There’s a flush along her collarbone and a faint sheen of sweat at her throat. She’s not faking the heat signature anymore. Probably already realized that’s not a good idea.
But I can taste what she did. What she tried to do.
Such a brave girl. I fucking admire her for trying.
“Something has changed,” she says, her voice soft, breaking the spell
Not a question. It’s a statement.
My lips tug up so slightly.
“How so, omega?”
Her eyes drop to my hands, move onto my boots. She swallows, but I can see the calculation is back. Is she thinking about manipulating me?
I think she is.
She’s got a backbone, this one—my poor baby. I want to tell her she’s not alone, that I’m not going to hurt her. But I don’t know how yet. Until then, I’m nothing more than an Uncorrupted soldier come to discipline her, fuck her into submission, or both.
She thinks I’m going to break her.
I look like the kind of alpha who could and would.
Her shoulders square. She’s bracing… no, strategizing.
And then her scent hits me. Not just scent… this goes far deeper… more like a psychic pressure.
Her submission.
Her adoration.
I stagger forward a step before I can catch myself.
What the hell? No wonder that alpha turned feral. The urge to drop to my knees, to worship her, is overwhelming. I have to grit my teeth and fight it.
She looks so vulnerable. So pure. I wish I’d paid more attention to her file now. Pity I was too busy thinking with my dick.
She’s been trained in psychological warfare. And damn, she’s good.
Really fucking good.
I’ve got no doubts that if that alpha had gotten near her, he wouldn’t have hurt her. He’d have worshiped at her feet… Probably handed over launch codes to get her off the ship and waved her off with a kiss.
If anyone finds out what she can do… Images flash through my mind. Esme, used by the Empire. They would send her behind enemy lines and turn her into a weapon.
No. Hell, fucking no.
I can’t let that happen.
There’s only one way to keep her off the board. To make sure she’s no longer eligible for field duty.
I take a step back, and her eyes flicker. She sees it, how I resist, and her spine straightens.
I take another step and then begin to strip. Boots off. Uniform peeled away.
My cock… what the hell has happened to my cock?!
Her sawing breath drags my attention back to her. She’s still kneeling. Still hasn’t moved. Her body faces away, but her eyes remain on me.
