapable loop.
"Fuck, princess." I grunt and give in.
I open my trousers with my free hand and push them down just far enough to free my cock. The relief is immediate, and I hiss through my teeth as I stroke myself once, twice, using the slick I took from her body.
Halley watches, transfixed.
"The first day I met you, I wanted to spread your thighs and make you cry on my cock. I wanted to hear whether you'd be so defiant once I gave you what your body was begging for."
A wrecked little sound slips from her throat.
"Do you know what stopped me?"
She shakes her head.
"Discipline." I step closer and drag the head of my cock through her wetness. Her whole body jumps. "Protocol. The same restraints you spent months testing every chance you got."
I do it again, slow enough to make her feel the length of me without relief.
"Now there’s no protocol standing between us. No rank to hide behind and no excuses left." I brace one hand beside her hip and line myself up properly. "Only you on my desk exposed, wearing my collar, with my claiming bite on your mating gland, dripping on my cock."
Her fingers curl against the wood. "Please."
I smile without warmth. "For a girl who hated orders so much, you’ve learned to beg very nicely."
Then I push in.
Halley gasps, falling backward onto her elbows, her back arching as I fuck myself inside her in one steady thrust.
Her cunt grips me hard, hot and wet, and my vision blurs for a second. I clench my teeth and hold still, forcing both of us to feel it.
The bond flares.
"Do you understand now?" I ask, my voice low and rough, teetering on the edge of my control. "Do you understand what it did to me to have you so close and pretend I didn’t want this?"
Halley’s eyes shine, wide and dazed. "Yes, sir."
I draw out and fuck back in harder.
"Do you understand how hard it was to shut my inner Alpha up when he was clawing at me to fuck you hard and raw and rough?"
The desk scrapes across the stone floor as I punctuate my words with driving thrusts.
"Y-Yes, sir," she replies, hiccuping.
"Good," I say. "Then take it, Omega."
And I give her what I've been afraid of doing since the day we met. My full, uninhibited Alpha.
I set a brutal pace.
There is no easing into it like Viper does, so she can stretch around his massive cock. I give her no mercy in the rhythm, pounding into her faster until her hands scramble on the wood and her breathing breaks into little helpless cries.
That sound goes straight through me and lands in my core, only fueling the fire burning for her.
I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back, forcing her back to arch beautifully while I fuck her the way I wanted to the first day I saw her.
I wrench at her shirt, and buttons burst free and fly across the room.
"Knox!" she gasps in protest, but I'm already dragging the cups of her bra down and sucking red bruises over her bouncing tits until my name ends in a stuttering moan.
The bond flashes hot as I shove more memories at her.
I remember her stumbling after me through camp, her legs working to match the punishing pace I set while I barked orders over my shoulder and pretended I wasn’t already obsessed with watching her try.
"Keep up," I snarl, echoing then and now, and thrust harder.
Halley gapes, her eyes glazed as she relives the past, but I don't let her drift too far into it. I keep her here, on my desk, split open on my cock while she feels both versions of us at once.
"Do you remember?" I ask, already knowing she does. "Do you remember stumbling after me in that ugly uniform, trying so hard to prove your worth?"
"Yes, sir," she cries, tears welling. I clamp her nipple between my fingers and twist, delighting as the tears spill over. I lap at them, drinking down the salty evidence of her body obeying mine.
I slam into her rougher than I ever have, the wet sound of my balls, coated in her slick, smacking against her ass is loud in the office now, indecent and impossible to mistake.
Anyone walking past will know exactly what is happening in here.
Her slick coats my cock, my thighs, the edge of the desk beneath her ass.
I grip her hip with my free hand and use it to angle her exactly where I want her.
"You were all stubbornness and attitude," I say around my heaving breath. "Could barely keep up with the training, but you kept trying anyway. Made my dick fucking hard, baby. So fucking hard for you, all the time."
She moans loudly, her mouth left hanging open, no restraint left in it.
"That’s it," I growl. "Keep up now."