9. Nine - Rebel

nine - rebel

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My stranger's eyes darken in delight as he stares at me, waiting to see if I'll take the bait. Or maybe waiting to see if I yell oops, just kidding . His lips twist into a predatory smirk that sends a shiver down my spine before I take off running.

A wicked chuckle lifts to the sky behind me. "Run, little mouse." His voice is cold and deadly, he's slipped into a primal mode where he is the ultimate predator, and I am his prey. My body comes to life, fight-or-flight flashing into my vision. Dark dreams have plagued me all my life, thoughts running rampant with no regard for anything.

Some of the things I think about are sick and twisted. Like… What would it feel like if he truly was a stranger? If this wasn't a game? Would I fight him? Well, I guess technically he is a stranger, right? I squeeze my thighs together because the fucked up part of my mind can't stop hyperfocusing on the idea - someone chasing after me, dragging me to the ground in the mud, covering my mouth with his hand and leaning forward to whisper dirty, fucked up things into my ears as he then proceeds to invade my pussy with his fat cock. How would the sweet burn of his knot as he shoves into me feel without permission?

I look at the woods and remember that I'm a fucking coward. Everyone knows this is the part in a horror movie where someone goes, "Whatever you do, don't walk into the woods. The things that sneak around in the night will take control of you and not let go." And of course, you stupidly do it anyway. And what do they find? You, dead, lying on the ground with your eyes open, staring blankly into the sky with a hole in your chest where your heart should have been.

The moonlight shines upon the ground, highlighting the dark red blood droplets from the animal who just ate my heart right out of my body.

My omega vulnerabilities are starting to lay waste to alpha predation. Without thinking, I'm sprinting the rest of the way through the yard and into the unknown darkness before me. Luckily, I'm in pretty good shape, which helps me in this situation.

I duck under a tree and keep running, only to realize that one of my tits has popped out of my bra and is currently doing the chicken dance on my chest. Clearly, my bra was not supportive of this chase. As I run, I try to shove it back down into the cup. I can't stop. Not yet.

I imagine him in a crouch, gently walking across the ground, silent as he stalks me. A tingle runs up and down my arms. Is he watching me right now?

I lie in wait, listening for any telltale signs that my mystery guy has given chase. The leaves whistle, breathing an ominous tune, and the sky sits pitch dark without a cloud in sight. There's a soft breeze blowing around my shoulders that licks against my skin with each taste. Every time my foot kisses the ground, it's all I can hear; the crunch, crunch, crunch of my shoes over the stale leaves beneath me. My pulse roars through my ears, and my soft panting breaths sound more like screams.

It won't take long for him to find me. He's an alpha, and they have superb hearing and scenting capabilities. I squint, looking between the trees, trying to spot any type of movement, but my eyes aren't that great in the dark.

A part of me feels shame for my deep, dark desires. No one really wants to be chased, right? Is it just my sick mind? Spending the majority of my time with Nova's parents when I was a kid has me questioning things. They were always so conservative, so… normal. I know my best friend has a kinky side based on the conversations we've had throughout the years. She loves freely and doesn't care what other people think of her decisions. I freaking wish I had that luxury, but growing up as a Davis didn't afford me that.

My lungs start to burn the more I run, and I decide I really need to stop. How can I fight back when I'm out of breath? Seeing a large tree behind me, I head towards it, but then realize there's a barn back here instead. Why is there a barn in the middle of the woods? Nope, nuh uh. I am not going in there. Running in the woods? Totally justifiable. Running into a barn and getting killed? I'd be the world's biggest dumbass.

Again with the damn horror movie thoughts. The soundtrack of Jaws starts up in my mind. Duh dum, duh dum, duh dum, duh dum…. My heart ticks up another notch, blood pumping oxygen furiously to all my organs.

Instead of going into the building, I creep around it. Another large tree stands before me, and I sneak behind it, peeking out every once in a while to make sure I haven't been seen. Which, in hindsight, is probably exactly how he found me.

Intentional footsteps head my way. Flight is kicking in again, and I'm thinking about running. Spinning on my heel to move, I find myself caught up in those topaz blue eyes, although right now, his pupils are blown with need as he flings pheromones out into the space around us. Closing my eyes, I inhale, letting the scent of him flow into my lungs and give me life.

He stalks towards me before leaning in and whispering in my ear, "You made it way too easy on me, little mouse." My stranger nips at my neck, and goosebumps engage their battlegear, lining my arm like a tiny army.

