Chapter Forty-Three #2
‘You’re not a failure,’ I tell him, urging him to keep going. To not stop now. ‘You’re just inexperienced. So stop spiraling and focus on your Omega. Not the bullshit in your head.’
In front of him, Halley’s shy smile stretches into something cheeky. Her nose crinkles, playful and sweet.
“I really like that I’m your first,” she says, voice light but full of warmth.
Knox’s eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm,” Halley licks her lips and nods enthusiastically. "I didn't know my Omega was so possessive, but I’m very happy you're all mine."
‘See?’ I encourage. ‘Not a weakness. Sounds like it’s a strength.’
Shade laughs under his breath, still knuckle-deep in Blaze’s mouth. “Well, fuck. Now I wish I’d saved my V-card for you, baby girl.”
Knox exhales, his whole body softening. His shoulders drop as if some invisible weight finally slips free.
He draws in a breath through his teeth, glancing between Halley and me.
“So…” he says, voice rough with nerves. “Would you two mind being this rookie’s instructors?”
I can feel the discomfort rippling off him, sharp and anxious. Knox isn’t used to being behind. He’s always the first to master a skill, the one setting the pace. Not the one asking for help.
But here he is, offering up control. For her.
Across the tent, Shade has his hands full with Blaze, who’s squirming in his grip and one bratty comment away from ruining the mood entirely. The last thing Knox needs right now is the Pack idiot shouting out obscene sex advice like we’re in the middle of a damn locker room.
I clear my throat, keeping my tone steady as I duck my head until Knox meets my eyes.
“Listen to me, boss,” I say, firm but quiet. “You follow my lead, and you’ll have her screaming your name in no time.”
That earns a spark behind his eyes.
Knox nods twice, sharper the second time. The nerves are still there, but so is the focus. The intent.
He wants to learn.
More than that, he wants to please her.
Even if it means taking orders from his lieutenant.
Knox loves a strategy. A plan. So I give him one.
“Let’s stick to the mission,” I say, keeping my voice low and steady. “Focus on getting her off. Her scent’s getting thicker by the second. We’ll do a masterclass on fucking another time, yeah?”
Knox nods once, sharp and eager. He shifts forward and brings his hand to the inside of Halley’s thigh. His touch is tentative at first, feather-light.
The effect is immediate.
Halley mewls and arches into him, her back bowing slightly, thighs twitching under my grip.
“First things first,” I say, keeping my tone instructional, like I’m running a mission brief. “Our girl here has a few extra features. This isn’t your average pussy.”
Probably the weirdest mission brief we’ve ever shared.
I reach for his hand, curling my fingers around his and guiding him upward until the pad of his index finger rests just above her slick, swollen clit.
“Feel that?” I murmur. “That’s her clit.”
Knox searches for it, running his fingers through her folds with the kind of focus that makes my cock twitch. I’ve never thought about how the single-minded determination our Prime approaches his duty would translate to pleasuring a partner. I’m certainly thinking about that intensity now.
“Here?”
He presses, a firm roll of his finger over her aching bundle of nerves.
“Ah!” Halley gasps, her body jolting in my arms.
I open my mouth to tell him to ease up, to slow it down—
Her voice threads through my mind, warm and breathless. ‘Leave him. I want him to touch me the way his instincts tell him to.’
I freeze, then slowly pull my hand back.
I suppose this isn’t about teaching him how to touch her the way I would. It’s about letting him learn her in his own way. I’ll only step in if he’s hurting her.
"Start slow. Tease her to get her slick flowing," I say.
It’s unnecessary. Halley’s already glistening, her dark curls damp.
"Keep your touch gentle, just glide along her lips and over her clit. It's like a dance, you want to find a rhythm that suits her. Our girl is a responsive little thing and she'll tell you exactly what she likes with her sweet sounds."
'Rut-damn, LT. You're a mouthy gob-shite when you're in charge,' Knox clips in my head.
I smother a bark of laughter in Halley's hair before responding. 'What can I say? I’m passionate about her pussy.’
Knox swirls gently around her entrance.
I hold her firm and she whimpers in frustration.
Halley gasps, high and sweet, her body instantly shifting to follow the motion. She tries to grind down on his hand, desperate to take him deeper.
I tighten my hold on her legs, keeping her pinned open. She whimpers, a breathy sound of frustration that makes my knot throb.
Knox jerks his gaze up to me, startled. His pupils are so blown that only a faint ring of red clings to the edges.
“You’re not hurting her,” I tell him, voice steady. “That’s a good sound. Tell him, baby.”
As if answering him, a pearl of her slick drops from her core to the ground below, thick and glistening.
Halley moans, her hips rising again, trying to grind down against his hand. “More, please.”
“You see that?” I murmur, nodding toward the slick clenching at her entrance. “She’s squeezing around nothing. Her body’s begging to be filled. Why don’t you find out if she likes two fingers?”
Knox moves with purpose, his confidence growing with each gasp from Halley.
He presses in slowly, easing two fingers inside her inch by inch. Halley gasps and trembles, swallowing him down like she was made for it. Slick dribbles out around his knuckles, sliding over his wrist in glossy ribbons.
“Feel that?” I whisper, dragging my teeth across the delicate skin behind her ear.
She gasps again, thighs twitching.
“Our Omega is always wet, the little minx. But you still gotta get her motor running before you take her for a spin. You know?”
Knox’s focus narrows. He starts to move his fingers, finding a rhythm that matches the way Halley breathes and moans. In and out. Slow at first, then faster when she arches into him.
His eyes keep flicking between her flushed, open face and his slick-covered hand working between her legs.
