Page 214 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

"You were all stubbornness and attitude," I say around my heaving breath. "Could barely keep up with the training, but you kept trying anyway. Made my dick fucking hard, baby. So fucking hard for you, all the time."

She moans loudly, her mouth left hanging open, no restraint left in it.

"That’s it," I growl. "Keep up now."

I grab the collar at the front of her throat and use it like a handle, bracing her so I can get my cock deeper inside. I lean down, biting at the flesh peeking out over the leather, reliving every moment I dreamed of sinking my teeth into her throat while she trained. Red welts appear, and I suck more bruises, no longer leashing my urges. She takes them, crying out, moaning, and whimpering with each new mark that appears on her pretty skin. It heals, and I replace it again and again.

I give her no choice but to take everything I'm giving her. Everything I suppressed while I was her Prime Alpha and forbidden to touch.

Each thrust knocks another cry out of her.

I pull back to admire my work, watching her tits bounce with the force of each pound. Her cunt clenches around me like she is trying to drag me deeper, keep me there, and own every inch of me.

And she does. She fucking owns me. From that first moment, I was hers. It just took me a while to come to terms with it.

My hand leaves her hip just long enough to slap down between her thighs, right over her engorged clit. The sound cracks through the room, and she jolts, yelping as she sobs my name again. "Kno—ox!"

"Wrong name, Omega," I snap.

I slap her clit again, harder.

Her whole body jolts. "Mmm. S—Sir!"

Better. I slap her again anyway because it feels amazing when she clenches down on me.

Her hands scramble between her legs, trying to bat me away.

"Uh-uh, follow orders and keep your hands on the desk." I cuff her wrists in my hands and drag them above her head, pressing them harshly down onto the wood. "Yes, that's it. Hold them right there. Ah fuck, that's it, princess, there we go. What a good Omega, letting me play with her gushing little cunt."

I rub her clit in quick, brutal circles without slowing the thrust of my hips. It's too much stimulation for her. I'm not a virgin anymore, and I've had plenty of time to use my years of strategy training to learn exactly what sends her wild.

She's not saying her safe word, and she's taking everything I'm giving her, just like she always promised she would.

She told me she could handle my Alpha, no matter how rough I got, and she wasn't lying. My good Omega is taking it all.

"Look at you now," I say, voice low and filthy against her ear. "Not a frightened little recruit in borrowed fatigues anymore. You’re on my desk, taking your General's cock, wearing my collar, and keeping up just fine."

She breaks with a loud cry as her orgasm crashes through without warning. Her legs shake around my waist while I keep fucking her through it, relentless, using the clenching of her channel for my own pleasure while the bond burns bright and hungry between us.

Feeling her pleasure in both her body and her mind is too much. I pump a few more times, and I'm almost at my peak too.

My knot swells fast, thickening at the base of my cock, and I push it in as deep as I can go, nestling my knot inside her pussy. The stretch of my knot has Halley crying out and clutching at my shoulders, my previous order to hold her hands above her head forgotten.

My orgasm hits me, and I shout, growling her name as ropes of come spill from me, and my balls ache with how hard I'm coming.

"Take it," I grunt, one hand locked on her hip, the other still tangled in her hair. "That’s it, baby. Take your Alpha's knot."

Her whole body trembles.

I brace my arm around her back and haul her off the desk with me as I drop heavily into my chair. It rolls back half an inch under the force before settling. Halley lands in my lap facing me, her convulsing thighs spread around my hips, my cock still throbbing and locked deep inside her.

She gasps and grabs at me harder, chest heaving, and tremors of pleasure rip through her. My knot nestles firmly against her O-spot, extending her orgasm.

"Easy," I say, though my own voice is wrecked. I slide a hand up her spine and hold her there, keeping her seated on me while my knot does its work. "I’ve got you."

Her forehead falls to my shoulder, and she buries her nose in my neck. A soft, helpless whimper leaves her as she adjusts to the fullness, and I close my eyes as satisfaction rolls over me.

This.