Page 225 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

'My good boy,' I tell him softly. 'You came home wild, didn’t you?'

His mouth tightens. Hot and ugly shame flickers through the bond, but I catch his chin before he can look away.

'No hiding from me.'

His eyes lift back to mine.

'I’m trying,' he says with strain in his tone.

'I know.' I soften my grip, but I don’t let go. 'That’s why I’m here.'

His lashes lower. Another pulse rolls through the bond, less frantic this time.

I keep hold of his chin, maintaining eye contact, and keep my voice even. 'You are going to let me take care of you. You are going to listen and give me every dangerous piece until I decide you’re steady enough to carry them again.'

'And if I can’t?'

'Then I'll keep carrying them until you can.'

He stares at me, and I hold his gaze. I'm not afraid of him, and I'm not humoring him. Neither am I doing this because it makes me aroused, although it does, and he knows it does.

I am choosing to love him.

All of him.

Even when he's like this.

Especially when he's like this.

I release his chin, and the fight drains from his shoulders in one heavy rush. He bows his head until his forehead rests against my thigh.

'Good.' I thread my fingers into his hair. 'That’s exactly where I want you.'

His hands curl against his thighs.

'Can I have your cock again?' he asks. 'Please?'

I bend and press a kiss to the top of his head. I can hear the desperate need to be tethered to something, someone, still lingering in his voice. 'You can. But nothing more until I say.'

'Yes, Daddy.'

I guide one of his hands to my hip and keep mine over it, pinning him there with touch instead of strength. His fingers flex once, then settle.

Then I grip the base of my cock and angle it toward his lips, offering it to him.

He licks his lips, eyes darting from my cock to my eyes, questioning.

'Go on.'

His lips part over the head, tongue flicking out to dip into the slit, hunting for the wetness still leaking there. I'm getting worked up, my body temperature skyrocketing as my breathing comes faster. I push my shirt up so I can see better, and Blaze moans at the sight of my sweat-glistening abs.

It rumbles in his throat and vibrates the sensitive head between his lips. His tongue plays with the silver piercing through my frenulum.

I remember the night he held me down and pierced my cock. I still can't find it in me to be angry at him for doing it, especially because he's dedicated some serious effort to showing me just how much he likes it. Halley seems rather enamored, too.

He sucks lightly on the silver bar, pulling it in pulses until my head feels a bit dizzy.

'Rut-damn, baby boy. You're making Daddy feel so good.'