Page 20 of Knot Your Rebel

“It’s Fantasy Night, so your craziest wish is my command. I want you to have every damn thing you want.” I take an overexaggerated look down her body. “Mmm… this sweet little tight body. I promise you’ll like it. Do you want to be chased? Held down? Strangled? I’ll be your damn genie, and you’ll get more than three wishes, but so will I…”

“Okay, hot shot. Tell me… what exactly is your fantasy? I have no doubt that any omega in here would not find it hard to play it out with you. Why pick me?” Her voice has a lilt of raspiness to it.

“Because you’re fucking mine.”

“I’m not yours,” she retorts.

“I will own you. Keep fighting me, baby girl. It turns me on to watch you squirm.” I watch her throat bob as she swallows, her breath coming out faster.

She stands there, mouth slightly parted, not speaking. Is she in shock? I shake my head. “Anyhow, if I told you my fantasies now, it would ruin the surprise. If you know mine now, then you’ll be getting all up in that beautiful head of yours thinking and plotting. I need you to focus on me completely. Let me make you feel so fucking good. You need my touch. Soon, you’ll crave it.”

She laughs lightly, hands settled on her hips with a raised eyebrow as if to say oh, really. “Cocky much?”

Reaching out, I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, tipping her chin up with my forefinger and thumb so she has no choice but to look at me. “There’s a difference between cocky and confident, baby. I know what I’m doing.” I wink at her, and a blush crawls up her cheeks. Hell yes…

Her body is warm against mine, and the way she’s crushed up against me is giving me an absolutely fucking amazing view of those tits I long to run my tongue over.

Gazing down, I let her step away from me slowly as I soak in her outfit. She’s wearing a tight, sparkly black shirt that hugs her tits like a cradle, and I wish it were my hands instead. Later, I promise myself. It barely covers her midriff section, exposing a slice of that delicate skin I touched earlier. There are rips in her leggings, giving me a peek at the bare legs hiding beneath. Those sexy legs I can’t seem to get out of my damn mind. Bracelets dangle from her wrists, and a necklace hangs around her slim neck, falling down into her cleavage, teasing me.

Was it her intention to draw my eyes there? If so, it’s working. Fuck me, they look even bigger now than the last time I saw them.

I lean in and rest my forehead against hers. My hand slides up her body and around her shoulder to cup the back of her neck. She closes her eyes, letting me take a minute to breathe her into my lungs. Fuck. “Let me have you.”

Her breathy gasp is audible, sending an electrical charge straight to my cock. Hmm… does my girl not know dirty talk? I immediately add that to a mental checklist. I’m going to throw all the dirty talk I can muster at her and watch as her pussy appreciates it.

“Okay,” she agrees. I’m grinning like a fucking loon. I’ve lost my damn mind over this omega.

My self control went hasta luego and exited the building the first night at the bar.

I turn her away from me, planting a firm hand on her hip, and letting my breath caress her skin. I nestle my erection between her ass cheeks, and she rubs against it, eliciting a moan. Running my fingers over the bare expanse of skin between her shirt and her leggings evokes a whole body shiver. Goosebumps make their presence known.

Looking around the room, I watch as more couples pair off. I haven’t seen Drake since we came down here, so I assume he’s found a willing participant. Leon is across the room with a short blonde. She’s running her hands up and down his biceps and whispering in his ear. His face has a bright red flush, and his erection is desperately pleading to be released from its confines. Impressive.

It occurs to me that Leon may very well be a virgin. Hell, maybe the dude will get lucky. If she’s a puck bunny, then he’s got a damn good chance of getting his tip wet. A few of the other guys from the team have paired off and dispersed. Gunnar has his arms wrapped around Nova while she smiles up at him like he hangs the moon. He leans down to whisper in her ear, and she squeezes her thighs together. There we go.

My dick throbs against my zipper, dying to have Rebels mouth wrapped around it. The anticipation and lust is lighting me up inside.

“Here’s how this is going to go. I’m going to give you what you want, what you don’t know you’ve been craving. I’m going to bring you to heaven and drop you back down to hell with me.” My voice is thick with arousal. “And then… I’m going to have my way with you. Take what I need. I can guarantee I won’t be gentle. It’s not in my nature. Tell me to stop now, say the word and this ends right here.”

Not that I would let it, but I want her to feel like she has the choice, even though she really doesn’t. Her lips part as she nods, breathless.

I turn her, backing her up against the table as I lean in. “I’m dying for a taste. Will you let me, Rebel?” Her eyes seem to widen at the use of her first name, but she doesn’t respond, and I’m thankful she doesn’t call out my slip up.

She’s too busy trying to look around nervously, but I hold her head in place, my hands firmly planted on her cheeks. “Don’t worry about them. I’m the one you need to worry about tonight. I’m the big bad wolf in this situation, Omega.”

Grabbing the waistband of her leggings, I pull her into me hard before kissing the life out of her, and she wobbles briefly as I then guide her to the table. She bends over it, back facing downward, and I pull her legs towards the wall so I’m the only one able to view her wetness. I may eat her out in front of a crowd, but I sure as fuck won’t let them see what’s mine. I want every alpha in this room to know who this omega belongs to, tonight and every night after.

Lithe fingers grab a hold of the table as I pull her closer. “I don’t even know your name,” she whispers.

I smirk. “You don’t need to.” My fingertips slide into her leggings and start to gently pull them down, slipping beneath the lace panties she’s currently clad in. “Red… fucking hell. Do you know how hot that is?” I don’t give her time to respond before I'm ripping them down the middle and shoving them into my back pocket. Her gasp brings a shiver down my spine in anticipation.

Her red panties tell me she was definitely planning on getting laid tonight. No one wears red panties just for themselves. Irrational anger bubbles up at the thought of her fucking anyone other than me. My fingers slide down over her mound. She’s smooth, shaved, and like a sauna. I cup her mound. “After tonight, I’ll be the only alpha to own this cunt. Say it.”

I’m sure she’s probably rolling her eyes, so I squeeze her harder, reminding her. “Say. The. Words.”

“Yours.”

“Good.” My fingers drag down over her slit, feeling how fucking soaked she is for me. Shoving two fingers into her, without warning, she moans at the intrusion. The heel of my palm rests against her clit as I start to finger fuck her.

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