52. Chapter Fifty-Two #3
I grab the collar at the front of her throat and use it like a handle, bracing her so I can get my cock deeper inside.
I lean down, biting at the flesh peeking out over the leather, reliving every moment I dreamed of sinking my teeth into her throat while she trained.
Red welts appear, and I suck more bruises, no longer leashing my urges.
She takes them, crying out, moaning, and whimpering with each new mark that appears on her pretty skin.
It heals, and I replace it again and again.
I give her no choice but to take everything I'm giving her. Everything I suppressed while I was her Prime Alpha and forbidden to touch.
Each thrust knocks another cry out of her.
I pull back to admire my work, watching her tits bounce with the force of each pound. Her cunt clenches around me like she is trying to drag me deeper, keep me there, and own every inch of me.
And she does. She fucking owns me. From that first moment, I was hers. It just took me a while to come to terms with it.
My hand leaves her hip just long enough to slap down between her thighs, right over her engorged clit. The sound cracks through the room, and she jolts, yelping as she sobs my name again. "Kno—ox!"
"Wrong name, Omega," I snap.
I slap her clit again, harder.
Her whole body jolts. "Mmm. S—Sir!"
Better. I slap her again anyway because it feels amazing when she clenches down on me.
Her hands scramble between her legs, trying to bat me away.
"Uh-uh, follow orders and keep your hands on the desk.
" I cuff her wrists in my hands and drag them above her head, pressing them harshly down onto the wood.
"Yes, that's it. Hold them right there. Ah fuck, that's it, princess, there we go.
What a good Omega, letting me play with her gushing little cunt. "
I rub her clit in quick, brutal circles without slowing the thrust of my hips. It's too much stimulation for her. I'm not a virgin anymore, and I've had plenty of time to use my years of strategy training to learn exactly what sends her wild.
She's not saying her safe word, and she's taking everything I'm giving her, just like she always promised she would.
She told me she could handle my Alpha, no matter how rough I got, and she wasn't lying. My good Omega is taking it all.
"Look at you now," I say, voice low and filthy against her ear. "Not a frightened little recruit in borrowed fatigues anymore. You’re on my desk, taking your General's cock, wearing my collar, and keeping up just fine."
She breaks with a loud cry as her orgasm crashes through without warning. Her legs shake around my waist while I keep fucking her through it, relentless, using the clenching of her channel for my own pleasure while the bond burns bright and hungry between us.
Feeling her pleasure in both her body and her mind is too much. I pump a few more times, and I'm almost at my peak too.
My knot swells fast, thickening at the base of my cock, and I push it in as deep as I can go, nestling my knot inside her pussy. The stretch of my knot has Halley crying out and clutching at my shoulders, my previous order to hold her hands above her head forgotten.
My orgasm hits me, and I shout, growling her name as ropes of come spill from me, and my balls ache with how hard I'm coming.
"Take it," I grunt, one hand locked on her hip, the other still tangled in her hair. "That’s it, baby. Take your Alpha's knot."
Her whole body trembles.
I brace my arm around her back and haul her off the desk with me as I drop heavily into my chair. It rolls back half an inch under the force before settling. Halley lands in my lap facing me, her convulsing thighs spread around my hips, my cock still throbbing and locked deep inside her.
She gasps and grabs at me harder, chest heaving, and tremors of pleasure rip through her. My knot nestles firmly against her O-spot, extending her orgasm.
"Easy," I say, though my own voice is wrecked. I slide a hand up her spine and hold her there, keeping her seated on me while my knot does its work. "I’ve got you."
Her forehead falls to my shoulder, and she buries her nose in my neck. A soft, helpless whimper leaves her as she adjusts to the fullness, and I close my eyes as satisfaction rolls over me.
This.
My Omega in my lap, knotted on my cock, wearing my collar, wrecked and warm and mine.
This is what I craved from the moment we met. Even if I didn't understand it at the time.
I tip my head and press my mouth to her temple, then lower my voice against her skin.
"That's my Omega. You took me so well, Alpha is so proud of you."
The bond settles into a slow, molten hum.
I send her one last set of memories, this time to show her how closely I watched her during those first days at training camp.
