Page 95 of Knot Your Rebel

I pound into her, grunting and snarling with each thrust. I feel so fucking alive, but I have a feeling if I keep this up for days on end, she will drain the very life out of me.

The feel of her body pressed against mine. Between her pussy clamping down on my cock and trying to squeeze my knot, I can’t hold off any longer.

“Gonna knot you now,” I grunt out the words. “Need to fill you up with my cum, lock you down, and never let you go. Breed you until you have my babies.”

A deep, rumbling growl leaves my lips. Testosterone courses through my body as pheromones are pumped out into the room. She is everything. This feeling is incomparable, unmatched to anything I’ve experienced in life so far. She has my soul. Has owned it for years. I’ll never be the same again. This is indescribable. A brief moment of absolute perfection.

“Please, Drake,” she begs, but she doesn’t have to. I’m more than prepared to give her whatever the hell she wants.

“Take it,” I tell her, pushing my thick knot into her tight body. It pops in behind her hip bone, and I almost black out from sheer pleasure alone. She comes again, acting like a vice grip around my cock, and I detonate. A guttural roar slips free as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my lifetime.

My cock jerks violently inside her, painting her walls with my cum and marking her as mine. At least for the time being. She locks up around me, and her nails dig into my back, holding on as if I'll pull out at any moment.

Don’t worry, Omega, I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. Which I don’t fucking want to do at all. Hell, I may hole up and live here for the rest of my life. I’ll sleep with my cock permanently locked inside her every night for the rest of her life if she wants me to.

Holy shit. She comes again on my cock, and I can’t stop coming either. I’m sure she’s stuffed full by this point, and it’s not going anywhere.

Her smile has lost the lusty look and has gone shy. “Hey, Drake.”

“Sweetness.” I grin down at her, my knot still firmly locked in place. Not a day goes by where I don’t want this sweet omega. Having her now means I’ll never go back. There is no life after Rebel. I’m destined for loneliness if she doesn’t mark me during this heat because I’ll never get over this moment.

The sleepy smile. The messy hair. The gentle caress of her hand against my face. The scent of her arousal. The pleasure of her approval. The feel of my knot inside the omega I love.

“Thank you, Drake. I know you didn’t have to, but thanks.” For a moment, she seems completely lucid, and I know she’s being sincere. “Thank you for filling me with your cum and knotting me. Fuck, I love knots. Especially yours.”

She’s knot drunk. I flip onto my back, so she’s now on top and can lay against me. The lazy smile on her face tells me all I need to know. She sighs, resting her head against my chest, breathing in my scent. “So sleepy.” A few seconds later, her breathing shallows and small snores come out. I pull her down against my chest and wrap my arms around her. Feeling the most content I’ve felt in a long time.

“Drake.” Her whimper wakes me from my shallow sleep. At some point, my knot must have deflated and slipped out of her while we slept.

“Need more already, Omega?” I lean down and kiss her, but she deepens it.

“Please.” Her perfume fills the nest, and my cock hardens instantly. “Alpha,” she whines again, reaching for me with pleading eyes.

I can’t say no to her. Never.

There’s nothing I’ve loved more than the time I’ve been inside her, so why would I ever deny both of us that pleasure?

I’m still on my back. I shift to move, but she pushes me back and straddles my lap, shifting until my cock meets her pussy. She grabs it again, lines up my tip with her entrance, and sinks down onto me. Her nipples pebble, and she whimpers with each inch she takes in.

I gasp as the tight squeeze of her cunt on my cock. She gasps and moans with me as she starts to pump herself up and down on my length. “How does it feel having this fat alpha cock deep inside this sweet little pussy, Rebel?”

She doesn’t answer me, too lost in the feeling.

Her breasts bounce as she thrusts herself on and off me. They’re utter perfection. Just the right size with areolas that are dusty pink and so sexy. Lifting up, I wrap an arm around her waist and move us back towards the headrest.

Leaning forward, I suck a nipple into my mouth and glide my tongue around it, nipping lightly every once in a while.

“Knot,” she demands of me. It hasn’t been long, but I won’t deny her or myself any longer. “I need your knot, now.”

Demanding Rebel Davis may be the sexiest thing that’s ever graced my ears. I catalog it and her moans to memory to use at a later time when I’m feeling especially lonely. A snarl rips from my mouth before I thrust my knot deep inside her. She screams. The sweet cries of her orgasm overtaking her the instant her body locks down on my cock, holding on for dear life.

She grasps at me, whimpering and whining. “What do you need, sweetness?”

“Bite.”

I backpedal, shocked at her request. “Rebel, you’re not in the right mind for this conversation.”

She growls at me, a scowl forming on her face as she repeats her demand for a second time. “Bite.” Not waiting another second for my response, she leans in and bites through skin. The sharp sting of her teeth is painful yet pleasurable as she clamps down on my shoulder.

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