His chuckle is deep, dark, so low that I'd say he's possessed. It curls around my body, palming my core, and threatening to tie me down; to bring me to heel.

"Are you wet for me?" I shake my head, unable to find the voice to speak. "Do you want to be punished for that lie, sweet thing?" Biting my lip, I admit it. I want to be punished. I want him to utterly and unequivocally consume me; wreck me.

We stand there for a long few minutes, just breathing each other in. His pheromones curl into my nostrils, and I close my eyes, simply breathing him in. The scent of white chocolate fudge has me craving the sweet treat like candy.

There's a weird connection between us. It's threadbare, and the longer we stand here, the more tense it gets, pulling from itself.

His hands go to the buttons on his pants, and I can immediately tell the thoughts in his mind. It's why I take that brief moment and take off again, tearing around trees, not caring if he can hear my footsteps. It's thrilling. The idea of him chasing me because he wants me so bad that he can't wait until we get back. He needs me now, worn down with the desire to fuck a perfuming omega.

I can't hear anything outside of my own footsteps. Maybe he stopped searching. Maybe he decided that catching me isn't worth it when there are so many other eligible ladies back in that basement. The thoughts of self-criticism wear me down into believing that he is no longer chasing me. I stop running and turn to make my way back towards the house when I suddenly find myself falling to the ground. A weight hitting me in the chest so hard that it steals the wind from my very being.

He rises up above me and whispers, that grin still parting his lips like he's won a prize. "Got you." I guess, technically, I am the prize in this equation, and unfortunately, I fell right into his trap, but isn't that what I wanted? To be caught? Grabbing my ankles, he yanks me towards him, my shirt riding up in the back. A chill runs up my body at the feel of the slickness on the ground below me. I don't want to think about the fact that it could be mud. That doesn't matter right now.

His thick hands inch up my legs one at a time. A fingernail tracing a delicate line, first on the inside of my calf, and then my inner thigh. As he works his way up, he forces me open around him, kneeling in the grass between my legs. I'm fucking soaked. I perfume again, and he inhales deeply, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Fuck, you smell good. I want to taste you, but the urge to be inside this sweet cunt is overriding that idea. Are you ready to become mine, Omega?"

Forcefully gripping the sides of my leggings, he rips them down, leaving me bare to his gaze. The wind from earlier kisses my bare skin, giving it a chill.

I doubt I'll even get my panties back. I can imagine they're a souvenir at this point. Raising one leg at a time, he slips my leggings completely off and throws them behind him on the ground, not bothering to look where they not so gracefully land. No, his eyes are on me , hot on my core, and I can feel the trickle of slickness as it pours out of me.

It's been so long since I've felt an alpha's knot. Will he knot me?

Leaning in, he staggers a trail of hot kisses down my shoulders and neck, followed by licks from his hot tongue. Air curls and dances around the skin that's still damp from his kisses. Nerves run up and down my skin, lighting up with his mere attention.

He leans back again, still watching me as he unbuttons his pants and ungracefully shoves them down his hips. A thick, girthy cock springs free, and I wonder for just a brief second if the cold will affect him, but it's clearly not a problem. In fact, I'd swear his manhood is getting bigger with just my perusal of it.

Four bars line the vein on the underside of his cock that now stands proudly against his stomach. How bad did that hurt when he got it done? And how long do you have to wait to have sex afterward? I'm assuming it's not a short healing process.

"Like what you see?" He gives me no chance to answer before cold fingertips slide up my slit. "Mmm… you're fucking soaked and you smell like heaven." He leans in, deeply whispering in my ear. "You liked the chase, didn't you. You're a fucking slut for this aren't you? Tempting me with your ways. Letting me eat you out and lick you right in front of a room full of my friends. Tell me, my little slut, is exhibitionism a kink of yours? Are you a knot whore who just wants to be fucked? What would you do if I didn't give you what you wanted? Hmm… What if I take what I want and leave you hanging with the promise of punishment when you try to touch this pretty little pussy later?"

He shoves two thick fingers into me, and my walls clench around him.

"Fuck," he mutters. His thick cock bobs closer, begging entry to my body's own personal wonderland. Without preamble, that thick hunk of meat is thrust into me. I scream at the invasion. He pulls out completely, and then pushes back in, leaving both of us groaning as the bars on his cock rub against my sweet spot. It's been a while, but my body is slowly adjusting to him. Each thrust goes a little deeper, rubs me a little harder, and opens me just a little wider. He'll be splitting me in two soon, and I don't seem to mind.

