Page 45 of Knot Your Rebel

Her breath comes out in short spurts. “Tate…” My name comes out on a sigh that has my dick throbbing, knocking against my pants to be released.

A few minutes later, my face is soaked as she squirts all over it.

I lean back and lift my shirt up to wipe off my eyes. When I look up, her face is tinted red with what I’m assuming is embarrassment. Damn, she’s cute like that.

Rebel Davis is a high I will be chasing until the day I take my last fateful breath. Like any intoxicating drug, all it took was one taste, one look, one scent… and I was craving her. I wonder if each time I’ll need more from her to sustain my addiction.

If I stopped, would it give me the shakes?

Shaking my head, I dismiss the words forming in my mind and focus on my omega. I need a plan; some reason for her to need to move in with me. I need her closer.

Maybe it really is true that she’s become my drug.

I want to lick my lips to savor more of that decadent taste, but I also don’t want it to be gone so soon. Slowly, I make my way up her body again. My hands move up over her stomach, chest, and up her neck, before creeping into her hair and grabbing hold. I crush her mouth to mine, letting her taste her slick covering my face.

Has she ever tasted herself before?

It’s intimate, being with someone this way. My lips caress hers as our tongues dual in a dance. I’ve been with my share of women, and I love eating pussy, but I’ve never kissed someone afterward. Normally, I’m just waiting to get my dick wet.

“Um, Tate…” Rebel is looking down at the irreparable damage I did to her leggings. It’s not just a small hole in the fabric. “I don’t… have any extra clothes…”

Leaning in, I give her another quick kiss on the lips. “Do you trust me?”

She wavers slightly, that bottom lip stuck in her teeth while she worries it. “Yes.”

“I need to go back to the locker room. I have something you can wear.” Her eyes dart between me and the door, still unsure, but when I hold my hand out to her, she takes it. Opening the door slowly, I look both ways to make sure the hallway is clear.

I don’t see anyone. Turning around, I place a hand on the small of her back and one under her knees and lift her to my chest bridal style. She squeals before stopping herself, and then I’ve got her in my arms, rushing back to the locker room. I shove through the door backward and head towards my locker.

The box of cameras still sits on the seat of my cubby, and I have to smile when she narrows her eyes at it. “Thought you may be missing those.”

“Nah, I knew where they were. They were in good hands.”

Her mouth drops as she looks up at me. “Good hands? Tate Geekies, if you believe for one flying second that putting up cameras in someone's house without telling them is a good idea, then you may need to seek out a therapist to dissect your brain.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

She wiggles until I put her down, and then she throws her hands on her hips. “You really expect me to not question that…? How is seeing me naked and watching me sleep like a creeper protecting me?”

“I saw him on the cameras. Once you went missing and Nova said she couldn’t find you,I looked to see if you’d made it home, and there the bastard was...” A growl slips out. “Destroying your room. I am an alpha. You are mine, Rebel, and I will destroy anyone who tries to hurt you or come between us. I’m not like that pathetic excuse for a beta you used to date.”

She sucks in a deep breath, and I’m hoping she can read the truth on my face. I would murder for her; take a bullet for her. Maybe she doesn’t get it because of the selfish asshole who came before me, but I intend to erase him from her mind completely.

My hand aches, and I spread and squeeze my fingers. The bite hurts, but I’ve never been happier to see my mate marking me.

A few minutes later, I have just gotten Rebel dressed in a pair of my baggie sweatpants when the door to the locker room swings open. “Hey, Tate. Been…” A deadly growl slips past my lips, and his eyes widen when he realizes I’m not alone. He immediately does an about face and turns towards the door. “Sorry, I thought you were in here alone.”

Clenching my jaw, I blurt, “Clearly not.” He shifts uncomfortably on his feet before me. “You can turn around, we’re decent.”

His eyes immediately go to the beauty standing behind me, and his smile stiffens. “Drake, Rebel. Rebel, Drake. Great, now everyone knows everyone.” I turn to look at my mate, and her eyes are locked on my friend. They’re caught up in a staring competition that’s starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

There’s a heat behind his gaze, and I can’t tell why. He knows I’m mated, so just the thought of him looking at my mate like this has my blood pressure rising and my alpha pressing against the surface.

What the hell is going on?

Drake shakes his head and looks over at me, finally trying to focus. “Guys and I were thinking about grabbing some chow at Shots N’ Sips, but it looks like you’ve already got plans.”

My mate’s sweet voice captures my attention. “Tate. Go hang out with your teammates, I can just call Nova for a ride.”

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