17. Seventeen - Tate

seventeen - tate

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She's caged in my arms, a wild look on her face as if she's planning on running. I can see her brain spinning a million miles an hour. That's not going to happen. Maybe things are moving fast, too fast, but I'm caught in her spell. It's witchcraft. I'm hers.

I have no defense against it. The heat between us burns like an inferno. Common sense urges me to take things slow, but my body demands more. This wickedly sexy little omega has me fucking hooked, she's like an aphrodisiac or a love potion.

My lips connect with hers, boldly parting them with my tongue. She brings out this visceral need in me, a reaction I've never experienced before. Her fingertips gently dig into my skin, and my hand slides up her body and wraps around her throat. I massage it lightly with my thumb, feeling the pounding pulse of her heartbeat in her vein.

Her body goes lax in my arms. The combination of spice and cooked apple notes mixes with her feminine scent, and I'm hard.

I want to make her knees weak.

I want her heart racing like a freight train headed down the tracks with broken brakes.

The energy in this kiss is feverish. My body is hot and needy.

Her small hands have slid to my chest to latch onto my shirt as if she'll get lost in our passion.

I cut off the kiss, needing to take a breath before diving back in. "You're so fucking gorgeous," I whisper, eliciting goosebumps along her heated skin.

A whimper escapes those pouty lips, building in intensity as her hips start to rock against mine, not helping the erection I'm currently sporting.

Looking between us, she sees my tip sticking out the top of my waistband and bites her lip. "You need to stop looking at me like that if you want to keep this moderately decent. I will not hesitate to knot the hell out of you right here in this equipment closet where anyone could walk right in and see us. Hmm… maybe I like that idea…"

It's a lie. I don't want anyone else to see her.

I'm losing my mind.

Grabbing her chin, I pull her in again and kiss her lips. Being this close to her gives me a fever. She pulls a need from me, one I can't escape. One I can't say no to, and one I can't ignore.

The lust combusts between us, and the tender kiss leads to me mauling her face.

She moans when I bite her bottom lip. My hand drifts to the small of her back, and I hold her in place as she grinds against me. Slipping a knee between her legs, I pull her core onto me so she's straddling my leg.

The urge to deny herself isn't strong enough as she rubs herself against my hard thigh. The heat of her core is hypnotic. Shivers of pleasure short circuit through my body, spiraling out of control. I want to bend her to my will, to make her crave me.

"Ride my thigh, baby. Get this sweet little pussy off on me. Take what you need, Danger."

"Danger?" She shudders.

"You're dangerous, baby. Dangerous to my self-control. In danger of letting me love you too fucking hard." I lean in and lick my mark in the crease between her neck and shoulder. She dips her head back, mouth open. "Get yourself there, baby. Fucking drench my pants. I want thesmell of your sweet cunt on me for the rest of the day. Come for me, and then I'm going to clean up the mess you leave behind with my tongue."

"Y-you… are so… dirty," she gasps out like she's out of breath from a few simple words. Her grinding is no longer controlled, it's frantic as her need grows, edging her closer to the breaking point. I kiss her to keep some of those noises from escaping into the room around us.

If we were at home, I'd let her be as loud as she wants to be.

My hand grabs at her neck again, and I squeeze. Her breathing speeds up. With every kiss and every touch, she gets closer to ecstasy. I have half a mind to edge her and not let her come, but I want it too much. I want to taste her.

The way to her heart seems to be pleasuring this body, and I intend to use it to my advantage.

Slipping a hand between us, my rough fingers rub the seam of her leggings. Heat envelops my skin as I rub against the sensitive, swollen flesh of her pussy, and it has me growling.

Wetness starts to leak through her leggings, so I growl again, garnering more slick. A few minutes and several moans later, she is soaring, high on the orgasm crashing through her body. Her leggings are now soaked the whole way through. My mouth salivates at the thought of what comes next.

"Fuck it," I growl out between gritted teeth. My willpower shatters, and I'm ripping the leggings from her body with a strength I probably shouldn't use on my mate. I'll worry about what she can wear once we get out of here.

Dropping to my knees before her, I spread those sexy, tattooed thighs, and zone in on my destination. I run my nose up her thigh to the apex of where her desire pools. She smells like sex, lust, and arousal. Slick drips from her pussy lips, and I dip my tongue out for just a taste. Only briefly do I pause before I'm diving in, licking deep inside her. I'm insatiable.

Fingers roughly grip my hair, holding me to her pussy, as I push my tongue in and out in tandem with my fingers rubbing on her tight little clit.

I jerk back from her hand briefly to look up at her face as I lick my lips. I can imagine how glistening my face is with all of her slick coating it.

Her hips seem to find a steady motion as she pushes back against me, begging for more friction. I swirl my tongue and fingers around each sensitive spot, counting all the small whines that cross her lips. Each one another reward for pleasing my mate.

Her inner muscles squeeze against my tongue every time it shoves inside her, over and over again. Rebel wants more, needs it.

I pull back. "You want to get off again, baby? Soak this face so I can drown in the scent and taste of your perfection. Drinking you up from the source is so much better than second hand on my fingers. Don't get me wrong, I'll do both, but this… is fucking glorious."

