Page 44 of Knot Your Rebel

The energy in this kiss is feverish. My body is hot and needy.

Her small hands have slid to my chest to latch onto my shirt as if she’ll get lost in our passion.

I cut off the kiss, needing to take a breath before diving back in. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper, eliciting goosebumps along her heated skin.

A whimper escapes those pouty lips, building in intensity as her hips start to rock against mine, not helping the erection I’m currently sporting.

Looking between us, she sees my tip sticking out the top of my waistband and bites her lip. “You need to stop looking at me like that if you want to keep this moderately decent. I will not hesitate to knot the hell out of you right here in this equipment closet where anyone could walk right in and see us. Hmm… maybe I like that idea…”

It’s a lie. I don’t want anyone else to see her.

I’m losing my mind.

Grabbing her chin, I pull her in again and kiss her lips. Being this close to her gives me a fever. She pulls a need from me, one I can’t escape. One I can’t say no to, and one I can’t ignore.

The lust combusts between us, and the tender kiss leads to me mauling her face.

She moans when I bite her bottom lip. My hand drifts to the small of her back, and I hold her in place as she grinds against me. Slipping a knee between her legs, I pull her core onto me so she’s straddling my leg.

The urge to deny herself isn’t strong enough as she rubs herself against my hard thigh. The heat of her core is hypnotic. Shivers of pleasure short circuit through my body, spiraling out of control. I want to bend her to my will, to make her crave me.

“Ride my thigh, baby. Get this sweet little pussy off on me. Take what you need, Danger.”

“Danger?” She shudders.

“You’re dangerous, baby. Dangerous to my self-control. In danger of letting me love you too fucking hard.” I lean in and lick my mark in the crease between her neck and shoulder. She dips her head back, mouth open. “Get yourself there, baby. Fucking drench my pants. I want thesmell of your sweet cunt on me for the rest of the day. Come for me, and then I’m going to clean up the mess you leave behind with my tongue.”

“Y-you… are so… dirty,” she gasps out like she’s out of breath from a few simple words. Her grinding is no longer controlled, it’s frantic as her need grows, edging her closer to the breaking point. I kiss her to keep some of those noises from escaping into the room around us.

If we were at home, I’d let her be as loud as she wants to be.

My hand grabs at her neck again, and I squeeze. Her breathing speeds up. With every kiss and every touch, she gets closer to ecstasy. I have half a mind to edge her and not let her come, but I want it too much. I want to taste her.

The way to her heart seems to be pleasuring this body, and I intend to use it to my advantage.

Slipping a hand between us, my rough fingers rub the seam of her leggings. Heat envelops my skin as I rub against the sensitive, swollen flesh of her pussy, and it has me growling.

Wetness starts to leak through her leggings, so I growl again, garnering more slick. A few minutes and several moans later, she is soaring, high on the orgasm crashing through her body. Her leggings are now soaked the whole way through. My mouth salivates at the thought of what comes next.

“Fuck it,” I growl out between gritted teeth. My willpower shatters, and I’m ripping the leggings from her body with a strength I probably shouldn’t use on my mate. I’ll worry about what she can wear once we get out of here.

Dropping to my knees before her, I spread those sexy, tattooed thighs, and zone in on my destination. I run my nose up her thigh to the apex of where her desire pools. She smells like sex, lust, and arousal. Slick drips from her pussy lips, and I dip my tongue out for just a taste. Only briefly do I pause before I’m diving in, licking deep inside her. I’m insatiable.

Fingers roughly grip my hair, holding me to her pussy, as I push my tongue in and out in tandem with my fingers rubbing on her tight little clit.

I jerk back from her hand briefly to look up at her face as I lick my lips. I can imagine how glistening my face is with all of her slick coating it.

Her hips seem to find a steady motion as she pushes back against me, begging for more friction. I swirl my tongue and fingers around each sensitive spot, counting all the small whines that cross her lips. Each one another reward for pleasing my mate.

Her inner muscles squeeze against my tongue every time it shoves inside her, over and over again. Rebel wants more, needs it.

I pull back. “You want to get off again, baby? Soak this face so I can drown in the scent and taste of your perfection. Drinking you up from the source is so much better than second hand on my fingers. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll do both, but this… is fucking glorious.”

Her eyes start to close. “Let me see those golden eyes, Omega.”

Golden orbs find mine, and she fights it as she watches my every movement.

Pulling my tongue from the warmth of her heat, I lave at her clit while my fingers find their way inside and to that hot spot that makes her blow.

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