His pace increases, and the all too familiar tingle of pleasure starts to course through my core. I'm so close. It crests like the beginning of a wave, and then he's pulling out of me, turning me over and pulling my ass into the air before thrusting right back into me. This angle shoves his cock deeper, and I can't seem to stop the noises falling from my lips.

The hard ground littered with fallen leaves and sticks digs into my knees but the overwhelming rapture I'm feeling from him takes over the discomfort.

The bars on the underside of his cock are filling me with so many sensations that I can't help but roll my eyes at the pleasure of it. I get it now… why women talk about guys with piercings down there.

Sex has never been like this before. Nothing about it is gentle, and I'm reminded as much when the side of my face gets shoved into the cold, damp ground below me, his hand firmly planted on the back of my neck.

I close my eyes, allowing the sensations to take over where my sight is not. I'm living by the feel alone, all my senses heightened.

He grinds into me, and noise escapes from my lips unbidden.

The thrill of it has me exploding around his cock, squirting all over him. His balls make a squishy sound as they pound into my clit from the sopping wetness. I imagine my slick dripping down his balls, only there is no window to the wall scenario here.

"Look at you, little mouse. Drenching my cock with this slick little pussy. I'm going to fill you to the brim with my cum, so full it'll be dripping out of you. I may have to push it back in if it dares to come out." I clench around him, and he groans. "Fuck yes. Grip me with this pussy. So fucking tight, glorious. I could die a happy alpha in this pussy."

In one final thrust, he locks his knot behind my pelvic bone, leaving us both moaning, and then I feel him shatter. Rope after rope of cum batters my insides. He keeps going far longer than I thought he was going to. No one has ever cum this much, then again, I don't necessarily always let them knot me. Apparently, my permission wasn't necessary.

I get the impression he craves control. It's in his tone, the way he moves around, and the way he steals the breath from my lungs just by looking my way. The way my omega cares for him is inevitable. So, for right now, I'll let it slide.

His knot feels glorious, hitting me in all the right places. The spiral of another orgasm grips me, this one more brutal than the last.

I'm wrung out. My legs are pools of jelly, and I'm fairly positive I won't be able to stand up for a while. Hot breath teases the tiny hairs on my neck. His broad body covers me, and his chest rests against my back.

The fervent beat of his heart pounds against his chest cavity, mimicking my own.

What the hell was I thinking? Panic ensues as I realize that we didn't use protection. He didn't even ask. I open my mouth to say something, but sharp teeth clamp down on my shoulder, and I wince instead.

Unexpected pain blooms throughout my body. He shouldn't be biting me, this wasn't part of the plan, fantasy or not. The pain is so great that it feels like he's going to rip a chunk out of me. The omega side preens at this alpha wanting her so bad, but I'm speechless and in shock.

There's an aching pulse between my legs every time he clamps down harder. He stops biting for a minute, and then licks the sore spot. I think it's done, he's done. I'm ready to go back to the party, but then teeth break skin, and he's biting into my soft tissue. What starts out as a scream quickly morphs into a moan, and I'm so embarrassed. I shouldn't be enjoying this. He just fucking marked me.

He cums again, for the, I don't know… maybe the fifth time, and it eggs on my own. It's like I have no willpower over my own body. He's controlling it; me .

Most of me is pissed, but the omega side prances around in glee like a giddy school girl. Finally finding my words, I seethe, lifting my hand to try and touch the spot he's just released. He's licking it tenderly. "What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with you?"

"Oh, little mouse. I think the more appropriate question is what's not wrong with me…"

Anger burns through my veins like a potent cocktail in an open wound. "You just fucking marked me and irresponsibly fucked me without a condom. Why would you do that? What if I'm not on birth control?" I lean back to stare into his face.

He smirks. Fucking smirks. "Guess there's a first time for everything." His hand glides around to my front, over my hip, and he gently runs his fingers over my tiny bundle of nerves. I beg him to stop. Plead my cause. There's no way I can orgasm again. It's too soon. But he's relentless. "You're mine now, Omega. Mine to fuck. Mine to make orgasm. Mine to use how I see fit. You have no options. I can't wait to see this belly filled up with my baby."