I remember the uniform that hung wrong on her body, the scrapes on her knees, her wide eyes, and the stubborn mouth that made me want to pull her closer even while I ordered her away.
I show her panting on her back after beating her previous sit-up record, grinning after she landed her first punch on Shade, and watching Blaze around the campfire with open amusement as he told another ridiculous story about his years as an assassin.
I let her see the love that had always clouded me, even from the very beginning when I couldn't admit it to myself.
Then I let the present wash back in.
My office right now. My knot inside her and my collar at her throat. Her thighs wrapped around me as the last of her pleasure is milked by my knot pressing against her perfectly. I let her feel how strong that love has grown.
She lifts her head enough to look at me, dazed and flushed.
"I wasn’t just trying not to fuck a subordinate back then," I tell her, my hand stroking slowly over her back. "I was trying not to lose my rut-damn mind over an Omega who walked into my camp, and belonged to me before either of us were ready for it."
Her breath catches.
I tip my fingers under her chin and make her hold my gaze. "You were never just another soldier, Halley."
Her eyes go soft, and I feel her love flow back through the bond.
Then she smiles, slow and pleased with herself. "Took you long enough to admit it, sir."
I huff a quiet laugh and tighten my hold on her hips.
"Keep mouthing off," I murmur, looking at her straddling my lap in my chair, "and I’ll find a way to pinch your naughty little clit."
I brush my thumb over the tag at her throat, then tip it so I can read the word engraved there.
Princess.
It's perfect because, for me, there is no one who ranks higher. No one whose orders I will follow over hers anymore. She is my ruler, owner, monarch, and commander.
Halley looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes, flushed from her orgasm and the weight of my knot. Her fingers drift over my shoulders, lazy and content now.
I kiss her slowly and hold her against me, letting myself show her how much I completely adore her.
A hard knock rattles the office door.
We pull apart and glance at the door.
There is another knock, louder this time.
"General?" The voice of one of my Beta aides calls from the other side, his tone urgent.
My whole body locks on instinct, one arm tightening around Halley as if I can shield her from the sound alone. She is still in my lap, flushed and soft, my knot buried deep inside her with my desk a complete disaster in front of us.
I bare my teeth at the door and growl, "I'm busy."
Halley makes a breathless little laugh against my throat. "I think they heard how busy you are."
Another knock. "General, it’s important."
I shift my jacket over her automatically, covering what I can, already calculating sightlines, angles, what the desk hides, what it doesn’t.
Halley lifts her head and looks at me, still dazed, and entirely too calm for an Omega knotted outside of her nest with a stranger close by.
"It’s okay," she says softly. "Let them in. They obviously need you."
My grip on her hip tightens. "No, Princess. Not while we're like this."
Her mouth curves. "It sounds like it can't wait for your knot to go down."
That is not the point.
The point is that she is bare under my jacket, wearing my collar, and still stretched around my knot.
Her territorial instincts should be reacting as strongly as mine, demanding privacy and safety while she is vulnerable and knotted to me. Instead, she smiles at me, nods, and smooths a hand over my chest. "I trust you to keep me covered and safe."
The words hit right in my possessive Alpha hindbrain, and I growl lowly in approval.
My Omega has faith that I can protect her.
Halley’s eyes warm with amusement. "Also, I’m your mate. I think people can survive seeing me sitting on your lap."
I look at her, at the smug little satisfaction tucked into her expression, and inhale through my nose. "We smell like sex. They'll know that we're knotted."
"Maybe," she says, shrugging with no shame at all. "I don't mind them seeing proof of our love."
I took the role of General to protect Halley because the only way to control what was demanded of her was to become the person with the authority to make those demands.
I’ve been a leader my entire life and trained for it since childhood, so I knew the position would claim my time and make me responsible for everyone in this fortress.
Halley understands because she feels that responsibility too.
These are our people, and we will defend and serve them through rain, hail, shine, or knot.
I sigh in resignation.
I gather the front of my jacket tighter around her, check that she is covered, and settle her more securely against my chest with her nose tucked into my throat.
I kiss her temple once more, and school my features from a knot-blissed Alpha into the stern expression expected of Blackgate Fortress's General Knox.
I raise my voice.
"Enter."