Page 60 of Knot Your Rebel

An animalistic growl slips from those sinful lips as he pulls away. “You sure you want this? Last chance to walk away. We can go back to Nova’s place, sit on the couch, and watch tv. No harm, no foul.” Being this close, I lean in and stick my nose in the crease of his neck and shoulder. He smells so fucking good. He’s clearly pumping pheromones into the air, and my mind is going crazy.

“Yes.” This doesn’t fix everything between us. There are definitely still some things we need to discuss about our future and relationship, but I’ll be damned if I let this slip through my fingers. I’m throwing caution to the wind tonight and letting Tate really take the wheel.

I take a few steps backward, and he advances towards me, those powerful arms caging me in. “Last chance,” he whispers, and it has the goosebumps rising on command, dotting across my skin.

“I want it,” my voice whispers in the silence of the night surrounding us. I do, it’s true. “I want you, Tate. I want you to leave marks on my body so, the next day, I’m reminded exactly of what we did here tonight. ”

“I’m going bare.” His dick jumps at his confession against me.

“You haven’t used protection yet, why would you start now?” I tease him, but those eyes only darken.

He grabs his cock and shoves his groin into me. “Don’t make this worse on yourself. I’m barely restraining the beast as is.” He leans in and inhales. “Fuck, I can smell that sweet little pussy giving me slick already. Maybe I’ll have a taste first. Or maybe I’ll just strip you down right here and worship this fucking body like my goddamn temple.”

I grin. “You’ll have to catch me first.” In a burst of energy, I dip under his arms and race down the stairs. My ears attuned to the sounds behind me, waiting to hear footfalls, but they don't come. He’s teasing me again.

I don’t turn. I just keep going.

“Run, little omega. I’m coming for you.” I hear his voice cut through the crisp night, giving me déjà vu. I can’t tell how close he is, but I know he’s out here looking for me, and he’s a little unhinged, thanks to my prodding.

Dear Lord, I can’t believe I’m doing this with him again, but I also can’t complain. It’s exhilarating, and the fact that he’s down for it only eggs me on. As I traverse the dark, starry night, I realize I have no idea where we are or where to go.

It’s becoming pitch black, and there are no lights on, not even on the lookout, but I have a feeling that's for a reason. There’s no houses around, it seems like straight up woods. Does he own this land? Oh, shit. Are we going to get in trouble for being here?

Nerves buzz and light up my body like the fourth of July. My chest is heaving, and I think it's a combination of anxiety and being turned the hell on.

Self-preservation ran out the window the second I ran down those stairs. I could question why this turns me on. Why I shouldn’t be creeped the hell out. Why I shouldn’t revolt against an alpha chasing me, but I can’t. All I can think about is him catching up to me, lifting me into those strong, sexy arms, and ravaging the fuck out of me.

I can smell that white chocolate scent of his on the breeze as it gently blows against me. A stick cracks behind me, and I realize I've slowed down. Shoot.

“I can smell you, my little firebrand. You’ve left a trail of arousal that’s led me right to you.” I look behind me, but I can’t see him. Another stick cracks, drawing my attention to another spot, but he’s not there, either.

I lick my lips, anticipation crawling up my spine.

Adrenaline pumps so hard in my veins that I get lightheaded.

My feet start moving again, and I dash away from where I think his voice was the last time he spoke. Footsteps crunch against the fallen leaves as I run, and I cringe. He’s definitely going to find me.

Why am I running? Truly? Like… I want him to catch me, so why am I even exerting the effort when I could simply be enjoying the pleasure he’s about to dole out?

Lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear him coming until it’s too late. Thick arms snake around my midsection, and hot air melts into my skin as he speaks, “Got you.”

I lick my lips. “And what are you going to do to me?” Excitement courses through me waiting for his response.

“Strip.” His voice is gruff and deep as he releases me. I hesitate because we’re in the woods. But, really, who is going to see me? “Omega.” The growl he releases is dark and deadly. This time, I don’t hesitate. I’m pulling my top over my head and yanking my pants down without a second reminder. “Put your shirt back on. I don’t want your skin torn up.”

I furrow my brows, questioning his comment, but do as he asks and put my shirt back on. “Good girl.” His praise makes me purr, and I catch him smiling when he hears it. “Your purr is beautiful.” He leans in and gives me a chaste kiss before locking his hands behind my knees and lifting me up.

Walking backward, I cringe when my back slams against a tree. We’re both panting by this point, lust and oxytocin flooding our systems.

He nudges his knee between my legs and pins my arms above my head. Typical book boyfriend material, right? This pose forces my chest out, and he wraps his lips around my shirt covered nipple. It pebbles with the slightest touch of his lips.

Tate trails kisses down the column of my throat, throwing in nips along the way that make me squirm. Slick starts to flood down my legs. I can feel the steel of his cock grinding against me through his pants. He really needs to lose those.

I try to let my arms drop, but the hand around my wrist tightens, telling me no.

Blood pumps loudly in my ears. I’m on fire and shaky; not sure if it’s from the thrill of tonight or the chill that’s creeping in.

His hand dips between us, and those fingers find their destination; my clit. My eyes roll at the sensation, and a gasp slips out when he shoves a finger inside me. I’m so soaked that I can hear the suction of my pussy each time he thrusts into me. I’m super sensitive, and moans slip unbidden from my lips, encouraging him.

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