Watching her with us for weeks was one thing. Touching her, feeling her come alive under his hands, is something else entirely.
He’s starting to understand what makes her tick.
And she’s giving him everything he needs to learn.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I murmur, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Look at you, being such a good Omega. You need a knot badly, huh?”
She’s so trusting. Letting me hold her wide and bare so my commanding officer can learn how to make her come undone.
My head spins as heady wafts of lavender and ozone batter at my self-restraint. My cock, hard and leaking, twitches, begging for attention. I don’t indulge. This is about Knox and her.
Halley whimpers, squirming in my arms, her panting breaths brushing across my throat. She’s close. Teetering.
“Oh, oh—yes, just like that. Please, don't stop!” she babbles, voice catching, pitched high with urgency.
I glance down at Knox, and grin with pride.
“Think you found her sweet spot,” I murmur, pleased. “You know what that is, right?”
"The g-spot."
“For Betas, yeah. But for our girl?” I tilt my head toward Halley, who’s moaning like a wildcat. “She has another spot just for Omegas. Run your fingers around the inside of her entrance. Feel that? How it's soft and textured? That’s where our knot locks in.”
Knox swallows hard.
“Rub against it like you’re pulling a trigger. Ah… slow it down, not like an automatic rifle. Think pistol.”
He adjusts, but it’s still rough and faster than I would treat her.
I move to slow him down, but stop when Halley goes both loose and tense in my arms. Her head falls back, her jaw goes slack, and lips part on one long whine.
"Oh, oh, rut, rut, rut, r—" she stutters. "Knox! Knox! Oh frack, yes. There. That's it, right there!"
Fucker has always been a quick study.
Her hips buck, and her thighs shake.
"You've got her where you need her, now you're gonna push her off the cliff."
Knox’s lips part and his eyes train on her face. It's a look of pure awe, and I know exactly what he's feeling. Awe that he’s making her feel like this.
"Touch her clit.”
Knox does as I say, keeps his two fingers rocking in her pussy, and maneuvers his thumb to the lonely nub at the crest of her slit.
He presses down hard.
Halley cries out, and just about launches out of my arms as she bucks.
“Fuck, man!” I shout as I fight to keep our thrashing Omega pinned open for him. “Ease up—”
Halley interrupts me. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
A smug smirk slips over Knox’s lips as he keeps the firm contact on her clit. He holds it there as constant, torturing pressure.
Her face contorts as her hips roll, desperate for relief, and Knox growls in approval as she writhes, chasing her orgasm.
“Ah, ah, ah!” she shouts, her frame tensing as she arches, her little fingers digging into my forearms.
"There she is, keep going, our Omega is gonna come for you, Prime. You ready?"
"Oh, I’m… I’m…"
She screams as she comes.
Her body convulses, and I watch with fascination as a gush of slick runs down Knox's arm to his elbow, soaking his sleeve.
He doesn't notice. He doesn't care. He watches our Omega, catching every twitch, every moan. His lips are parted, his chest rising and falling in rapid pants, like he's the one who's just come.
I glance down at his trousers and note the large telltale wet patch. He did come.
‘I think she likes it when I’m rough,' he quietly utters down our link.
I think he’s right. The Omega is boneless, her legs hanging limply over my arms and her head lolling back on my shoulder as she quivers through aftershocks.
Thank fuck, her perfume has dialed back, no longer screaming 'fuck me, I'm breedable' to everyone in the direct vicinity.
Halley giggles and then slurs, "Mission Omega Orgasm is a success."
She gives me a loopy grin before looking down and moaning loudly. Knox is licking his fingers clean, grunting noisily as he savors the taste.
Halley shudders again, and I can feel her body start to wind right back up.
I settle her on her wobbly legs, and smack Knox’s hands away from his mouth. “Cut it out before you set her off again.”
He looks like he’s going to protest when he’s cut off by a strangled grunt off to the side of the tent.
All three of us turn towards the noise.
Blaze is on his knees. Shade stands over him, hands bracketing his head, hips rolling as he fucks into our Sergeant’s mouth.
“Are you seeing this?" Halley squeaks and licks her lips. I catch a hint of fresh perfume.
So much for calming her down.
I shrug, eyes still on the scene. "It’s been a while, but it’s not new for those two to get tangled up."
I might not crave cock myself, but I know something erotic when I see it. And this? This is something worth watching.
Shade locks eyes with our Omega and thrusts his hips, fucking Blaze's mouth in a way that makes it obvious he's enjoying the audience. The vein in his neck bulges and he tips his head back on a long moan, his jaw dropping, showing off his tongue ring.
One last, deep thrust, and Shade groans while Blaze's throat works to swallow his come. He holds him there, making sure he takes every drop, before dragging Blaze to his feet and pulling him into a filthy, wet kiss.
“Woah,” Halley breathes.
Shade breaks the kiss and slides his nose against Blaze's, their lips shining with spit barely brushing as he says, "Next time, you listen when I tell you to keep your mouth shut."
Blaze smiles, goofy and come-drunk. “I think you like my mouth open a whole lot more.”
Shade's lips curve into a smile and he chuckles. "Yeah, troublemaker, I do."
The two soldiers turn and find us watching them.
"Did you like seeing what a good boy Blaze can be?" Shade asks with a smirk.
Halley's pheromones explode through the tent, stronger than before.
I groan and slap my hand over my eyes.
"You fuckers. We just got her perfume under control!"
Shade runs his eyes up and down Halley's body, stopping at her bare pussy, still glistening with her juices.
"Oh no. How terrible. What ever shall we do?" He licks his lips and a wicked grin slides over his face.