Knox jerks his gaze up to me, startled. His pupils are so blown that only a faint ring of red clings to the edges.
“You’re not hurting her,” I tell him, voice steady. “That’s a good sound. Tell him, baby.”
As if answering him, a pearl of her slick drops from her core to the ground below, thick and glistening.
Halley moans, her hips rising again, trying to grind down against his hand. “More, please.”
“You see that?” I murmur, nodding toward the slick clenching at her entrance. “She’s squeezing around nothing. Her body’s begging to be filled. Why don’t you find out if she likes two fingers?”
Knox moves with purpose, his confidence growing with each gasp from Halley.
He presses in slowly, easing two fingers inside her inch by inch. Halley gasps and trembles, swallowing him down like she was made for it. Slick dribbles out around his knuckles, sliding over his wrist in glossy ribbons.
“Feel that?” I whisper, dragging my teeth across the delicate skin behind her ear.
She gasps again, thighs twitching.
“Our Omega is always wet, the little minx. But you still gotta get her motor running before you take her for a spin. You know?”
Knox’s focus narrows. He starts to move his fingers, finding a rhythm that matches the way Halley breathes and moans. In and out. Slow at first, then faster when she arches into him.
His eyes keep flicking between her flushed, open face and his slick-covered hand working between her legs.
Watching her with us for weeks was one thing. Touching her,feelingher come alive under his hands, is something else entirely.
He’s starting to understand what makes her tick.
And she’s giving him everything he needs to learn.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I murmur, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Look at you, being such a good Omega. You need a knot badly, huh?”
She’s so trusting. Letting me hold her wide and bare so my commanding officer can learn how to make her come undone.
My head spins as heady wafts of lavender and ozone batter at my self-restraint. My cock, hard and leaking, twitches, begging for attention. I don’t indulge. This is about Knox and her.
Halley whimpers, squirming in my arms, her panting breaths brushing across my throat. She’s close. Teetering.
“Oh, oh—yes, just like that. Please, don't stop!” she babbles, voice catching, pitched high with urgency.
I glance down at Knox, and grin with pride.
“Think you found her sweet spot,” I murmur, pleased. “You know what that is, right?”
"The g-spot."
“For Betas, yeah. But for our girl?” I tilt my head toward Halley, who’s moaning like a wildcat. “She has another spot just for Omegas. Run your fingers around the inside of her entrance. Feel that? How it's soft and textured? That’s where our knot locks in.”
Knox swallows hard.
“Rub against it like you’re pulling a trigger. Ah… slow it down, not like an automatic rifle. Think pistol.”
He adjusts, but it’s still rough and faster than I would treat her.
I move to slow him down, but stop when Halley goes both loose and tense in my arms. Her head falls back, her jaw goes slack, and lips part on one long whine.
"Oh, oh, rut, rut, rut, r—" she stutters. "Knox! Knox! Oh frack, yes. There. That's it, right there!"
Fucker has always been a quick study.
