Page 19 of Knot Your Rebel

Slowly, we make our way to the basement, taking the stairs into a crescendoing darkness. The volume of the music increases, and the bass beats louder, thumping everything around it, and vibrating my chest.

Everyone huddles around my poker table in the middle, where Gunnar stands, a devious smile spreading his mouth. Anger burns over his clear disregard for putting his filthy ass feet on my furniture. Looks like I’ll be locking this room, too, or sure as fuck covering shit up.

I wonder what he has planned for us this time. The basement is dark with only strobe lights illuminating the corners. My eyes take inventory of the people surrounding me. The perfumes of omegas and lingering pheromones of the alphas tingles my nose. It’s almost too much to bear. It’s like finding the most unlikely scents and stuffing them all into a room together. The omegas are all small for the most part, like they should be. Some have blonde hair, some have dark hair, and a few have fire engine red hair.

My heart drops and irritation builds. Rebel isn’t here yet.

Fuck, she was supposed to come tonight.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I open up the app, but the room is empty. There’s no Rebel in front of the mirror putting on clothes or makeup. The lights are actually off. I wish I could pan to the other side of the room but not without my laptop.

A short breath leaves my mouth on a sigh as I close out of the app and shove the phone back into my pocket. I frown as the sweat of my beer bottle dribbles down my hand. The only one I want to perform my fantasies on is Rebel. She doesn’t know it yet, but if she doesn’t show tonight, she’ll earn her first punishment. She was invited, yes, but it wasn’t an option, and clearly, Gunnar didn’t share that information.

Gunnar grins at everyone as he rubs his hands together. “Welcome to our annual get together. Tonight’s theme is Fantasy Night. You will be paired up with someone. Remember, we are adults. You can use safe words and go over boundaries first, but then… let your imagination run wild. Your deepest, darkest desires. Let them play out tonight. Let the devil into your soul. Play with fire. Just don’t do anything illegal or that I wouldn’t do.” There’s a mass chuckle that goes up around the room. Dude is always doing crazy shit.

As I turn to leave, a head of flaxen blonde hair steals my complete attention. The noise and sounds around me fade out into the shadows of my mind, and the corners of my lips turn into a devilish smile.

She came.

Long blonde hair with the same darkened color at the bottom.

Full, kissable, pouty lips.

Sexy curves.

Tattoos cover her right hand and arm, trailing up beneath the shirt she’s wearing and disappearing, begging for my eyes to follow the path.

Fantastic tits and her ass in those leggings…. Those hips….

Ugh, I bite my lip to stifle the moan wanting to escape just thinking about putting my hands all over her again.

Several other alphas greet her on the way in, and she uncomfortably skates around them with a polite fuck off smile. That’s my girl. She understands the fucking assignment clearly, even though she has no idea what it is. The possessive alpha in me loves it but also hates it. No one else should get the pleasure of seeing my girl.

Couples start to pair off, the heat level going from zero to sixty in two point five seconds. Hell, there’s a couple fucking on my pool table in the corner. I make a mental note to have the cleaners add it to their list. There’s another couple just to their right. The skinny brunette omega is on her knees, breasts pulled out from her bra as the alpha she’s with fucks her face while playing with her tits. The light glints off what appears to be tears, and I realize that she’s gagging on his cock. My own twitches at the thought of seeing Rebel like that, completely lost in the moment.

Gunnar catches sight of Nova and hops down off the table, swaggering towards her. Her cheeks flush when he leans in and says something in her ear before brushing a strand of hair behind it. Signature move. I’d know it anywhere. I can only imagine the fucking filthy words he’s speaking to her, and I have my own for my little omega tonight.

With Nova distracted, I make my way to Rebel like I’m being reeled in. I may try and dramatize it like I’m being pulled in against my will, but I fucking want it. Want her. The overwhelming feeling like a current sweeping me out to sea, lost in a riptide of epic proportions, something I have no control over, and I want to fucking drown in it.

Awareness slams into me, and we stare at each other, caught in the in-between of before and after. It’s a moment of decision, risk and safety, my devil to her angel. There’s an increase in pressure within my chest, and I feel like the oxygen is getting pumped right out of my veins.

I inch closer to her and reach out, running my finger along the bare skin of her stomach that's peeking out. Her breath hitches on the brief touch.

Her golden brown gaze traces over every inch of my face like I’m familiar to her. Good, I should fucking be. She’s mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s unraveled the beast. The shadows that I keep hidden deep within my soul are peeking out to take a look at our new prize.

My tongue flips out, sweeping across my lower lip, and her dark, golden eyes trail the movement. I fight the groan that threatens to escape with her heated look.

Her soft bottom lip greets me as I sweep across it with my calloused thumb, and she lets me. She’s mesmerizing up close. Her breath stalls as I take in her beauty. I lean in and kiss her without permission, expecting her to shove me away, but she doesn’t.

“I want to fucking murder every alpha here who thinks he’s entitled to look at you right now. Like him…” I nod my head to the left. “He hasn’t stopped staring since you walked down the stairs. Guess he doesn’t realize that you’re taken. He doesn’t have a chance. He’s going to think about fucking you, getting his dick wet, and I’m fighting the urge to fucking tell you to bend over and touch your damn toes so I can fuck this pussy like it’s begging me to. Fuck, you smell like damn heaven.”

Her eyes glance down towards my cock and widen. I’m tenting my pants like the goddamn Eiffel Tower and not even giving a fuck. Let her see what she’s working with. Heat rises in her eyes and flushes those full cheeks before she’s clearing her throat and looking away.

“Don’t do that, baby. Don’t be embarrassed, and no hiding. You should know how much I fucking want you right now. I’m hard for you, fucking dripping cum for you, and I’ve barely laid hands on you. Touch it, baby.” Not waiting for her consent, I grab her hand and place it over the bulge in my pants.

She exhales and whiskey laces her breath, but she doesn’t seem to be intoxicated. Honestly, I’d probably fuck her if she was intoxicated or not because I’m a sick bastard. Her mouth falls open, and I take the opportunity to taste her again, my tongue roving over her bottom lip before nipping it hard. “Want to be mine for the night?”

She reaches up, touching her lip, and her finger pulls away with a slight tint of red. Licking my lips, I taste the metallic flavor. Blood. “So, what’s the plan?” Her mellifluous voice is sugary and pleasant to my ears as I hear her speak directly to me for the first time. It’s much different than the voice she uses to mumble in her sleep or the one I hear through my app.

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