Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“I think this is how I’m going to fuck you for the first time,” he growls, grinding harder. “We’ll see what happens first. You come on my knot… or you pass out on it.”
Oh rut. Oh fracking rut. Why do I find every deranged thing that comes out of his mouth so rut-damned hot? I’m messed up.
I’m gasping now, not just from lack of oxygen but from sheer, unbearable need. He still hasn’t moved or eased up. He’s letting it drag out, watching me squirm. Watching me break.
I’m seconds from rubbing myself shamelessly against the Alpha who might be just unhinged enough to knot me right here on the mat in front of everyone.
I catch Knox’s gaze.
Our Prime Alpha isn’t stopping it. He doesn’t call off his rabid soldier. He just watches, arms crossed, mouth curled in a smirk that knows too much.
He sees me.
He sees how desperate I am. How every touch, even the cruel ones, light me up. My body doesn’t care if it’s gentle or rough, if it’s love or punishment. It only knows it’s my Alpha.
Finally, finally, Knox gives a sharp nod.
“Off,” he orders.
Blaze pulls back, slow and unwilling, and I collapse onto the mat, flushed and trembling, soaked through and too far gone to pretend I’m not unnaturally aroused.
It takes minutes for the black spots to fade from my vision… and for the shame to take their place even as warmth continues to spread from my core.
Knox licks his lips and claps Blaze on the shoulder.
I just lay there, flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling and breathing like I’ve run a marathon during my heat.
“Any luck now?” Shade calls out, way too casually for someone who just watched me get body slammed and rutted against by a horny psychopath.
Oh. Ohhh.
It finally clicks.
That look Knox and Blaze exchanged before the match? That wasn’t nothing. That was coordination. Strategy.
They changed tactics.
Those rutting frackers are using my sexual attraction to them against me.
I want to be mad, but Shade warned me they’d use sexual tension in training. I just didn’t expect them to have weaponized it so blatantly.
Maybe I should show Shade my medical file and that steep spike on my pheromone graph, so he knows they really don’t need to do much to get my motor running. Except this has Knox written all over it. Strategy, control, pressure. He’s brilliant at this sort of thing. Scary brilliant.
It’s all to help me reach my O-space, and rut, I can’t deny it’s effective. I’m definitely feeling more in touch with my Omega right now. She’s prowling beneath the surface. Hungry for more of our mates.
And now I have to admit that Knox instructing Blaze to touch me intimately is actually working.
I grit my teeth, swallow what’s left of my pride, and force the words out.
“Uh, yeah. There’s… my Omega is interested.”
Shade makes a pleased sound like he’s just gotten the data point he wanted, but both Knox and Blaze look far too self-satisfied.
Shade looks up from his tablet, his eyes bright. Such a nerd, he’s loving running this experiment and playing with his data points.
“LT, you’re up,” he calls.
I’m not too worried about sparring with Viper. He’s my vessel of sanctuary, my big soft Alpha, and I expect him to go easy on me.
I was wrong.
So, so wrong.
The fracker is in cahoots with them.
‘Let’s dance, pretty girl.’
We circle each other on the mat, breath heavy, muscles coiled. I fake left, feint right, trying to find an opening, but he reads me too easily.
I feel him before he even moves.
Our connection pulls tight, like a breath held between us. Our instincts align, electric and inevitable. Viper is already smiling, his green eyes lit with amusement and heat, tuned into me like I’m his favorite frequency.
We move in sync.
I throw a jab to distract, following with a low kick meant to trip him up. His body shifts, graceful and grounded, and he sidesteps easily, catching my wrist mid-swing and yanking me toward him.
I stumble, off balance for just a second. That’s all he needs.
He lunges, fast as a strike. One strong arm snakes around my waist, the other locking my wrist as he spins me into him. My back collides with his chest, and I’m caught. Sealed in. His grip is a cage and a cradle, breath-stealing and intimate.
“Blaze made this position look so good last night,” he growls against my ear. “I wanted to give it a try.”
I thrash, trying to escape but he holds me tight. His forearm slides up underneath my breasts, anchoring across my ribs. The angle makes them spill forward, lifted and framed, like he’s offering me up. My chest rises and falls against the solid press of him.
I can feel his heartbeat and I swear I can feel it beating in time with mine.
“Oh yes,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “He got this right. You feel incredible against me, pretty girl.”
I squirm, my feet scrambling to find footing, but it only makes things worse. Every shift of my hips grinds me tighter against him. As a solution to stop my attempts to break free, he simply lifts me clean off the mat.