Her eyes start to close. "Let me see those golden eyes, Omega."

Golden orbs find mine, and she fights it as she watches my every movement.

Pulling my tongue from the warmth of her heat, I lave at her clit while my fingers find their way inside and to that hot spot that makes her blow.

Her breath comes out in short spurts. "Tate…" My name comes out on a sigh that has my dick throbbing, knocking against my pants to be released.

A few minutes later, my face is soaked as she squirts all over it.

I lean back and lift my shirt up to wipe off my eyes. When I look up, her face is tinted red with what I'm assuming is embarrassment. Damn, she's cute like that.

Rebel Davis is a high I will be chasing until the day I take my last fateful breath. Like any intoxicating drug, all it took was one taste, one look, one scent… and I was craving her. I wonder if each time I'll need more from her to sustain my addiction.

If I stopped, would it give me the shakes?

Shaking my head, I dismiss the words forming in my mind and focus on my omega. I need a plan; some reason for her to need to move in with me. I need her closer.

Maybe it really is true that she's become my drug.

I want to lick my lips to savor more of that decadent taste, but I also don't want it to be gone so soon. Slowly, I make my way up her body again. My hands move up over her stomach, chest, and up her neck, before creeping into her hair and grabbing hold. I crush her mouth to mine, letting her taste her slick covering my face.

Has she ever tasted herself before?

It's intimate, being with someone this way. My lips caress hers as our tongues dual in a dance. I've been with my share of women, and I love eating pussy, but I've never kissed someone afterward. Normally, I'm just waiting to get my dick wet.

"Um, Tate…" Rebel is looking down at the irreparable damage I did to her leggings. It's not just a small hole in the fabric. "I don't… have any extra clothes…"

Leaning in, I give her another quick kiss on the lips. "Do you trust me?"

She wavers slightly, that bottom lip stuck in her teeth while she worries it. "Yes."

"I need to go back to the locker room. I have something you can wear." Her eyes dart between me and the door, still unsure, but when I hold my hand out to her, she takes it. Opening the door slowly, I look both ways to make sure the hallway is clear.

I don't see anyone. Turning around, I place a hand on the small of her back and one under her knees and lift her to my chest bridal style. She squeals before stopping herself, and then I've got her in my arms, rushing back to the locker room. I shove through the door backward and head towards my locker.

The box of cameras still sits on the seat of my cubby, and I have to smile when she narrows her eyes at it. "Thought you may be missing those."

"Nah, I knew where they were. They were in good hands."

Her mouth drops as she looks up at me. "Good hands? Tate Geekies, if you believe for one flying second that putting up cameras in someone's house without telling them is a good idea, then you may need to seek out a therapist to dissect your brain."

"I was trying to protect you."

She wiggles until I put her down, and then she throws her hands on her hips. "You really expect me to not question that…? How is seeing me naked and watching me sleep like a creeper protecting me?"

"I saw him on the cameras. Once you went missing and Nova said she couldn't find you,I looked to see if you'd made it home, and there the bastard was..." A growl slips out. "Destroying your room. I am an alpha. You are mine, Rebel, and I will destroy anyone who tries to hurt you or come between us. I'm not like that pathetic excuse for a beta you used to date."

She sucks in a deep breath, and I'm hoping she can read the truth on my face. I would murder for her; take a bullet for her. Maybe she doesn't get it because of the selfish asshole who came before me, but I intend to erase him from her mind completely.

My hand aches, and I spread and squeeze my fingers. The bite hurts, but I've never been happier to see my mate marking me.

A few minutes later, I have just gotten Rebel dressed in a pair of my baggie sweatpants when the door to the locker room swings open. "Hey, Tate. Been…" A deadly growl slips past my lips, and his eyes widen when he realizes I'm not alone. He immediately does an about face and turns towards the door. "Sorry, I thought you were in here alone."

Clenching my jaw, I blurt, "Clearly not." He shifts uncomfortably on his feet before me. "You can turn around, we're decent."

His eyes immediately go to the beauty standing behind me, and his smile stiffens. "Drake, Rebel. Rebel, Drake. Great, now everyone knows everyone." I turn to look at my mate, and her eyes are locked on my friend. They're caught up in a staring competition that's starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

There's a heat behind his gaze, and I can't tell why. He knows I'm mated, so just the thought of him looking at my mate like this has my blood pressure rising and my alpha pressing against the surface.

What the hell is going on?

Drake shakes his head and looks over at me, finally trying to focus. "Guys and I were thinking about grabbing some chow at Shots N' Sips, but it looks like you've already got plans."

My mate's sweet voice captures my attention. "Tate. Go hang out with your teammates, I can just call Nova for a ride."

With my alpha pushing against my skin already, I know that's not going to happen. She just bonded with me. So the likelihood that I'll allow her out of my sight now that we're fully bonded is unlikely. I glance at Drake. "Raincheck?"

He nods, a grin spreading across his face. "I'll hold ya to it. Congrats, by the way."

Turning, he leaves, using the same door he entered through.