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.