My lips form into a sneer. "Let me guess, you have a breeding kink, too? By the way, last time I checked, you're supposed to ask for consent before just giving someone your mark."

"You did consent," he growls, sending a shiver scattering up my arms, pebbling my nipples.

My eyes widen at the absurdness of his comment. "I most definitely did not."

He chuckles. "Sure, you did. Agreeing to be mine tonight means I can do what I want. It was my fantasy, and now it's real. You're my mate. You will never leave me now."

What the fuck?

My shoulder burns as the wind kisses the tender skin where he's left his permanent mark, and I whimper. It takes me a few minutes, but I realize a new feeling swarming within me. There's definitely joy tinged with a dark bitterness that lurks beneath it. There's no way I'm feeling this emotion which means that… it must be his feelings. Searching it out a bit more, it grows stronger. The intensity of the sensations thrumming through the fragile string of our newly created bond are overwhelming.

"You know we can't be apart now. It'll make us sick." I can tell he's smiling from the pride in his voice.

"I know." The words come out as a whisper. A new reality sets in. It's a different situation, but I'm still stuck. Only this time, I have a new devil, and he's not a gentleman. "Well, I don't live with you, so how is this going to work exactly?" His smile grows even larger. He waves back at the house. "Welcome home."

My eyes narrow. "Wait, this is your house? You live here?"

"Yep, for three years now."

"So what, then? You're just going to keep me hostage here? Gonna chain me up in the basement and use me as your own personal sex toy?"

He strokes his chin like the bastard is actually thinking about it. "Hmm… now that's an idea. I would prefer a willing participant, but if you aren't, I'll always accept an unwilling one. It just makes things a little more exciting, wouldn't you say? I love the fight, so fight me, baby. Make it hurt." He grins. "I want your claw marks all over my back, showing everyone you belong to me."

"You sick, bastard," I seethe.

He trails a finger down my side, sending a shiver crawling up my body. "In time, you'll learn to love me. Maybe one day, you'll wear this mark with pride," He says, leaning down and licking the spot again. It evokes another groan. I shouldn't like it. Lowering onto my elbows, I give my arms a break because they are getting tired of holding me up, but then he's grabbing me along the waist and pulling my back to his front, firmly lodging his knot further into my pussy.

He moves slightly, and his knot tugs against my sore pussy, causing a whimper. "Shhh… it's okay. I know it's a lot to take in. It'll be okay."

I snort this time. "Says the guy who just marked an omega against her will."

"If you're expecting an apology, don't." He sits back onto the ground, shifting me around so that I'm facing him on his knot. It's fucking uncomfortable, but I'm too out of it to care as much as I probably should. My eyes are tired, and I can't stop them from closing with the exhaustion, so I let the darkness take me for just a few minutes, praying this is all just a very bad dream that I'll wake up from tomorrow.

"You knotted me so I wouldn't run, didn't you?" I narrow my eyes on him. I've got your number, bud.

But the way his pulse picks up and each labored breath stutters gives him away. The intensity of his stare has me squirming, which, in turn, has both of us moaning.

"Like I said, baby. I'll take you willingly or not." He leans in then, his lips running against my own, asking for permission for once, but it's not happening. I'm ticked at him. The glare on my face should be permanently etched by now.

His tongue is soft and gentle as he drags it along my lower lip. I'm fighting the desire swarming low in my belly for him. I clench around his thick cock, and it twitches inside me. He's still fucking hard.

"Kiss me," He demands with an alpha bark.

"No," I bite bitterly back at him.

"Kiss me." He tries once more, repeating himself.

He pulls away briefly, and his chest is heaving as a low rumbling sound emits from his throat. A thick finger sneaks between us, and before I know it, he's rubbing my clit in small circles, applying more pressure with each touch. I bite my lip hard to keep from allowing the noises begging to be set free out. I won't give him the pleasure of knowing how much he's affecting me, but sadly, I think he knows.

There's a smug feeling rolling down our bond. The orgasm takes me by surprise and has my lips parting. He takes advantage, slipping his tongue in and over mine.

My hands thread through his hair against my will; my body acting against me. The traitor. If he's not letting me go, then I'll give him what he wants. Grabbing strands, I yank him hard against me as I push my lips harder against him, and his tongue plunges in again and again.

Pulling back to grab a quick breath, I can't stop looking into those perfect topaz blue eyes. "I hate you."

"Good," he growls at me, eyes glazed over with lust. "At least you feel something."