Page 74 of Knot Your Rebel

“I’m waiting.” She’s flirting with me, batting those lashes.

I lean in closer to her lips, almost touching them but still staying away. “Waiting for what?”

She gets the cutest stern look on her face. “Tate Geekies, if you do not kiss me right now, I might expire on the spot.”

Mmmm… a moan leaves my mouth. “I like you desperate, Danger.”

I hover my mouth above her lips for a minute longer than necessary. “Gonna take care of you, Rebel,” I whisper before stealing her with a kiss. Using my tongue, I gently coax her lips apart.

My goal with the kiss is to remind her just how much she means to me. I use it as a salve to try and mend some of the hurt and pain she’s experienced in her short lifetime.

Our tongues tangle as one, and the kiss deepens with her urgency.

It’s a promise of having one another's backs.

Of support.

Of understanding.

Of love.

I know this kiss won’t fix those freshly broken open mental wounds, but maybe it will start the healing process. She nips at my lower lip, knowing it turns me the hell on, and I growl into her mouth. The kiss turns from sweet and meaningful to dirty and lust-filled as I push her against the counter in the kitchen.

My hips drive forward of their own accord, creating friction between us, but it’s not enough. It will never be enough with this omega.

Her hips jerk against me, and she moans when she brushes against the hard length hidden beneath my gray sweatpants. I’m so damn hard for her. Precum slips from my tip at the mere thought of bending her over this counter and sinking into her warm heat.

Speaking of heats. Hers is coming up soon. I’m excited she wants me to help her through it, but a part of me is nervous because I’ve heard stories about how needy omegas in heat can be. The lack of sleep, the worn out cock, and the lack of food really take a toll on the body.

Another moan draws my attention to her again, and I wrench my lips from hers. What the fuck am I doing? She just had a horrible flashback that almost ended a lot worse than it could have. I won’t be the reason she sinks into her own head. The guilt swirls in my chest. I feel like I’ve taken advantage when she isn’t in the right space of mind.

“Please, don’t stop,” she pleads so beautifully. “Please, Tate. Please, don’t stop.”

“Rebel.” Her voice comes out in a rasp, pupils blown wide and a fierce need in those dangerous orbs.

Taking a moment, I simply look at her, taking her in. Her eyes beg. Those pouty lips start to curve downward into a frown, and I can’t let my omega frown right now. A frown should never mar her face again, and I won’t let it as long as I live.

But I can’t hold out any longer. I want her. I’ve always wanted her.

“Fuck it.” I curse under my breath and slam my lips against hers. Rebel pulls me into her and holds on tight like she can’t quite let go. Like she doesn’t want to let go.

Grabbing onto her thigh, I pull it up and wrap it around my own, bringing her center even closer to me. Heat rises from her body, and the scent of her arousal pools between us. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my nostrils flare. Fuck, she smells like sin.

Those sweet little hips start to grind against me, and I lower my head to her neck, inhaling delectable apple pie. My chest heaves as I try to slow my breathing, fighting to gain control of the alpha who’s waiting to unleash himself. My hand reaches up to cup her cheek. “Sweet mercy, Rebel. The things you do to me.”

“Give me more. Please, make me forget. Fill this ugly memory with a new one, a better one, a you one.”

My eyes find hers, desire burning brightly. “Hell, Rebel. You’re killing me. Your scent is driving me mad. Tell me you’ll come on my tongue as I go down on this sweet little pussy of mine. Tell me I can taste you, my little firebrand. Drink up every last drop of your arousal.”

“God, yes, please.”

I growl. “I’m certainly no god, Rebel. I’m more along the lines of a devil. Being a gentleman never really suited my style.”

“Tate…” She moans as I slide to my knees before her, allowing her leg to drop to the floor. With a wicked grin, I look up at her. Promises of dirty things written plainly in the way I look at her. I can’t help but admire the way she looks in my t-shirt. It’s so sexy. In fact, it’s so sexy I want her to keep it on while I fuck her.

Settling between her open thighs, I push them apart further. She’s not wearing any panties and, hell, is that turning me on.

Then my eyes gloss over those painful, puffy-looking cuts on her upper thighs. Leaning in, I kiss each one. Her breath hitches. “Tate. Don’t.” Her hands fall to try and cover the marks, and I bat them away.

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