Page 63 of Knot Your Rebel

I know what she looks like beneath those clothes, and I can’t fucking wait to worship her like a goddess again, even though its been less than an hour since the last time I was inside her.

The effect of her on my body is full force, another painful surge of blood flowing below my belt. As if my cock isn’t suffocating enough already.

An overwhelming urge to corner her, throw her down on the bed, fuck and claim her wears on me. My fangs elongate slightly as if, somehow, my body is demanding its penance. “Want to see the nest?”

Her eyes find mine and widen in shock briefly before narrowing. “I thought you said you haven’t had an omega here before?”

I smile at her jealousy, liking the way it makes me feel, like she is possessive of me almost as much as I am of her. If she only knew how truly a psycho I am for her. “You asked me to tend to you during your heat. Did you think I would expect you to go through that without a nest?”

“But I hadn’t actually asked you to until tonight.”

I grin at her. “I know.”

She doesn’t respond, but I can tell the words dangle off the edge of her tongue, waiting to be released into the world. Giving a rough jerk of my head towards the door at the end of the hall, I silently direct her. Touching her right now isn’t an option. No, if I get another taste or touch of that soft skin against me, I’m not going to be able to finish the damn tour.

Thinking about her heat has me fucking salivating. I’ve thought about the way those fake nails of hers would scratch against my skin, leaving marks that would remind me every time I flexed that my little omega was a hellcat in bed, but only for me. Only ever for me. If she thinks she’s going anywhere after this heat, she’s fucked in the head. She’s mine now.

“Again, I was just waiting for you to ask.”

She nods and licks her lips.

I groan and try to shake the image of it from my mind. I’m clearly losing it. I need to be patient or I’ll have her bent over the kitchen counter as she screams my name right before I lock myself inside that tight little pussy. The smell of her slick has my eyes rolling. Fuck, I won’t last long.

The door pushes open as she turns the handle. A dimmed, single light shines from the corner of the room to our left, leaving the rest of it cloaked in darkness. I’d taken the time to have a nest built from the floor up; giving her all the amenities she could want; pillows, blankets, my old clothes.

My eyes take a spin around the room, wondering what Rebel’s thinking; looking at it objectively as an alpha trying to provide for his omega. Does she like it or is it overkill? A dropped mattress sits in the middle of the room, surrounded on all sides by paneling, making it feel small and compact, something the internet said an omega would crave during her heat. The top of the mattress is covered in a light canopy colored the same as the ruby blankets and pillows I’d scattered at the end of the mattress closest to us. Shades of her birthday gemstone.

Behind us across the hall is the bathroom. I haven’t had time to completely reconstruct my home so she will be comfortable. There’s always next time. And there is absolutely no way there won’t be a next time. If I had my way, I’d tie this omega to my bed until she loved me.

Her nose twitches, eyebrows furrowing in slight disapproval. My skin itches at the thought of her not liking something I’ve done. “What, what is it?” Her nostrils flare. Is she testing it for the scent of another omega? I knew it would take a while for her to trust me, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t raise my hackles.

Dark hazel eyes blink back at me, with what looks like wetness pooling in the corners. “Do you not like it?”

“No,” she says with a sniff, “it’s perfect.” Had that asshole beta never made her a proper nest to have her heats in? “Thank you, Tate, truly. This means a lot to me that you’re willing to see me through this.”

“I’m not a martyr, sweetheart. Believe me, I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. It won’t be any hardship to fuck you until your legs won’t work or make love to that sweet pussy with my mouth until your slick runs dry.” My voice is low, and a growl threatens to sneak out.

“Your house is really nice,” she whispers, holding her arms around her midsection. Her words of approval have pleasure flooding through my veins. It’s one thing to think I own a nice house, but to have the omega I’ve been obsessing over saying it out loud does something unholy to my insides.

Fuck, why are these feelings so potent? Normally, I know I’m the best, and other people's thoughts and opinions don’t weigh two shits on my life, but her feelings do. Everything about her matters.

Clearing my throat, I glance away from her, hoping that she doesn’t see the vulnerability hanging in my gaze. I’ve never been this type of alpha; one who cares this much. I was sure I had some things to learn.

Rebel moves farther into the room and is now running her hand through the soft fabrics I’ve gotten for her.

I didn’t make the nest up. I want her to do that on her own. I want her to make that damn nest with us in mind. I want her to think about how well I’d fuck, breed, and knot her until the very end.

Rebel is everything; my dream omega. I should’ve walked away so many times. She doesn’t deserve to deal with someone like me, especially if she knew the things I’ve done, but I just can’t do it. I can’t force myself to let her go. I’m a sick bastard like that, and I won’t apologize.

Her scent is driving me crazy, and as much hell as it is pulling away, I need to before I take her again. I want to prove to her that we belong together, and it’s not only because I want to fuck her twenty-four seven, which is pretty much the case.

As I finally force myself to back away, my hand falls to the erection I’m prominently sporting. I swear, I almost lose control again when her eyes follow the movement and that sexy little pink tongue dips out again to tempt me.

A yawn tugs at her lips, exposing that sexy pink tongue. “Sleepy, little firebrand?”

“Yeah, a certain alpha wore me out tonight. But I kind of liked it.”

“Good because it won’t be the last time.”

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