Page 62 of Knot Your Rebel

He licks up our release and leaves it sitting on his tongue. Smiling, he leans over me and lifts his fingers to my lips, opening my mouth before spitting into it. The flavor is salty, sweet, and tangy. I moan at the taste of our combined releases. Spit play, can’t say I’ve ever done it before, but it’s definitely now on my top ten list of hottest things ever.

twenty five - tate

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She drags me down until our lips are touching. This kiss is not half as aggressive as the one we shared previously was. I slow down to savor the taste of us on her tongue. I’m kind of surprised she went for spit play, but she’s perfect for me, so why wouldn’t she?

Rebel Davis was born to be mine.

I glance down at her body, noticing the marks I left behind. A part of me feels guilty for being too rough on her, but the other half loves seeing my marks painting her creamy, porcelain skin.

“Holy fuck, Tate…” Rebel says breathlessly, and it pulls a grin from my lips.

Lifting off her, I offer a hand to help her up, and she takes it.

Her breathing starts to smooth out as she stands. Silence surrounds us as I pick her up and carry her towards my car.

“Tate Geekies, I am perfectly capable of walking myself to the car.”

“Just let me carry you, okay?” My jaw clenches. I have the urge to care for her like a dom would care for a sub, but she’s not a sub, and I’m not exactly a dom. There are certain things I like and other things I don’t like.

I crave control, but I also like when my little dangerous little temptress takes it from me. She’s got a fire that burns bright. Despite the fact that her family was shit. Despite the fact that Brad was an asshole. Despite the fact that living in the foster home was clearly a bad situation. She’s still so fucking strong, even though some people in her life have obviously failed her greatly.

She’s silent, letting me take care of her by walking her back to the car. It takes a couple minutes but gives me enough time to hold her, to breathe in her intoxicating scent that has my alpha purring like a damn kitten.

I refuse to drop her to her feet once I get to the car, so I shift her in my arms and open the car door, depositing her inside.

“Tate!” she hisses, “I don’t have panties on. I’ll get your seat all wet.”

I grin at her. “Flood my seat, baby. Make every inch of this damn car smell like you so everyone knows exactly who I belong to.”

Her cheeks tint the cutest pink color, and I love seeing it on her. In some ways, she’s so innocent, but in others, it's like she’s a goddess sent from the sky to tempt me to my death like a siren at sea. Leaning in, I steal her lips in a quick kiss. “Stay here, I’ll go grab our clothes.”

“Okay,” she whispers it softly as I turn on my heel and head back towards where we left them strung out.

It takes me maybe five minutes tops before I get back to the car. Our strewn clothes are now laying over my arm.

My eyes find hers as I lower myself into the driver seat. “Where to now?” I ask quietly, still processing what just happened. I’ve read all there is to read about primal and acting like a dom, which means I need to take care of her. I need to have her in my space, at home with me. I go to open my mouth, but she surprises me by speaking first.

“Home.” My heart beats against my chest like a boombox. Does she mean… “Our home, Tate. I want to see where I’m going to be having my heat in a week or so. Unless, of course, you’d rather I go to the..”

“Fuck no.” The words come out sharper than I intended, but over my dead fucking body will she have her heat anywhere else.

“Okay, then.” A shy smile lights up her face, and it has my cock twitching in the pants I slipped on before getting back to the car.

She seems almost relaxed right now. It’s a rarity, and I won’t take it for granted. Reaching my hand across the seat, I leave it laying on her bare thigh. She’s put her panties back on since I gave them to her, but there’s still an expanse of gorgeous skin on display.

Picking up her phone, she chews on her bottom lip. “I gotta text Nova so she doesn’t worry.”

I nod, knowing it’s hard for her to leave Nova alone, especially when we both know something is clearly going on between her and Gunnar. Dude has some issues to work through and needs to pull his head out of his ass.

Rebel’s phone dings with, I'm assuming, a response from Nova. Her face lights up with a smile. “She’ll be okay,” I remind her, and she agrees softly. I love seeing how fiercely my omega cares for the people in her life. I’m secretly hoping that one day she cares that much about me, and our children, even though I haven’t exactly made things easy for her in the short time we’ve known each other.

The scent of sweet apple pie floods my scenes, and I want to bathe in it; to drown in it. I fight the urge to reach out and pull her against me as she gently takes her time looking around my house. The first time she was here, she didn’t give me time to extend a tour offering. Tonight, she’s willingly in my space, asking to see the place where we’ll share her next heat.

I’ve never tended an omega during their heat, so I’m not exactly sure what to expect, but I can tell you exactly what my cock is thinking as it stands proudly at attention, trying to be a battering ram against the inside of my zipper. The thought of having her like that has my cock harder than steel. I wonder if I’ll have zipper imprints where it is literally trying to shove its way past. The pain creeps in, making me uncomfortable now, but once I get inside her, I know the pain will one hundred percent be worth it.

Fabric barely conceals the curvy hips that entrance me, swaying side to side as she walks around my house, looking in each room. Long legs stretch for miles, and those thighs… the thought of having them wrapped around me makes me painfully hard, leaving little room in my pants to expand.

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