“Viper!” I shout, scandalized, as I hang from the front of him, boots off the ground and at his mercy.
He doesn't hide his arousal, his stiff cock grinding into my ass as I continue to wriggle.
The feeling of his arms around me is a drug, and with every grind of his length, I become more and more intoxicated.
Last time he held me so close, his knot locked inside of me and pumped load after load of hot seed until my belly bulged obscenely.
My inner Omega prowls eagerly.
"Don't just stand there, Specialist, fight your way out," Knox goads, ignoring the big soldier dry humping me from behind. Apparently, that's all above board and training is still happening.
I guess there’s no one to report sexual misconduct to. The General? He’d congratulate them for taming the Omega and working towards the greater good. As of yesterday, these aren't Fathim soldiers. They're rogues.
Besides, they’re my Pack. Viper is my Alpha. I’m not upset by his touch, but rather the humiliating position he has me in.
Deep grunts fall from my lieutenant’s lips as he grips me tighter.
I struggle and try to resist, my breathing becoming erratic the more I squirm against Viper's strength. It's inescapable, both his hold and my arousal.
His Alpha calls and my Omega answers.
I summon my Omega Command, desperately grappling for the coercive undercurrent that will grant me the power to set myself free.
It doesn’t come.
“Argh!” I scream in frustration, as my energy wavers and fails.
Knox clicks his tongue and raises a brow as I hang in Viper’s embrace.
“That all you got, Specialist?”
In answer, I go limp, my head sloping to the side as I bare my throat. “I yield.”
I expect Viper to lower me to the ground so we can start our match again, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to thrust and grind, using my body to give himself pleasure.
Shade appears beside Knox, and then Blaze slinks from whatever shadow he’d been lurking in.
They stand there and watch as my lieutenant uses me to masturbate. It's humiliating, and I feel shame because it’s turning me on.
My instincts purr with delight. I loved sex with Viper, but I’m coming to realize having the whole Pack together feeds a primal part of myself.
I want them to watch. To touch. For them to see how good an Omega I am for their brother.
I'm so wet that my thighs are slick with my juices, and the wetness soaks through my trousers.
Shade’s nostrils flare. Even his weak Beta senses can detect how desperate I am.
I feel Viper climax before I hear him. His body tightens and then shivers with a grunt.
With a twitch, he finishes, letting out a low, satisfied groan, and I can feel the bulb of his knot pressing into the cleft of my ass.
He loosens his hold, leans down, and plants a wet kiss to the side of my temple and releases me.
‘Thanks gorgeous.’
I stumble forward, my legs wavering, and I fall to my knees at the feet of our audience.
"Think LT won that round, Boss," Shade says to Knox, chuckling.
My Prime Alpha is silent, watching me closely. His red eyes are bright with desire. I'm so turned on and humiliated that I was so easily defeated. It’s a heady mix that I’m learning sends sparks of pleasure straight to my clit.
"Get up. Not the time to be on your knees for us, Omega Specialist," he clips, turning to stride to the center of the mats, rolling his shoulders. The others laugh at the innuendo like immature boys, and I roll my eyes.
Shade nudges me, jolting me into action. I climb to my shaky legs and follow Knox. He’s stretching his muscular arms and bouncing side-to-side, limbering up.
I blink as I realize I’m still not done for the day.
I have to fight Prime Alpha Knox.
Frack.
"Great," I say after taking a moment to shake out my hands, and decide to join in on their innuendos. "The whole squad gets to put me on my back today."
Shade chokes on his water, spilling it down his bare chest.
Well, even though I’m not winning any spars today, at least I had the best dirty joke.
The last time I sparred with Knox, it ended with me choking and Commanding him. To say we don’t have a good track record is an understatement.
I nervously shift my weight from one leg to the other.
"C'mon then, Specialist. If you've still got energy to be mouthy, then let's give you a chance to work out your frustrations."
Oh, I certainly have frustrations, just not any that should be worked out here in a public training arena. Or with the Alpha who is my trainer. Although, judging by the way Knox is looking at me, he has certainly changed his no-fraternization rule since the last time he was my instructor.
“Take a swing, Omega Specialist," he goads. He beckons with his hands, the same cocky smirk on his face.
His Prime Asshole persona used to irritate me. Now, that same smug expression does funny things to my insides.
I narrow my eyes. I know better than to attack a larger target first. A lesson he taught me… the hard way.