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His other hand slides around my throat, holding me tightly. The feeling is something akin to having one’s neck in a tiger’s jaws. I’ve seen what those hands are capable of today. One squeeze and he could crush me.

But I know that’s not what he wants.

“You know what to say to make me stop,” he purrs.

He’s right. I do remember—stand down. But I’m not sure now if that command will work.

And I’m not sure if I even want it to.

The beat of his pulse is rapid and intense in his hard cock, which is wedged against my ass. His tip leaks a few drops of precum down my tailbone. His hand at my throat tilts my head back until I’m looking up at him, his shadowed face upside down in my vision.

“Sloane.” His voice is a low, rumbling growl. “Let me help you.”

His tone makes it clear that it’s not a request.

It’s not a suggestion.

It’s a command.

CHAPTER 9: DOG

The little omega gazes up at me with a look of yearning mingled with apprehension.

Her name is Sloane. Lance Corporal Jessica Sloane. But the animal voice in my head keeps calling her the little omega.

My little omega.

Claim her, that inner voice snarls. Ruin her. Mark her with your seed.

My hand is on her throat now. The pulse in her jugular ticks against my fingers. The warm, raw scent billowing from every recess and crevice of her ripe body makes my brain itch with obsessive desire, and it takes every last ounce of my willpower to keep my bestial urges in check.

If I tried to claim her now—tried to fully claim her—it would no doubt break her. That’s exactly what the beast inside me wants. But I must do my best to be gentle.

My hand smooths down her body, toward the center of her need.

“Dog,” she gasps, and almost shouting, she demands, “Stand down!”

Automatically, my conditioning kicks in. I let go of her and take a step away. I have no choice but to obey that command that has been so deeply ingrained in my psyche by Dr. Frostgrave and his team. But it pains me to do so.

Literal pain.

My whole body burns with desire to fulfil my omega’s needs.

When I speak, my voice comes out as a deep, rumbling purr.

“Listen to me, Sloane. This is a matter of life and death.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

I find myself laughing despite the gravity of the situation. A sharp barking laugh that makes Sloane’s startled body jump in the darkness. I remember that we need to be quiet, and I get myself under control.

“Yeah, well, it works most of the time,” I reply.

Sloane chuckles at that, and I sense some of the tension go out of her muscles. That’s good. She needs to relax. She needs to let me take control. But she’s going to have to give up some power to do that.

“Sloane,” I say, trying my best to keep my voice calm and level—no easy feat with the desperate chaos of emotions churning inside me. “No offense, but it’s obvious that you aren’t able to take care of this by yourself.”

Her shadowy figure stiffens a little. After a moment, she speaks defiantly.