Page 59 of Knot Your Rebel

It’s gorgeous here. Small ruffling noises below us alert me to creatures scurrying around now that night has fallen around us.

A small breeze picks up loose strands of my hair and swirls them around, playing with it as if it's not an inanimate object.

The feel of Tate’s hot palm against the small of my back steadies me while simultaneously making me think about the request I’ll make of him later tonight.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You are.” His words drift across my skin, lifting goosebumps in its wake. “But, yes, that’s why I like this place so much. It’s just so peaceful and calming.”

I lean back into him. “It is. Thank you for bringing me here and sharing this with me.”

“Would’ve been disappointing if you hadn’t come up here, huh?”

“Yeah, I really think so. Thanks.”

“Anything for you, Rebel. You should know that by now. Despite all of my possessiveness, I will always do whatever is in your best interest.”

I raise a defiant eyebrow. “And that includes you?”

His voice is deep as he responds. “I’m non-negotiable. You’re mine. It’ll help things if you finally accept it.”

My body brushes against his as I turn to look up at him. “Have you always had these proclivities?”

“I’m going to need you to be a little more specific.”

“Have you always liked chasing omega’s in the woods? Bending them to your will? Stalking them with cameras?”

Leaning in, he kisses my neck. “Nope, you’re the only omega who drives me wild. My alpha goes mad over you.” He moans. “The mere thought of someone touching you. The thought of someone hurting you. The thought of you being alone or sad. I can’t handle it. I will literally unalive any ungrateful fucker who dares to mess with what is mine. Don’t ever forget it.”

“How are you so sure?” I don’t understand it.

His large hand covers my chest, and the look on his face speaks of genuity. “You can feel it just as much as I can. Your emotions that flood our bond daily tells me that. Some days you may hate me or not understand why I do what I do, but I promise you what I feel… it’s real. It's you and me. You’re my mate, and that won’t change.”

I grin up at him, needing to steer the conversation in another direction. “So, you said you’ll do anything I ask of you since I trusted you to come up here, right?”

He gives me one single nod, his eyes darkening with intensity. I lick my lips. “Then I want to do what we did the first time out behind your house.”

“You want me to chase you?”

I nod shyly. Why do I feel so weird asking him for this when it’s clear he has no qualms? Because it feels wrong to want something so depraved. My mind whispers. To crave the action of being pushed face down into the ground and letting him take you. After my younger years of dealing with the trauma of the boyfriend of my foster mother, I should run from the idea, but maybe I don’t because it’s Tate. I know he won’t hurt me. Unless I ask him to.

I run my fingers up his chest, allowing my nails to scrape against him and, hopefully, leaving small marks beneath his shirt. “Let the beast out to play tonight, Tate. I know he’s been living just below the surface for a few days, biding his time. Maybe he’d like a chance to breathe.”

His head tips like a dog trying to figure out what his owner is saying. “You want me to be a fucking animal with you, Danger?”

I tip my head, studying him right back. “Do you want to be? I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

His grin is feral. The chuckle that follows is dark and full of wicked promise.

He steps closer to me, towering over my smaller frame. The height difference isn’t drastic, but he’s so much more muscular than I am.

“I want you to tackle me down and pin me… I want you to make me think that you’ll crush me and not let me breathe until I beg for it. That first night, I was terrified. It’s not something I’d ever done before, but I wanted to, with you.”

I can feel his heart rate pick up underneath my palms with each breath. “You douse me with fear and light me up with lust at the same exact moment. I know I’m safe with you. I know that you won’t hurt me unless I ask you to. I like the way you make my adrenaline spike like my heart might combust at any time. Maybe I like the idea of living wildly, living on that side of life with you. Is that what you want, Tate?” I tip my head to the side again. “You want me to go all in?”

My eyes are drawn down to where he’s poking me in the stomach. His dick is so fucking hard that it’s literally taking up every square inch in the front of his pants. He’s turned on.

A warm hand wraps around my throat and squeezes lightly. “Fucking finally,” he whispers right before his lips crash into mine.

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