Page 91 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

He starts slow and deep, each thrust rolling through me with a force that shifts the nest beneath us. My breasts bounce with the slap of damp skin.

I try to make him move faster. My hips roll, my heels dig into his back, and my hands grapple over his shoulders because slow is unbearable now. I twist and thrash, desperate for friction and rhythm, and for Knox to stop treating me as fragile when my body is begging to be taken.

"Greedy little thing," he says, voice rough with strain. "I’m trying to take care of you, and you’re down here trying to make your Alpha lose his mind."

Finally, his rut frays his control, and he snaps. In an instant, his pace turns demanding.

"You want to fight your Alpha? Huh? Make him fuck you hard when he’s trying to be gentle?" His teeth nip little welts into my flushed skin. "Fine, princess. Take it."

His hands hold me open while he drives into me again and again, never pulling away far, keeping me full through every stroke.

"Feel that?" he snarls. "Every inch is yours. Every drop. You’re going to take my cock, take my come, and soak this nest while I fuck the heat out of you."

My hands keep finding different parts of him: the heat of his chest, the flex of his back, the damp strands of his hair, before his fingers close around my wrists and pin them above my head.

"That’s it," he growls. "Pinned under me, dripping around me, making those pretty sounds. You wanted your Alpha to ruin you, so scream for me."

I stop trying to understand where I am.

Knox is all that matters.

"Feels good," I gasp, my voice thin as tremors start in my thighs and spread through my body. Every thrust rubs deep and perfectly against my swollen O-spot.

Knox’s answer is a broken roar as he drives in deeper, harder, and my whole body jolts beneath him as his pleasure builds fast.

"Knox, ease up," someone says from close by.

The voice reaches me through the haze. A body is near mine, radiating steady warmth. It could be Shade, or Viper, or Blaze. I can’t tell.

"She can take it," Knox says, leaning back until his face swims above mine. "She loves it, don’t you, sweetheart?"

I try to answer. What comes out is a moan.

"Yes, yes, yes. I love it. I love you," I babble.

I love the weight of him over me and the bite of his fingers around my wrists and the way my body keeps dripping for him.

He seems to understand because his mouth returns to my mating gland and his bite he left there. He licks, sucks, and presses his teeth just short of pain against it.

His hand slides to my throat.

His palm curves around my neck, and his thumb strokes over my jumping pulse with slow, possessive attention. The touch is barely pressure, only control, just Knox reminding me that he could hold me exactly where he wants me and I would let him.

My inner walls flutter around him.

"Do it," I say, the words slurring together.

Knox hears me. His breath hitches against my mouth.

I want to give myself to him until there’s nothing left for me to manage. My breasts, my pussy, my heartbeat, my pleasure, my breath. I want every part of me under his command. I want to surrender so fully that all I have to do is feel, obey, and trust him to know where the line is.

His fingers flex once around my throat.

The pressure stays light, careful, and controlled.

Even so, my breath catches, and my thoughts soften at the edges. The room blurs above him, heat rolling through me as my body clenches around his cock.

Knox groans, then pulls his hand away from my throat like it's the hardest thing.