With them knotted together still, he was smart enough to realize (even in heat) that fighting back was not going to earn him anything but more pain. He knew the futility of fighting as well, given how strong and vicious the Soldier was, but a part of him couldn't back down from a fight entirely. A part of him would always rebel against the status he had been forced to endure through the years, the names he was called and the men's throats he had crushed or slit in response to the more violent teasing.

How long would he heat last? Normally, it was about four hours if mated immediately, which was his lot in life. Some of the suppressants made it last longer, some shorter. It would be hours regardless, and he was already bruised and sore.

He squirmed and set his hands on the concrete under him, using it to lift his hips up with the thrusting so he wasn't just ramming his hipbones into the ground. He also was keenly aware of the knot no longer leaving him sex-drunk, giving just a touch of his brain back for useful plotting against the alpha who seemed frustrated over something. He shuddered as hot seed leaked from his abused hole, and he hissed when his hair was seized, but now that he had himself basically 'free', he swore with a "fuck off" and a sudden swing of his elbow to the Soldier's gut. He was still dragged around, but that was just opportunity to drag himself up to launch at the Soldier all hissing and punching.