Page 174 of Knot Their Omega

“Maybe,” she mutters and moans when I move my lips to the side of her neck, sucking hard. She arches into me when I taunt her flesh with my teeth, biting hard enough to leave a very obvious hickey but not to hurt her like a punishment. “Mad?”

“Tempted to have you over my knee and slap your ass until your pussy is quivering,” I growl against her flesh, feeling the immense heat oozing out from her pussy as I move my fingers along her folds.

She moans in anticipation, clearly not caring if I did punish her.

I bet she’d enjoy every minute of it, too.

“You don’t see me punishing you for not wearing any boxers,” she mumbles defiantly.

I smile and lean back to meet her lust-filled eyes.

“Oh. Is my Rebel jealous of all those Omega fans getting a glimpse of my junk if there’s a costume slip-up?” I tease and see the spikes of jealousy dance in her alluring eyes. “What would my Omega do about it?”

“Tie you up, suck you off, and leave your knot hanging.” The way she doesn’t hesitate to say her taunting action of punishment riles me up even further.

Who would have thought the idea of your Omega dominating you would be so…hot?It has to be some sort of kink I never knewI’d be into because my cock is hard as fuck at the whole scenario playing in my head.

“You wouldn’t be that cruel, Rebel,” I tease and kiss her softly. “You don’t like seeing me suffer.”

“But if you’re going to flaunt what’s mine, then maybe I’d enjoy it,” she huffs, her hands pausing on my pecs. Her fingers tease my nipples, making me quiver. I haven’t felt such a sensation in a long fucking time. “These are pierced.”

“They are,” I quietly admit and don’t hesitate to take her lips before my tongue slips in without heeding. She moans in response, further pressing my nipples and making me groan into her mouth.

This is just a tiny punishment, but fuck, I love it. This whole power play between us in this heated moment.

“Like it?” I ask breathlessly before I inch my cock between her legs, teasing her slick folds. She’s so fucking wet, my cock is easily drenched in a few strokes.

“Yes,” she moans, her eyes barely open. “You should put your studs back in.”

“Want the world to know my nips are pierced like Kenji?”

“Mhmm,” she encourages and leans in close. “I want them to know before they find out you’re mine.”

My cocky smile can’t get bigger as we share a heated look that shows just how dangerous we can be together. It has to be the pheromones in the atmosphere that are driving us into this maddening state of possessiveness, but maybe this is the side of myself I’ve always been afraid to venture.

How many Omegas are there who can handle this intense connection without submitting to their Alpha? Very little to none in the plentiful list of Omegas I’ve tattooed and witnessed their interactions with their Alphas firsthand.

It’s not as defiantly electrifying as this beautiful connection with Rebel.

Makes me feel as though this is mine to share with my pack.

A sort of reward for my perseverance all these years.

“You want me, Rebel?” I ask, despite knowing exactly what she wants. I see her impatience and desperate need to be filled by me, but I want her to use those sexy words of hers, so I can enjoy the whimsical depth of her sultry voice begging for me to act and stop stalling.

“God, yes,” she moans. “Fuck me already.”

I chuckle at her directness, but I can’t give in without taunting her further.

“That’s not romantic, Omega,” I tease and see the defiant lines form in her expression. “But I’ll be a good Alpha,” I promptly declare, not ready to feel her wrath—with those dangerously haunting eyes, she’d punish me good, which I’d rather enjoy when we’re not about to be on stage in front of the world.

I slide into her, nice and slow. It gives me to chance to watch the way every inch of my cock makes her body react and submit. Her drawled-out moan sends tingles through me while I enjoy how her pussy swallows me up in this perfectly tight bubble of heat.

“Fuck,” I growl because it feels too good. The way her pussy walls are pulsing around me while she’s so fucking wet, her slick easing onto the base of my shaft. “We’ve been bad Alphas for making our Omega suffer like this.”

“Mhmm,” she whines, adjusting to my girth. I know I’m bigger than Icarus and Kai, but Kenji probably beats me with those barbell piercings of his. I don’t mind tattooing my cock, but piercings are where I’d draw the line.

My nipples were a pain in the ass.

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