Page 222 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

Chapter Fifty-Four

Shade

"That’s my good boy," I murmur.

Blaze makes a low, broken sound against my mouth and leans into me like praise is the only thing keeping him upright. His hands are everywhere, greedy and restless, trying to take more than I’m ready to give him.

I catch his wrists before he can lose himself completely.

He freezes.

That’s the first good sign. Blaze in this state does not stop easily.

I ran into him while leaving our Pack den to visit the comms office and get an update from the night shift on Viper’s refugee extraction mission.

Blaze is back from his three-day solo infiltration information-gathering mission, and I know something is wrong the instant I see him. His pale eyes are glowing intensely, and violence is humming under his skin with nowhere safe to go. In the bond, he is a storm of heat, adrenaline, and raw, reckless hunger.

We're in the narrow corridor between Knox’s office and our den, but some part of him is still out there in the dark, waiting for the enemy's next move.

So I tighten my grip on his wrists and lower my voice.

"Look at me, baby boy."

His breath catches.

I feel the command land. It's not an Alpha or an Omega Command, and I'm still just a Beta, but it doesn't matter because our connection to each other is more powerful. He responds because we’ve spent years trusting each other with our lives, even when everyone else kept their distance from Scorch Squad. Blaze chooses to follow my instructions because he knows I’ll stop him before he hurts himself or anyone else, and that I’ll never use his vulnerability against him.

His gaze locks on mine, wild and unfocused around the edges.

"There you are," I say softly.

I need to give him a task, something he wants to do more than he wants to maim or kill.

"Take my cock out of my trousers."

His pupils expand so fast I have to fight not to smile victoriously. Without fail, no matter what state he is in, Blaze cannot resist wanting to be my good little boy.

"Hold it firm. Yeah, just like that. Now take out your cock too."

His breathing changes, slowing unconsciously to match mine as he loses himself in the feel of my cock in his hand.

"Uh huh, there you go. Now, you know what to do, don't you? You know how to make Daddy feel good."

He knows exactly how I like it.

His hard cock throbs against mine as he tightens his grip around both our cocks, pressing them together in his big Alpha hand. The calluses on his palm are rough, but I like the added stimulation. His thumb catches on my sensitive head with every downstroke, exactly how I taught him.

"That's it, nice and steady. Keep it tight. You're making Daddy feel so good, baby boy," I murmur.

A shudder runs through him, and he drops his forehead to mine while the bond gives a hard pulse of relief.

This gives him hands on his body, rules to follow, and a voice he trusts more than the noise in his head. Someone has to take responsibility before his violent impulses begin making his decisions.

That someone is me.

It has to be me.

He would listen to Halley if I called her. He would kneel for her in a heartbeat, desperate and devoted, because our Omega could ask him to walk into fire and he’d only complain that the flames were making her cheeks flushed.