Page 42 of Knot Your Rebel

Found your little secret. Try a little harder next time? Your move, big boy. - RD

I bet she doesn’t realize she just waved a red flag in front of an already on edge bull. Challenge accepted…

Her words have a smile forming on my lips and my cock rising. The slight pinch of pain has me frowning as I try to adjust my cock in the cup I’m wearing. I need to get this thing fucking off. Before I drop the note back into the box, I hold it to my nose and inhale. The sweetest scent of apples and cinnamon hits me like a smack in the face, and I’m instantly hard.

Saliva pools in my mouth.

Gunnar swaggers over while I’m removing all my gear, but I don’t pay much of what he says any mind. Until… “Girls are here with Penelope.”

What the hell?

The reasons she would join the ice crew flip through my mind like a rolodex. The no fraternization clause? If that’s what she’s thinking, she can knock it the fuck off right now. If she thinks I’m going to leave her alone just because she’s on the ice crew, she can forget it. She’s my girl, and I will make sure the whole damn world knows it anyway possible.

There’s paperwork that can be filled out for mates now, anyhow. We just have to be on suppressants through the season. The thought burns my gut. I want a to share a heat with her. Fuck… Just the thought.

And whether she chooses to believe it or not, she is mine. My fucking mate. It’s my damn mark on her neck. It’s my scent that’s started to mingle in with hers.

Another thought creeps into my mind. Does she want to play games? Because, hell, those are what I live for. Game on, baby. Let’s hope you can keep up.

Time seems to drag like molasses from a glass jar as I undress and head to the showers. The water turns on, and I moan when I feel the hot spray pulsating against my shoulder blades. There’s just something so good about a toasty shower.

It should make me feel relaxed, but knowing Rebel is in the building and I’ll be able to see her has every nerve standing on end, waiting for the next move. The mere implication of seeing her has me rushing to scrub myself down and rinse off.

Getting dressed takes no time at all, and before I know it, my feet are making their way towards the arena again. Penelope's voice echoes around the rink as she calls out things for Rebel to do. If I thought my girl was sexy before, put her in some damn hockey skates and I’m popping a fucking boner.

Rebel passes every test with flying colors. Her ass sticks out on the backward skating, and all I can manage to think about is taking a bite out of it. Nova stands just inside the rink, watching and squealing with excitement.

She’s as good on skates as Rebel is. I wonder if Gunnar knows… My thoughts are cut off when I hear the scuffling of feet behind me. “Hot, aren’t they?”

Anger pools in my chest. “Don’t fucking look at her.”

Putting up his hands in a non-defensive manner, he takes a step back. “Dude, check yourself before you wreck yourself.”

I snort. “How old are you again?”

He grins at me before letting his eyes trail back to Nova as she skates around the ice, the blades of her skates making scratching noises against the ice as she travels. And he says I have it bad? Laughable.

She catches me watching a time or two, and I can tell when the audition is ending. Things are wrapping up, and she’s laughing with Penelope and Nova as she makes her way off the ice. She won’t notice me now that I’ve moved down into a corner of the tunnel concealed from the ice rink. Doesn't mean I’m not watching, though.

Rebel Davis has managed to captivate me, heart and soul. Mine are forever bound to hers for the rest of our days. I claimed her, and one day, she will return the favor. I will make her fall in love with me, and if it takes some scare tactics and manipulation to have her come running, then I’m not above being the devil.

“Welcome to the team, Rebel.”

Two tones of squeals rise up and bounce off the glass walls surrounding them. I knew it would make her happy. Even I’m fucking smiling like a loon. I like seeing my omega happy; the way her face lights up and her eyes twinkle when something good happens.

They part ways with goodbyes and practice times for the next few days. Nova heads towards Gunnar; a bright white smile reaching her eyes. Penelope makes her way down the hall. I’m assuming she’s headed back to her office. Rebel stands back, watching, as they both depart; that sexy as hell bottom lip caught in the embrace of her perfectly straight teeth.

Her shoulders hitch and then fall as she makes her way to the bench to get rid of the skates. Sitting down, she starts untying her laces as she looks around. It’s like she’s prey watching for any predators that may come her way. Oh, baby. Nothing is scarier than I can be, yet you seem to come to me like a lamb to slaughter. Thinking those thoughts has me thinking about how good she would look coated in blood.

My fingers twitch with the desire to see if her blood is as pretty as she is, if it tastes as sweet as she does. Fuck, I have problems… but I can’t find a single part of me that gives a shit.

Watching her had a dizzying effect on me. She was flawless, the perfect omega for me in every way, shape, or form. The whole package; an angel dropped down from the heavens to ease the burden of my devilish soul.

I continue to watch from my alcove until she stands up and starts walking my way. The only things along this hallway are the equipment room and the zamboni station, and while I have designs about the zamboni station, I only want one thing today; her submission.

Everything about this girl… her lips are full and pouty, asking to be nibbled on. Her breasts are confined to the tight little shirt she’s wearing. Leggings glue themselves to her legs, and I can admit that I wish I was them.

I slip into the equipment room before she can spot me but leave the door open just enough so I can reach out and grab her as she goes past. I can’t stand another minute passing without having my hands on her.

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