Page 61 of Knot Your Rebel

The high rushes on as he fucks me with his finger and swirls another around my clit. Before I know it, I’m spiraling into a fast-approaching orgasm that tears through my body, leaving me breathless and speechless.

As I calm down, pain tingles small parts of my back, and I realize my squirming left me with some bark bites from the tree.

Before I can say anything, we’re spinning, and I’m falling to the ground. Tate twists around, placing himself under me and cushioning the landing so I end up straddling him.

“Where’s the beast, Tate? You’ve been pretty calm.”

“Oh, I haven’t even started yet. You know when I release it.” His arms cage me in as we roll again, his body braced over top of my own this time. I find myself smiling up at him. He drops onto his elbows, resting his weight against my body without crushing me.

Slipping my hands around his neck, I pull him down to me and devour his lips. This kiss is a complete three sixty from the previous one. This is hungry Tate, and he wants this. Reaching between us, I unbutton his pants, but he stops me from going any further.

When I quirk an eyebrow at him, he simply shakes his head. “No, there’s something I need to do first, and if I fuck you, that won’t happen.” I bite my bottom lip as I nod, letting him do whatever he’s thinking.

I feel the sharpness of his teeth against my skin before he bites down on my mating mark. The simple action and resulting sting sends shooting tingles down my body and has me moaning. He runs one hand through my hair while the other slides over every dip and curve of my body. How in the hell does he light me up so much when I’ve never felt this way before?

He rubs his groin against me, and I lift up, encouraging him to give me more, but he’s still wearing pants. A growl of frustration leaves my lips, and he lifts up to smile at me. “Fuck me, please,” I beg.

“We’ll get there, I promise,” he says, trailing a line of kisses down my collarbone, over my breasts. “But, first, I need to inspect this body with every inch of my tongue. He leans down and kisses my belly. Everything about this experience is exhilarating. I wrap my legs around his back and try to pull him in tighter to me and let my shoes dig into him.

I’ve got him trapped, his face exactly where I want him. My hands immediately grip his head to keep him where he is. His tongue should come with a warning label. May cause death from extreme pleasure. Will definitely cause begging.

My eyes roll back into my head as his lips wrap around my clit and suck. He alternates between sucking on my clit and licking the slick from my slit. A thick finger joins his tongue in the ministrations. I’m swollen with need from his attention. The smell of my slick is potent in the air around us. It mixes with his arousal and becomes a heady combination.

He rolls me over and lifts up my hips with his hands. “Present for me, Omega.” His growl has a mild bark to it that has me obeying instantly.

Tate nudges my legs open, planting himself between them, and grasps my ass cheeks, spreading them, before he’s diving in and eating out my pussy some more. He’s so far in there that he may actually suffocate, so I try to pull away, but his grip tightens. “Come all over my face, Rebel. Give me all that delicious slick, and I’ll give you this cock.”

I lift myself higher, trying to give him better access to my core. “You’re fucking soaked. All for me. My omega. Look at these puffy lips just begging for alpha cock. My dangerous omega needs to be fucked by her alpha’s cock, doesn’t she?”

I whimper out a yes.

The button on his pants comes undone before I hear the cutting sound of his zipper. He pushes the tip of his cock inside me, stretching me like he did before. The rhythm of his pace is killing me slowly as he pushes in and recedes slowly.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Alpha. This isn’t you unleashed. You’re taking it easy on me, and the last thing I want is easy. Let go.”

It’s almost like the atmospheric pressure changes when he flips the switch, slamming into me and bottoming out in one thrust. He knocks the air out of my chest, leaving me panting. Tate gathers my hair into a ponytail and wraps his fist around it while continuing to fuck me from behind.

We go for a few seconds like that before he’s leaning over me, pushing my face into the group, which, in turn, lifts my ass even more.

He’s mounted me another way now, and he’s even deeper than he was before. I can feel him halfway up my gut. Those little barbells hit my go button every single time he slides out, leaving me moaning and squirming for more. Hell, it even has my toes curling. His hand slips around my throat and squeezes, which only wrings more pleasure from my needy body.

The feel of his power around my neck and the way he pumps into me has pain and pleasure mixing into a perfect cocktail.

A large mass bumps against the outside of my pussy, and there’s only one thing it can be. His knot.

Tate’s body heat wraps around me as he leans down. Reaching around, he rubs my clit while still fucking me. “Such a good girl for taking her alpha’s cock. You were made for this cock, baby. You fucking own it, and goddamn, you’re fucking wet.”

His lips wrap around my mating mark, and he bites down hard, but not enough to draw blood this time. An orgasm crashes through me, and it’s followed by his own.

I expect him to knot me, to tie us together like he normally does, but maybe he won’t today because we aren’t home. Home? When did I start to think of his house as home?

Maybe it’s because, minute by minute, Tate is starting to feel like home, and I’m starting to believe that a home can be a person instead of just a residential home where you rest your head at night.

He grins down at me and starts trailing kisses down my body for the second time tonight. “Tate, no.” I grab ahold of his hair to stop him. Is he really going to taste himself on me?

I open my mouth to protest but quickly fall silent as he latches onto my clit. He eats it like a man starved in prison. Like I’m the last snack he’ll have in this lifetime. My clit is so sensitive that I squirm trying to get away from him, but his firm grip on my hips keeps me in place.

The slick sounds of him downing every drop of our release has me orgasming again. “That’s right. Give me more,” he growls into my pussy. The vibration of his words sends tingles up my spine.

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