Page 21 of Knot Your Rebel

She’s tight as hell as her muscles squeeze the life out of my fingers, and I can only imagine how good that’s going to feel once I get my dick in her. I’m going to fucking come in my pants before I even get her off. I’m wound tight. This is what happens when you watch a girl night after night, waiting for the moment you can fuck her, claim her, bite her.

“Mmm… this sweet little cunt is dying for me, begging me with each clench of your walls. Tell me… what made you this wet, sweetheart? Was it watching the couple over there in the corner fucking or the couple across the way, the omega sucking off her alpha like a good little girl. Is my little omega a voyeur? Or is it me? The way I talk to you.”

I spread her legs and watch slick drip down her thighs onto the table below her. I’m dying to lean down and lick it up, but I resist; at least for the moment.

Her eyes close as I rub her G-spot with my fingers. “Open your eyes,” I command, and she does. Those dark golden orbs are less gold and more black now that she’s turned on. I lean down, nipping at her lips before trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, and continuing. She squirms when my lips touch her stomach, but when I growl, she immediately stops moving. The noises she makes as I drag my fingers across her G-spot over and over again are a certain type of erotic I can’t fucking explain. Her cunt clenches around my fingers.

War wages inside my mind. I want to watch her face as she comes, but I also want to bury my head between her thighs and eat her out until her cream fills my mouth fully. I salivate at the thought, and the decision is made. Pulling back from her sweetness, I step away for a minute to try and calm myself, and she glares. Even her fucking glare is goddamn adorable. I steal one last kiss from her lips, and then drop to my knees, eye level with a perfectly pink pussy just waiting to be shattered.

She moans as I slowly lick up her slit. Not fast enough to give her what she wants, but enough to drive her crazy. She shifts those sexy hips below me, and I grip her tightly with my hands, hoping to God I leave bruises to remind her of our time together.

Without preamble, I bury my face in her cunt. My nose sits above her slit, and I rub her with it while using my tongue to spear her pussy open. I’m growling as I eat her out. She screams at the first orgasm and tries to push me away, but I keep going. Flicking over her clit a few times has her moving beneath me, trying to get my face where she wants, but my hands tighten. “You don’t stop moving, I stop. You want me to stop?”

She immediately freezes and shakes her head.

I shake my head from side-to-side trying to get deeper into her pussy. I flatten my tongue and shove it inside her, moving my hands up to rub her clit. She squeals but remains still. “Good girl,” I praise her, and more slick leaks out. She’s sweet to the taste, and I could eat her every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and still crave her flavor. Putting my lips around her clit again, I suck hard before shoving it back down her slit, sipping up her arousal.

Two fingers go into her pussy again, finding her G-spot. She shakes her head in protest, and I grin. Oh, yes. Her channel clenches around me, and I know it's a telltale sign. Before I know what’s happening, it’s like a water park between her legs. She’s a goddamn squirter. Fuck me…

I lose my load in my pants, coming all over myself like a fucking teenager all over again. Worth it. Fuck, I’ve seen it in porn, but not once have I ever had it happen to me. “Fucking soak me, Omega,” I growl at her, rubbing her nub roughly. She shakes her head, whimpering, but I don’t stop. Again, she releases, spraying me, but this time, I don’t move away. I let it hit me in the face and make slurping noises as I drink her down.

It's official. I'm done. “Holy shit,” I whisper, and she tries to close her legs. “Oh, no, don’t you dare close these legs. I want to see you squirt on me over and over again tonight until you physically can’t any longer.”

Leaning up, I take her lips with mine. “Tell me your fantasies, every last one, and I swear I’ll make them happen all tonight.”

“Promises, promises,” she whispers with a small smile.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” Her gaze moves away from me, but I grab her chin and pull her back. “Tell me.”

“A chase,” She whispers softly. “I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be hunted down, to not be given a choice, to be fucked like a toy.”

“Come with me,” I say, pulling her up as she grabs the waist of her leggings. I’m dragging her up the stairs as fast as I can. I won’t come in my pants again tonight. No, this time, she’s getting it all.

We escape into the night, and I drag her with me to a tree at the edge of the woodline. Spinning her so her back’s against the tree, I cage her in so she can’t go anywhere. “Now… tell me exactly what you want. Do you want to beg? Do you want me to fuck you and not say a damn word? Hold you down while you struggle against me?”

She nods, biting her bottom lip. “Yes, yes, and yes.”

I’m going to die a fast death. Here lies Tate Geekies, death by perfect omega. She’s going to kill me, and I’m looking forward to it. Hearing her say those words has me on edge. Has the demons of my mind crowding around me, chanting, cheering me on, begging to be set free. Her pupils are blown. I can see her nipples poking out from her shirt, and the perfume is even more potent now.

I release her and step back. “You’ve got five minutes,” I say softly. “When those five minutes are up, I will find you, I will fuck you, and I will claim you. You’ll know I’m coming, and your heart will beat like the pounding of a drum in anticipation. The thought of my fat cock filling this tight little pussy will have you begging me.” She squeezes her thighs together, and I know I’ve got her. “I’d give you a safe word, but I don’t want to. Even if you used it, I’m too high on you to stop. So tell me now. Tell me no. Walk away, and this ends.”

She clamps her lips together, refusing to speak.

Her chest heaves with each breath. Her eyes are wild. She’s anxious, but there’s a lingering excitement beneath her normal scent.

I can’t wait to see her below me; to watch my cock claim her cunt like my teeth will claim the space between her neck and shoulder. After tonight, Rebel will be mine, permanently, whether she likes it or not. Like the safe word, I’m not giving her an out.

She stands staring at me like I’m going to pounce at any minute. “What are you waiting for, Omega? Your time started a minute ago. You better run…”

And she does… the thud of her feet against the hard ground is loud as she tears off into the woods. I can hear each beat the farther away she gets, and I turn my head to listen better. My alpha side perks up at the idea of prowling for my mate. Let the chase begin…

“I’m coming for you,” I bark, saying it loud enough that there’s no question she’s heard it.

nine - rebel

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My stranger’s eyes darken in delight as he stares at me, waiting to see if I’ll take the bait. Or maybe waiting to see if I yell oops, just kidding. His lips twist into a predatory smirk that sends a shiver down my spine before I take off running.

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