Chapter Nineteen
Knox
She’s infuriating. And gorgeous.
It’s like she was designed to press my buttons. Everything she says. Everything she does. It makes my blood pump and my head spin.
Are all Omegas like this, or did General Stone brew her in a lab specifically to fuck with me?
She smells so fucking good. I’ve been hard from the moment she arrived. Despite the irritation and frustration from her insubordination, each petty act of rebellion only serves to grow my attraction to her.
Omega Sparks.
She’s going to be my downfall. I know it.
I march away from the chow tent, a mix of rage and confused arousal driving me into the shadows of the forest.
I’m severely regretting my decision to revoke privacy like I usually do for new recruits. It’s the fastest way to bond a squad together and show a soldier they’re just a small cog in a larger machine. It usually works like a charm. ’Cept I keep underestimating how potent her presence is.
With each second in her presence, I feel my control slipping, and I hate her for it.
Watching her dig that hole was more of a punishment for me than for her. Her sassy remarks deserved to be corrected, but as her weak muscles quivered with the strain of each shovelful, I couldn’t help but imagine what else she’d quiver for.
And fuck, the noises she made unconsciously in conjunction with the musky scent of her sweat were obscene.
My knot is aching. The persistent dull throb in my shaft and balls has become painful.
The final straw was the sight of her ass poured into that uniform. Full breasts straining against the fabric like one strong inhale would cause them to burst free.
The worst part is, it was intentional.
She hides behind her sweet submission, but I know what she is.
And it only makes my attraction grow, along with my hatred.
She’s a brat. Just as undisciplined as General Stone told me she would be, and she needs a firm Alpha to bring her to heel.
If she were my Omega, I’d teach her what happens when a brat misbehaves.
My palm itches with the want to bend her over my knee and spank her round bottom red. She’d pretend not to love it, and maybe at the start it would hurt, but then she’d melt into my thighs and her pussy would glisten with need.
I reach the thick trunk of a tree not far from the camp, but can’t keep walking deeper into the forest depths. I have to come. Now.
Leaning against the tree, I close my eyes and let myself indulge in a fantasy. Just for a moment. Just to get her out of my mind and bloodstream.
I want to punish her with my cock down in her pretty mouth. I imagine her plush pink lips stretched over the crown, her little hot tongue lapping at the sensitive spot just below.
Fuck.
The thought of her throat clenching around the head of my cock as she gags sends a dribble of pre-come rolling down my wrist.
I pump my cock five times and it’s all it takes for ropes of come to jet onto the forest floor. It’s a massive load and I’m panting from the euphoria of release.
I tilt my head back against the tree trunk, and try to calm my racing heart.
The cool mountain air kisses the sweat on my upper lip, and I lick the salty sheen away.
I wait for my cock to flag and the hum of arousal to fade. It doesn’t. Instead, the heat rises through me again, a hunger clawing through my veins like a stalking tiger.
I wrap my fist around my weeping cock and start to pump again. One orgasm isn’t enough to get her out of my system. She’s rooted deep.
I’ve never come across a mission this consuming, and it’s still day one.
I close my eyes and let the next fantasy flood my imagination, roughly stroking myself to unsatisfying completion. It won’t be enough. The only thing that will sate my hunger is strictly off-limits.
She’s not my Omega.
Only a mission. A recruit to train. Just another soldier.
I grunt into the depths of the forest as I squeeze my partially inflated knot in a vise-like grip and repeat the keystone of our squad’s plan for training Omega Halley Sparks.
Rule number one: don’t fuck the Omega.