Page 35 of Knot Your Rebel

One of the perks of spending my nights with her is getting the chance to snoop through her things. The last time, I sequestered away her journal for safe-keeping and studying.

My sweet, little, innocent omega is not at all sweet. That mind of hers is glorious and twisted. I doubt she would’ve had the desire or the comfort enough with Brad to let him know exactly what she wanted. With me, I’ll demand it.

I’ll want her words even though I can’t always guarantee I’ll have her consent. Grabbing one of her small wrists, I listen for the click as the first cuff snaps shut. I follow it shortly with the other hand.

As much as I want to, there is no way to secure her to the bed. Once she’s moved into my place, that issue will no longer exist. I cuff her hands in front of her because I’m not an animal.

Her ass jiggles slightly with the small force I use to grant her the swat she’s earned. A gasp escapes those perfectly pouty lips. Deeply golden eyes stalk my every movement like prey does when a predator appears in the area. Good, she needs to be more aware.

If nothing else, she will learn to think before she acts.

Rebel’s heart races inside her chest, and I can feel the violent thumping as my hand moves to touch her chest. Her breaths pant out a little harder with each second that passes.

I should’ve thought about removing her shirt before cuffing her, but I’m not worried about it now. My palm twitches to swat her ass again just so I can watch it bounce, but my cock is demanding other things.

A shiver skitters up her arm as my voice comes out in a deadly tone. “You need to be quiet. Don’t want to wake up your roommate, right? What would happen?”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Does she have a voyeur kink, too? Would she watch from the shadows as I bring this sweet little cunt to orgasm over and over again with every part of my body?” Her eyes trail to the door as if she’s going to find them already watching.

She doesn’t know this, but Gunnar is all too aware of my obsession with Rebel. He knows that I’d lose my shit if he saw even a sliver of her creamy, naked skin.

Nostrils flare with each breath taken. This time, I think it’s both of us. My cock strains against my pants, demanding to be set free with his mate, but I like the misogynistic idea of making myself wait, of edging myself until I can’t stand it any longer and have to plunge my cock into her before I die from necessity.

“Hands above your head.” It’s a direct command, and when she doesn’t obey, a growl slips free; urging her to make the right decision. Slowly, she lifts them, her tits also lifting and pebbling against the fabric of my shirt she’s still wearing.

My willingness to endure the suffering of waiting will be worth it in the long run. My mind blocks out all other sounds and movements so I can focus on the helpless little omega before me.

Taking up my place at the throne between her legs, I lift one, and then the other, over my shoulders, opening her wider, exposing her to my view. My ravenous mouth travels slowly up one sexy thigh and to one side of her pussy lips, up over her clit, and down the other side. Her mouth parts, and she trembles beneath me. All this vibrant, pent-up pleasure is ready to be unleashed in the dirtiest way possible.

Her luscious body deserves to be covered in my scent. That column of her throat will bob as she swallows down my load, looking up at me with tears in her eyes from being gagged on my cock. I’m a man starving for her. My mind imagines watching her cunt push out my seed and drip heavily down her thighs. The lips of her perfect little pussy puffy and pink from the abuse it just received. It will be fucking enjoyable to break her, just so I can put her back together again.

My mind rewinds to the thought of her dripping with my cum. I think about breeding her until she’s big and round with my child. I’ve never had these obsessive thoughts of fucking a baby into a female, but with her, that’s all I want. It’ll tie her to me forever so she can never leave me. We’ll be one fucked up Romeo and Juliet retelling.

I may come off as a demanding ass, but most of what I do is for her, even though she may not see it that way.

Fuck, I sound like a psycho, and for Rebel, I will be. There is nothing I won’t do to her or for her from this day forward. Thoughts conjure inside my head at how I’m going to get her to finally give up this place and move in with me.

I’ve got a pool, all the electronics you could ever need. I’ve even got a fucking bidet.

My tongue swipes another line up her slit. I want to live in this cunt. I’d die a happy fucking alpha. Hell, I may fuck her every night, and then sleep with her wrapped around my cock as my own personal warmer. Maybe it’ll knock her up faster.

Making my way back up her body, she turns her head away from me, avoiding my kiss, but that just won’t do. Gripping her chin, I pull her back to me before forcing my thumb into her mouth. I lean in, letting my fingers retreat briefly before I’m thrusting my tongue in. Hate rolls off her body in waves. But so does desire.

Hate me, baby, but you’re still mine. She resists for mere minutes before she lets me drag her down into the passion I want to consume her in. I want to burn alive with her by my side, setting the night on fire as we take these flames on the run.

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Lips ghost over my mate mark, calling me from the lazy haze of sleep. I squint as I’m blinded by the damn light, and there’s a rock hard something poking me in the back. That’s when I notice the arm that’s wrapped around my midsection, one hand firmly planted, holding my left tit. My body feels like it’s been run over by a truck.

The urge to pee rises up and screams that I’m in desperate need of a bathroom, but I’m currently enjoying the feel of this alpha, the one I most definitely shouldn’t want here, wrapped around me. I’m in a cocoon of thickly muscled arms. It’s clearly a massive appendage that’s trying to stab my kidneys out from behind. Holy shit.

A lump clogs in my throat as I try to swallow. So, last night did actually happen. I thought it had just been another vivid dream. As I try to think back, I realize most of the events are foggy, and I can’t seem to figure out why. My mouth has a sour taste as I try to wet it with my tongue, and my gag reflex hits hard.

Wiggling back, I rub my ass on his cock, feeling the prominent piercings that paint the underside of his shaft, and eliciting the deepest, sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. Now that I remember. Isn’t it funny how our minds always remember the dumbest shit? I couldn’t tell you, to save my life, what I had for breakfast yesterday, but I know the alpha currently naked in my bed has a Jacob's Ladder.

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