I narrow my eyes. I know better than to attack a larger target first. A lesson he taught me… the hard way.
I crouch, remembering how Blaze showed me how to use my unique Omega physicality to my advantage. Thick thighs, strong core, short stature. It means I have a lower center of gravity, and can pivot quickly.
I wait for Knox to make the opening move. I'm panting, exhausted, and horny, but I still have something to prove. I don’t have to beat them in combat, but Idohave to show them thatI'm equally invested. Pack Scorch are trained killers, the best at what they do. They give one-hundred percent, and if I want to be part of this Pack, then I have to try to meet their standard of dedication. Giving up is not the way to earn my place as their equal.
Blaze’s pupils are dilated, and he’s breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring as he watches Knox and me circle each other.
"You're getting distracted by her scent, Prime," Shade says. “Remember the objective. Push her hard until she—”
“I got it,” Knox barks and inclines his head in acknowledgment. And then, with a speed I can barely track, he lunges.
I dart out of the way, his massive physique moving past me like a bullet.
“Good, stay light on your feet,” he commends, pivoting and coming back for another attack. When did Knox lose his shirt? Because rut-dammit the sight of his toned abs is making it hard to look anywhere else.
Again, I dodge, and again. We dance around each other, and my body heats once again. The aroma of my arousal permeating the air grows thicker and thicker. I’m sticky and soaked. It’s uncomfortable and my frustration is growing.
I aim a sharp kick at his hip.
Before my boot can make contact, Knox’s hand snaps out and catches me mid-air. His fingers wrap around my ankle, and with a quick twist, he torques my leg into an awkward, strained bend. My knee protests immediately.
“Ouch, ouch,” I gasp, hopping on one foot, hands flailing as I try to keep from tipping over.
He doesn’t let go. Just lifts a brow, calm and infuriatingly composed.
“Why’re you aiming for my hip?” he asks, like we’re having a casual chat and he’s not physically dominating me effortlessly. “What did I teach you?”
I frown, mind scrambling. I should know this. But I can’t think. My brain is swimming in thick, heady pheromones. It’s like trying to solve a tactical problem underwater with a vibrator between my thighs.
Knox sighs at my silence, then starts to reel me in.
His hand slides up the back of my calf, fingers brushing behind my knee before guiding it up and hooking my thigh over his hip. The motion forces me closer until I’m up on my tip-toes, and the apex of my thighs is pressing against his thick thigh.
This is part of his strategy.
Themake-the-Omega-a-whimpering-messtactic.
And it’s working.
Oh frack, it might be working too well because I’ve forgotten why we’re even doing this. What did he ask again?
The heat of him sears through the thin barrier of my training clothes, and I fight against the urge to roll my hips and press harder against his thigh. If I could just get a little friction… my breath stutters.
“What do I keep on my hips in battle?” he asks, jostling my thigh slightly to prompt my answer. It makes my core rub against him.
“Mmm,” a strangled moan rips from me as sparks of heat zing inside.
I try to keep the motion going, but he’s holding me firm and I can’t get the leverage.
I’m pulsing with need, and another thick plume of perfume escapes me.
I glance at Viper, Shade, and Blaze, hoping they’ll help me out. Instead, Viper just palms his still inflated knot through his sweatpants and groans,‘You smell so good, pretty girl.’
I dart my eyes away.
Nope. Not helping.
Really,reallynot helping.
