24. Twenty Four - Rebel

twenty four - rebel

. . .

It's gorgeous here. Small ruffling noises below us alert me to creatures scurrying around now that night has fallen around us.

A small breeze picks up loose strands of my hair and swirls them around, playing with it as if it's not an inanimate object.

The feel of Tate's hot palm against the small of my back steadies me while simultaneously making me think about the request I'll make of him later tonight.

"It's beautiful."

"You are." His words drift across my skin, lifting goosebumps in its wake. "But, yes, that's why I like this place so much. It's just so peaceful and calming."

I lean back into him. "It is. Thank you for bringing me here and sharing this with me."

"Would've been disappointing if you hadn't come up here, huh?"

"Yeah, I really think so. Thanks."

"Anything for you, Rebel. You should know that by now. Despite all of my possessiveness, I will always do whatever is in your best interest."

I raise a defiant eyebrow. "And that includes you?"

His voice is deep as he responds. "I'm non-negotiable. You're mine. It'll help things if you finally accept it."

My body brushes against his as I turn to look up at him. "Have you always had these proclivities?"

"I'm going to need you to be a little more specific."

"Have you always liked chasing omega's in the woods? Bending them to your will? Stalking them with cameras?"

Leaning in, he kisses my neck. "Nope, you're the only omega who drives me wild. My alpha goes mad over you." He moans. "The mere thought of someone touching you. The thought of someone hurting you. The thought of you being alone or sad. I can't handle it. I will literally unalive any ungrateful fucker who dares to mess with what is mine. Don't ever forget it."

"How are you so sure?" I don't understand it.

His large hand covers my chest, and the look on his face speaks of genuity. "You can feel it just as much as I can. Your emotions that flood our bond daily tells me that. Some days you may hate me or not understand why I do what I do, but I promise you what I feel… it's real. It's you and me. You're my mate, and that won't change."

I grin up at him, needing to steer the conversation in another direction. "So, you said you'll do anything I ask of you since I trusted you to come up here, right?"

He gives me one single nod, his eyes darkening with intensity. I lick my lips. "Then I want to do what we did the first time out behind your house."

"You want me to chase you?"

I nod shyly. Why do I feel so weird asking him for this when it's clear he has no qualms? Because it feels wrong to want something so depraved. My mind whispers. To crave the action of being pushed face down into the ground and letting him take you. After my younger years of dealing with the trauma of the boyfriend of my foster mother, I should run from the idea, but maybe I don't because it's Tate. I know he won't hurt me. Unless I ask him to.

I run my fingers up his chest, allowing my nails to scrape against him and, hopefully, leaving small marks beneath his shirt. "Let the beast out to play tonight, Tate. I know he's been living just below the surface for a few days, biding his time. Maybe he'd like a chance to breathe."

His head tips like a dog trying to figure out what his owner is saying. "You want me to be a fucking animal with you, Danger?"

I tip my head, studying him right back. "Do you want to be? I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

His grin is feral. The chuckle that follows is dark and full of wicked promise.

He steps closer to me, towering over my smaller frame. The height difference isn't drastic, but he's so much more muscular than I am.

"I want you to tackle me down and pin me… I want you to make me think that you'll crush me and not let me breathe until I beg for it. That first night, I was terrified. It's not something I'd ever done before, but I wanted to, with you."

I can feel his heart rate pick up underneath my palms with each breath. "You douse me with fear and light me up with lust at the same exact moment. I know I'm safe with you. I know that you won't hurt me unless I ask you to. I like the way you make my adrenaline spike like my heart might combust at any time. Maybe I like the idea of living wildly, living on that side of life with you. Is that what you want, Tate?" I tip my head to the side again. "You want me to go all in?"

My eyes are drawn down to where he's poking me in the stomach. His dick is so fucking hard that it's literally taking up every square inch in the front of his pants. He's turned on.

A warm hand wraps around my throat and squeezes lightly. "Fucking finally," he whispers right before his lips crash into mine.

An animalistic growl slips from those sinful lips as he pulls away. "You sure you want this? Last chance to walk away. We can go back to Nova's place, sit on the couch, and watch tv. No harm, no foul." Being this close, I lean in and stick my nose in the crease of his neck and shoulder. He smells so fucking good. He's clearly pumping pheromones into the air, and my mind is going crazy.

"Yes." This doesn't fix everything between us. There are definitely still some things we need to discuss about our future and relationship, but I'll be damned if I let this slip through my fingers. I'm throwing caution to the wind tonight and letting Tate really take the wheel.

I take a few steps backward, and he advances towards me, those powerful arms caging me in. "Last chance," he whispers, and it has the goosebumps rising on command, dotting across my skin.

"I want it," my voice whispers in the silence of the night surrounding us. I do, it's true. "I want you , Tate. I want you to leave marks on my body so, the next day, I'm reminded exactly of what we did here tonight. "

"I'm going bare." His dick jumps at his confession against me.

"You haven't used protection yet, why would you start now?" I tease him, but those eyes only darken.

