Page 23 of Knot Your Rebel

He shoves two thick fingers into me, and my walls clench around him.

“Fuck,” he mutters. His thick cock bobs closer, begging entry to my body's own personal wonderland. Without preamble, that thick hunk of meat is thrust into me. I scream at the invasion. He pulls out completely, and then pushes back in, leaving both of us groaning as the bars on his cock rub against my sweet spot. It’s been a while, but my body is slowly adjusting to him. Each thrust goes a little deeper, rubs me a little harder, and opens me just a little wider. He’ll be splitting me in two soon, and I don’t seem to mind.

His pace increases, and the all too familiar tingle of pleasure starts to course through my core. I’m so close. It crests like the beginning of a wave, and then he’s pulling out of me, turning me over and pulling my ass into the air before thrusting right back into me. This angle shoves his cock deeper, and I can’t seem to stop the noises falling from my lips.

The hard ground littered with fallen leaves and sticks digs into my knees but the overwhelming rapture I’m feeling from him takes over the discomfort.

The bars on the underside of his cock are filling me with so many sensations that I can’t help but roll my eyes at the pleasure of it. I get it now… why women talk about guys with piercings down there.

Sex has never been like this before. Nothing about it is gentle, and I’m reminded as much when the side of my face gets shoved into the cold, damp ground below me, his hand firmly planted on the back of my neck.

I close my eyes, allowing the sensations to take over where my sight is not. I’m living by the feel alone, all my senses heightened.

He grinds into me, and noise escapes from my lips unbidden.

The thrill of it has me exploding around his cock, squirting all over him. His balls make a squishy sound as they pound into my clit from the sopping wetness. I imagine my slick dripping down his balls, only there is no window to the wall scenario here.

“Look at you, little mouse. Drenching my cock with this slick little pussy. I’m going to fill you to the brim with my cum, so full it’ll be dripping out of you. I may have to push it back in if it dares to come out.” I clench around him, and he groans. “Fuck yes. Grip me with this pussy. So fucking tight, glorious. I could die a happy alpha in this pussy.”

In one final thrust, he locks his knot behind my pelvic bone, leaving us both moaning, and then I feel him shatter. Rope after rope of cum batters my insides. He keeps going far longer than I thought he was going to. No one has ever cum this much, then again, I don’t necessarily always let them knot me. Apparently, my permission wasn’t necessary.

I get the impression he craves control. It’s in his tone, the way he moves around, and the way he steals the breath from my lungs just by looking my way. The way my omega cares for him is inevitable. So, for right now, I’ll let it slide.

His knot feels glorious, hitting me in all the right places. The spiral of another orgasm grips me, this one more brutal than the last.

I’m wrung out. My legs are pools of jelly, and I’m fairly positive I won’t be able to stand up for a while. Hot breath teases the tiny hairs on my neck. His broad body covers me, and his chest rests against my back.

The fervent beat of his heart pounds against his chest cavity, mimicking my own.

What the hell was I thinking? Panic ensues as I realize that we didn’t use protection. He didn’t even ask. I open my mouth to say something, but sharp teeth clamp down on my shoulder, and I wince instead.

Unexpected pain blooms throughout my body. He shouldn’t be biting me, this wasn’t part of the plan, fantasy or not. The pain is so great that it feels like he’s going to rip a chunk out of me. The omega side preens at this alpha wanting her so bad, but I’m speechless and in shock.

There’s an aching pulse between my legs every time he clamps down harder. He stops biting for a minute, and then licks the sore spot. I think it’s done, he’s done. I’m ready to go back to the party, but then teeth break skin, and he’s biting into my soft tissue. What starts out as a scream quickly morphs into a moan, and I’m so embarrassed. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. He just fucking marked me.

He cums again, for the, I don’t know… maybe the fifth time, and it eggs on my own. It’s like I have no willpower over my own body. He’s controlling it; me.

Most of me is pissed, but the omega side prances around in glee like a giddy school girl. Finally finding my words, I seethe, lifting my hand to try and touch the spot he’s just released. He’s licking it tenderly. “What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with you?”

“Oh, little mouse. I think the more appropriate question is what’s not wrong with me…”

Anger burns through my veins like a potent cocktail in an open wound. “You just fucking marked me and irresponsibly fucked me without a condom. Why would you do that? What if I’m not on birth control?” I lean back to stare into his face.

He smirks. Fucking smirks. “Guess there’s a first time for everything.” His hand glides around to my front, over my hip, and he gently runs his fingers over my tiny bundle of nerves. I beg him to stop. Plead my cause. There’s no way I can orgasm again. It’s too soon. But he’s relentless. “You’re mine now, Omega. Mine to fuck. Mine to make orgasm. Mine to use how I see fit. You have no options. I can’t wait to see this belly filled up with my baby.”

My lips form into a sneer. “Let me guess, you have a breeding kink, too? By the way, last time I checked, you’re supposed to ask for consent before just giving someone your mark.”

“You did consent,” he growls, sending a shiver scattering up my arms, pebbling my nipples.

My eyes widen at the absurdness of his comment. “I most definitely did not.”

He chuckles. “Sure, you did. Agreeing to be mine tonight means I can do what I want. It was my fantasy, and now it’s real. You’re my mate. You will never leave me now.”

What the fuck?

My shoulder burns as the wind kisses the tender skin where he’s left his permanent mark, and I whimper. It takes me a few minutes, but I realize a new feeling swarming within me. There’s definitely joy tinged with a dark bitterness that lurks beneath it. There’s no way I’m feeling this emotion which means that… it must be his feelings. Searching it out a bit more, it grows stronger. The intensity of the sensations thrumming through the fragile string of our newly created bond are overwhelming.

“You know we can’t be apart now. It’ll make us sick.” I can tell he’s smiling from the pride in his voice.

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