Page 13 of Knot Your Rebel

“Not too far.” She gives her address, and I’m the one frowning. This side of town is not exactly the best place to live. “I’m Nova, by the way. And that’s Rebel…”

I roll her name around on my tongue, liking the way it moves. I repeat her name just to see how it sounds coming from my mouth.

“Tate.”

“You have a last name?” She raises her brows at me, a hip cocking slightly.

“Yep, but it’s not important. I’m just being a gentleman and walking you back to your home so I know she’s safe.” She nods her understanding, and for the rest of the walk, there’s complete and utter silence. It gives me the opportunity to really look at the fragile omega in my hold. She looks so peaceful as her breath fans in and out slowly, heating my shirt where her lips touch it. Her makeup is dark, but it suits her. I’d love to see the golden color of her eyes again, but they’re closed. Soon, I tell myself.

Her dress has ridden up her thighs as I’ve been carrying her, giving me an eyeful of sexy thigh. My cock reminds me that it’s still there, not so patiently waiting.

“Well, this is it.” I follow Nova up the two stairs and onto the front porch. Her house is a small one story ranch. My mind immediately whispers easy access. It’s a little too dark to see what the actual house color is and any details, so I decide to save that for another day. I’ll definitely be back; especially now that I know she exists.

Nova’s hand shakes as she lifts the key to the front door. She’s nervous. Good. Maybe she learned something about not being a shitty friend. Finally, the lock disengages, and the door slides open. Hints of fresh baked apple pie smack me in the face, and there’s a lingering of vanilla, too. The beta. Dipping down, I run my nose against her throat and inhale.

As I suspected, it smells better from the source. I groan because it’s fucking heaven. Making sure her friend isn’t watching me, I lick the side of her neck, needing to know if her skin tastes just as she smells. It does.

“Okay, her room is just in there. Do you need any help?” Nova asks, and I shake my head. She walks down the hall, leaving us alone. Wow, her friend has way too much trust in me. I could be anyone… I thought best friends were supposed to have each other’s backs? I’m praying it's just the alcohol because she’s definitely tipsy, too.

Rebel’s overwhelming scent smacks me in the face as I step into the room. It’s bigger than I imagined it would be, standing on the outside of the house. I peer around in the dark, seeing shadows standing tall, of different types of furniture. I could turn the light on, but the glow of the street lamp outside gives me enough light to find her bed. Walking over, I turn down her sheets and set her down gently upon them, watching as Rebel rolls to her side and snuggles into the pillows. Rebel… I say her name quietly. It fits.

I shake my head. Did Nova even lock the front door? Two single females living alone, you would think they’d be more concerned about their safety. That’s like the number one rule. Irrational anger flashes through me at the carelessness.

Leaving Rebel’s room, I go to the door and lock it, making sure no one can get in and harm my omega. As I move silently back into her room, I take a look around, trying to find spots that wouldn’t be obvious to hide cameras because you best believe she’s getting cameras… and soon. I’m a non-trusting, possessive bastard. Seeing her laptop open on the desk, I walk over to it and hit the spacebar. The screen comes to life, displaying a picture of her and Nova. I turn to make sure the blinding light doesn't wake my sleeping beauty and find she’s snoring softly, so I get back to snooping.

Like the front door, her computer is also unlocked. Freaking anyone could log in and monitor her, and she wouldn’t have a clue. My hands clench as they ball into fists. The thought of someone breaking in here has me gritting my teeth.

I feel down my pockets, remembering that I was at the bar, and I don’t have a zip drive with me tonight, which means no software. I’ll bring it next time. In the meantime, I grab her phone from the side table where I placed it after tucking her in. The lack of a passcode is sadly not surprising in the least.

Loading the apps, I download one that I’m all too familiar with. It’s an app that will track her location wherever she goes. I want to know everything there is to know about Rebel, my mate. If I had a tracking device on me, I’d slip it beneath her skin tonight between her neck and shoulder, but I’m not prepared.

A deep groan grabs my attention, and I study her. She squeezes her eyes firmly together, even though they’re already closed. They move within her eyelids like she’s watching a movie. Her breath puffs out a little faster, and her hand involuntarily slips under her dress. It takes me a minute to realize that she’s playing with her tits. I push my lips tightly together so I don’t let out the groan dying to escape. Is she trying to kill me?

I wish the dress was a little higher up on her chest instead of her stomach so I could see what color her nipples are… dusty peach or light pink? I picture them, and my mouth waters. I wouldn’t care either way. I imagine they’d be the perfect size for my large hands.

Eyeing a chair on the side of the room, I can’t resist sitting down and watching her.

Plopping down, I strain to hear if her roommate is still up and about; everything is silent, except for the pounding of my heart and the anticipation of being caught. There’s no longer any light coming from the hallway. Being here without Nova’s knowledge shouldn’t be turning me on, but it is.

Her blonde hair fans out across her pillow, and when she moves, the sheet slides down her body, exposing more skin.

My body temperature rises. My cock throbs, rock hard, reminding me that it’s there. Like I could forget… The urge to creep over and whip the sheets down her body hits me, but I resist. It would be easy to climb over her, to spread those silky legs, and finger her until she’s ready to take me, before finally giving myself what I want and thrusting into her with one brutal stroke.

My dick bounces with that solid idea, but I won’t. Not tonight. I want her to remember the first time I break that sweet pussy on my cock. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the show. My hand is already on my cock. I push my pants down, giving myself room, and it springs free willingly. Spitting into my hand, I start to stroke my length slowly, from my balls, with a twist at the top over my mushroomed head. A quiet groan bursts free, and I immediately look at her face.

I can feel the pressure building already. I’m going to come faster than I ever have before, and I’m not even inside her yet. Her dress slips away more as her hand moves, and I admire the tan strip of skin exposed above the sheet. Her perfume slips out, and I struggle to remain in control. The perfumed scent is sweet, and I have to wonder if it's because her heat is near or if she’s normally that way. My mind goes dark when I think about her next heat and another alpha helping her through it.

A growl slips between my teeth on a hiss as she rolls onto her back. Her nipples pebble underneath her dress, and my mouth waters at the sight.

She lets out a breathy sigh, and I watch as that naughty hand slips lower, under the waistband of her panties. The sheet slides down more, giving me just a tease of bright red panties, and that tiny string holding me together snaps. Boom. It was tenuous from the start; only a matter of time.

Delicate fingers rub that pretty pussy, not even aware that it’s happening, but her hips begin to move against her hand. I wonder who she’s thinking about right now. Is it me or another alpha? I grit my teeth against the mere thought. This time, I growl, and it’s not quiet, but all that slips free from her is another moan. Does she do this often? Fall asleep and finger herself?

I rise from my chair, cock shifting with every step, as I make my way across to where she lays so peacefully. I step up to the side of the bed before I can talk myself out of it. Because I will regret it if I go home and don’t get to at least see her.

She lets out a heavy sigh, and it’s my downfall into the land of the possessed.

Dragging the sheet down, I find my prize; her hand on her pretty cunt. My knot swells, and I have to grip it to quell the need to expand. The sweetness of her perfume hits me, taking me out at the damn knees. I’m a goner; blowing my load all over my hand, but I keep stroking through it.

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