Page 18 of Knot Your Rebel

I talked Gunnar into inviting Nova and my girl tonight. Never noticed before, but Nova is actually part of the ice crew. Shit, wonder if she could get Rebel a job? If my girl was in sight all day long, then maybe I wouldn’t feel like I’m going to crawl out of my own skin so much.

We won’t talk about the fact that we’re sworn off the ice crew, and the same goes for them. Interpersonal relationships are a no go. I get it, but they sure as hell wouldn’t be able to keep me away from my omega. Not if she was officially claimed with my mark on her damn body.

I’ve never felt this way before about an omega, not like I’ve been with a ton of them. It’s weird. I almost can’t believe the change in Gunnar since she joined the crew. With the way he stares at Nova, there’s definitely a flicker of interest.

A frown crosses his face. “Why ya want me to ask them?”

A shrug of my shoulders is my simple reply. He doesn’t need to know.

“Yea, sure, man.”

So, I’m hoping they show up tonight because I need to fucking see her again. The need to scratch the itch below my skin awakens like a monster from the deep. This desperation for her has no merit. I’ve only met her once. But I’ve spent time with her, even if she was sleeping at the time.

My eyes find my phone again, and I watch as she closes one eye to put makeup on, and then the other in the mirror. Her lips are a glossy cherry red color, and the urge to bite them hits, pumping my cock with desire.

We won’t talk about my ability to sneak in and out of Nova’s house at night to watch her sleep. I’ve traced the perfect spot between Rebel’s neck and shoulder to claim as my own. My bite mark needs to be branded onto her so every other alpha knows she’s fucking mine. My teeth divots need to sink into that delicate skin so deep that you couldn’t cut it out without killing her. I wonder what she thought when she woke up the next morning?

Did she like the taste of my cum on her lips? Did she think she had a random hookup or did some part of her body realize it was my cum? These questions have been plaguing me constantly.

The door creaks open behind Drake, stealing our attention, and Leon sticks his head in. “Hey, losers. They wanted me to round everyone up for a game.”

Leon was the top rookie on the leaderboard last year. He’s got the potential to be great in this league, and based on what I’ve seen lately, he’ll be a starter in no time. I’m actually shocked he didn’t get invited to the All Stars this year.

Given all of this, you’d think he’d be cocky, but he’s a really down to Earth guy. A genuinely nice guy is probably an appropriate description. Maybe it’s because he’s a beta. The first beta that coach allowed to join an alpha franchise. He must see something we don’t.

We don’t normally spend much time together, Leon and I.

The last thing I would describe myself as is nice…

Why is he here tonight? He doesn’t normally participate in our shenanigans. Normally, only alphas and omegas come to these events. It’s a tradition, and this year, someone must have invited him without explaining all the details. He’s wide-eyed and wondrous as he looks around my room; taking in every nook and cranny.

My eyebrows raise at him. “Oh, fuck off,” comes out of my mouth at the same time that Drake asks what type of game. We both grin at him as green eyes turn our way, catching him off guard.. Oh, welcome to the shenanigans, friend.

It’s the least mature yet sexiest thing we do during the year. Why the fuck not participate? Well, that was my intention until I met Rebel. If she doesn’t show tonight, I won’t be participating. My cock doesn’t get hard for anyone else now that I know what she smells like; what she tastes like. The sweet tanginess of her lips on my lips is not something I can soon forget. My way of going about it was probably wrong, but I’m not in the mind to give a fuck.

Swear to God, my cock twitches just thinking about her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, dress risen, baring a slightly soft stomach, huge tits, and the perfectly bare expanse of her pussy. I don’t blame my cock for being hard as steel every time I think about my omega. Sometimes, I swear, I smell her scent on me, taste it, but it’s impossible.

Leon shifts uncomfortably. “So… you all coming or what?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I say, standing and handing the mostly untouched joint in my hand back to Drake. Leon catches us, eyes glued to the joint. Drake smirks at him. “Ever tried Mary Jane before?”

He shakes his head negatively. “No…”

“Want to?” Great, bring the little lost sheep to the devil on a pitch black night. Drake has a dark side, even though he grins and smiles, making people laugh all day long. I haven’t figured out what flips the switch those days when he folds into himself. What goes through his mind? Better yet, what the fuck did he go through to act this way?

He stutters. “I- I… don’t normally. I’ve heard the stories of what can happen… Is it… worth it?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Come take a hit, man.” Leon smiles nervously but enters the room, wearing his normal buttoned up t-shirt and cargo shorts, and grabs for it. Fucking peer pressure for the win, simp. At least he’s not a bitch like some of our other rookies. “Go easy the first time,” Drake warns.

Like every newbie to weed, he does not, in fact, take it easy the first time. A few seconds later, he’s bent over coughing, pounding his chest to try and help with the pressure and the burn. A chuckle seeps in between each exhale. The musty aroma of bud hits my nostrils, and my lungs capture the high that’ll come later. As a professional athlete, I really shouldn’t do it, but I justify myself when it’s only a couple times a year.

Leon is still hacking up a lung because he held it in too long. “Fuck, my nose is burning.” He’s rubbing his nose like somehow it’ll help with the prickling pain. I remember the feeling all too well. Mine’s just been burned enough that I can’t feel it anymore.

Drake leans over, giving him a firm smack on the back. “You’ll be fine. Here, drink this,” he says, handing him a bottle of water. Where it came from, I’m not sure, and I honestly don’t know if I would drink it if it were me.

The guys pull some weird ass shit around each other these days.

The redness on his face fades as each minute ticks past us.

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