Ruined.
She’s ruined me.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I’ve never experienced this level of sexual frustration and need. The urge to knot andclaim an Omega is one thing, but to have her beneath me begging for my cock is a whole new level of agony.
I was seconds away from burying my knot deep into her hot, slick pussy when Shade intervened.
I should be grateful, but I’m not. I want my Omega back. I want to continue where we left off.
She begged for me. Called out for her Alpha, and I’ve never felt more compelled to obey in my life. It still rings in my ears and my limbs ache to comply.
My eyes roam over her figure, the way the muscles in her legs move with every step as she heads to the shower.
She’s covered in mud and sweat, but even like this, she’s so fucking sexy.
“LT,” Prime Alpha Knox says in a tone that I’ve heard used on subordinates countless times before. Rarely with me.
I force my gaze away from the delicious little Omega and turn to my superior with a lazy salute. “Yes, sir?”
“What happened out there?” he asks with an arched eyebrow.
I arch one right back at him. “Probably the same thing that happened to you, Prime.”
I expect him to rage at my sassy remark, but instead, he lowers his head and nods. Shame flushes high on his scarred cheekbones.
“I thought I was in control. Until I touched her, and then…” he trails off.
“Yeah. I know.”
I do.
It’s the same feeling I have when Blood Lust wrests control of my mind and body.
One touch of Omega Halley Sparks, and I wasn’t in the driver’s seat. My Alpha was.
And my Alpha isn’t loyal to me anymore. No, he has a new master.
He only obeysher.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Halley
“In the event you’re separated from your squad, you need to know basic survival skills,” Knox says as he paces back and forth with his hands held behind his back. The sun is setting and the lengthening shadows slowly swallow the training camp.
Before me is a fire starter, two metal pots, a spoon, and five vacuum-sealed packets of food.
I’m frustrated.
According to Prime Asshole Knox, the basic tasks I’ve known how to do since I was a child are done wrong. I tie my boots up wrong. I make my bed wrong. I wear my belt buckle lopsided. I eat too slow. I don’t drink enough water. I pee too often. I talk back to my superior officers.
Constantly making mistakes and feeling foolish is exhausting.
Despite what Shade said about a debrief, we haven’t discussed what happened in the forest last week. In fact, they’ve been acting strange. Well, stranger than usual.
They’ve kept their distance, as if Sergeant Blaze didn’t watch me strip off and rub mud on my skin.
Or, Specialist Shade didn’t save me and coach me out of O-space.
