He chuckles. Bastard.
“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.
Thoserutting frackersare 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, andrut,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.
