Page 24 of Knot Your Rebel

“I know.” The words come out as a whisper. A new reality sets in. It’s a different situation, but I’m still stuck. Only this time, I have a new devil, and he’s not a gentleman. “Well, I don’t live with you, so how is this going to work exactly?” His smile grows even larger. He waves back at the house. “Welcome home.”

My eyes narrow. “Wait, this is your house? You live here?”

“Yep, for three years now.”

“So what, then? You’re just going to keep me hostage here? Gonna chain me up in the basement and use me as your own personal sex toy?”

He strokes his chin like the bastard is actually thinking about it. “Hmm… now that’s an idea. I would prefer a willing participant, but if you aren’t, I’ll always accept an unwilling one. It just makes things a little more exciting, wouldn’t you say? I love the fight, so fight me, baby. Make it hurt.” He grins. “I want your claw marks all over my back, showing everyone you belong to me.”

“You sick, bastard,” I seethe.

He trails a finger down my side, sending a shiver crawling up my body. “In time, you’ll learn to love me. Maybe one day, you’ll wear this mark with pride,” He says, leaning down and licking the spot again. It evokes another groan. I shouldn’t like it. Lowering onto my elbows, I give my arms a break because they are getting tired of holding me up, but then he’s grabbing me along the waist and pulling my back to his front, firmly lodging his knot further into my pussy.

He moves slightly, and his knot tugs against my sore pussy, causing a whimper. “Shhh… it’s okay. I know it’s a lot to take in. It’ll be okay.”

I snort this time. “Says the guy who just marked an omega against her will.”

“If you’re expecting an apology, don’t.” He sits back onto the ground, shifting me around so that I’m facing him on his knot. It’s fucking uncomfortable, but I’m too out of it to care as much as I probably should. My eyes are tired, and I can’t stop them from closing with the exhaustion, so I let the darkness take me for just a few minutes, praying this is all just a very bad dream that I’ll wake up from tomorrow.

“You knotted me so I wouldn’t run, didn’t you?” I narrow my eyes on him. I’ve got your number, bud.

But the way his pulse picks up and each labored breath stutters gives him away. The intensity of his stare has me squirming, which, in turn, has both of us moaning.

“Like I said, baby. I’ll take you willingly or not.” He leans in then, his lips running against my own, asking for permission for once, but it’s not happening. I’m ticked at him. The glare on my face should be permanently etched by now.

His tongue is soft and gentle as he drags it along my lower lip. I’m fighting the desire swarming low in my belly for him. I clench around his thick cock, and it twitches inside me. He’s still fucking hard.

“Kiss me,” He demands with an alpha bark.

“No,” I bite bitterly back at him.

“Kiss me.” He tries once more, repeating himself.

He pulls away briefly, and his chest is heaving as a low rumbling sound emits from his throat. A thick finger sneaks between us, and before I know it, he’s rubbing my clit in small circles, applying more pressure with each touch. I bite my lip hard to keep from allowing the noises begging to be set free out. I won’t give him the pleasure of knowing how much he’s affecting me, but sadly, I think he knows.

There’s a smug feeling rolling down our bond. The orgasm takes me by surprise and has my lips parting. He takes advantage, slipping his tongue in and over mine.

My hands thread through his hair against my will; my body acting against me. The traitor. If he’s not letting me go, then I’ll give him what he wants. Grabbing strands, I yank him hard against me as I push my lips harder against him, and his tongue plunges in again and again.

Pulling back to grab a quick breath, I can’t stop looking into those perfect topaz blue eyes. “I hate you.”

“Good,” he growls at me, eyes glazed over with lust. “At least you feel something.”

ten - rebel

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I’m shaking with nerves. “It’s okay. I’m sure there’s got to be a way we can break this.

“No,” Tate growls out the command, and my omega curls in on herself, bowing down to the alphas wishes. The omega part of me is thrilled. We finally have a mate. We have an attractive, stable mate.

It doesn’t matter that he’s apparently a psycho, and now I’m linked to him for life. I’ve dated a psycho before, Brad, and I have no desire to have a repeat of that relationship. This time, it’s with an alpha, and there is a mark involved.

Everything in me breaks. I want to cry; loud, ugly, snot-filled crying, but I won’t give him the luxury of seeing me that low. What he listed as some sort of consent makes me nervous. Who the hell marks someone without their consent?

Emotions swirl. I am panicking, it’s official. I want to get away from him, but we’re still locked. I pull away from him. “How long is this going to take?”

“I don’t know.”

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