He grabs his cock and shoves his groin into me. "Don't make this worse on yourself. I'm barely restraining the beast as is." He leans in and inhales. "Fuck, I can smell that sweet little pussy giving me slick already. Maybe I'll have a taste first. Or maybe I'll just strip you down right here and worship this fucking body like my goddamn temple."

I grin. "You'll have to catch me first." In a burst of energy, I dip under his arms and race down the stairs. My ears attuned to the sounds behind me, waiting to hear footfalls, but they don't come. He's teasing me again.

I don't turn. I just keep going.

"Run, little omega. I'm coming for you." I hear his voice cut through the crisp night, giving me déjà vu. I can't tell how close he is, but I know he's out here looking for me, and he's a little unhinged, thanks to my prodding.

Dear Lord, I can't believe I'm doing this with him again, but I also can't complain. It's exhilarating, and the fact that he's down for it only eggs me on. As I traverse the dark, starry night, I realize I have no idea where we are or where to go.

It's becoming pitch black, and there are no lights on, not even on the lookout, but I have a feeling that's for a reason. There's no houses around, it seems like straight up woods. Does he own this land? Oh, shit. Are we going to get in trouble for being here?

Nerves buzz and light up my body like the fourth of July. My chest is heaving, and I think it's a combination of anxiety and being turned the hell on.

Self-preservation ran out the window the second I ran down those stairs. I could question why this turns me on. Why I shouldn't be creeped the hell out. Why I shouldn't revolt against an alpha chasing me, but I can't. All I can think about is him catching up to me, lifting me into those strong, sexy arms, and ravaging the fuck out of me.

I can smell that white chocolate scent of his on the breeze as it gently blows against me. A stick cracks behind me, and I realize I've slowed down. Shoot.

"I can smell you, my little firebrand. You've left a trail of arousal that's led me right to you." I look behind me, but I can't see him. Another stick cracks, drawing my attention to another spot, but he's not there, either.

I lick my lips, anticipation crawling up my spine.

Adrenaline pumps so hard in my veins that I get lightheaded.

My feet start moving again, and I dash away from where I think his voice was the last time he spoke. Footsteps crunch against the fallen leaves as I run, and I cringe. He's definitely going to find me.

Why am I running? Truly? Like… I want him to catch me, so why am I even exerting the effort when I could simply be enjoying the pleasure he's about to dole out?

Lost in my thoughts, I don't hear him coming until it's too late. Thick arms snake around my midsection, and hot air melts into my skin as he speaks, "Got you."

I lick my lips. "And what are you going to do to me?" Excitement courses through me waiting for his response.

"Strip." His voice is gruff and deep as he releases me. I hesitate because we're in the woods. But, really, who is going to see me? "Omega." The growl he releases is dark and deadly. This time, I don't hesitate. I'm pulling my top over my head and yanking my pants down without a second reminder. "Put your shirt back on. I don't want your skin torn up."

I furrow my brows, questioning his comment, but do as he asks and put my shirt back on. "Good girl." His praise makes me purr, and I catch him smiling when he hears it. "Your purr is beautiful." He leans in and gives me a chaste kiss before locking his hands behind my knees and lifting me up.

Walking backward, I cringe when my back slams against a tree. We're both panting by this point, lust and oxytocin flooding our systems.

He nudges his knee between my legs and pins my arms above my head. Typical book boyfriend material, right? This pose forces my chest out, and he wraps his lips around my shirt covered nipple. It pebbles with the slightest touch of his lips.

Tate trails kisses down the column of my throat, throwing in nips along the way that make me squirm. Slick starts to flood down my legs. I can feel the steel of his cock grinding against me through his pants. He really needs to lose those.

I try to let my arms drop, but the hand around my wrist tightens, telling me no.

Blood pumps loudly in my ears. I'm on fire and shaky; not sure if it's from the thrill of tonight or the chill that's creeping in.

His hand dips between us, and those fingers find their destination; my clit. My eyes roll at the sensation, and a gasp slips out when he shoves a finger inside me. I'm so soaked that I can hear the suction of my pussy each time he thrusts into me. I'm super sensitive, and moans slip unbidden from my lips, encouraging him.

The high rushes on as he fucks me with his finger and swirls another around my clit. Before I know it, I'm spiraling into a fast-approaching orgasm that tears through my body, leaving me breathless and speechless.

As I calm down, pain tingles small parts of my back, and I realize my squirming left me with some bark bites from the tree.

Before I can say anything, we're spinning, and I'm falling to the ground. Tate twists around, placing himself under me and cushioning the landing so I end up straddling him.

"Where's the beast, Tate? You've been pretty calm."

"Oh, I haven't even started yet. You know when I release it." His arms cage me in as we roll again, his body braced over top of my own this time. I find myself smiling up at him. He drops onto his elbows, resting his weight against my body without crushing me.

Slipping my hands around his neck, I pull him down to me and devour his lips. This kiss is a complete three sixty from the previous one. This is hungry Tate, and he wants this. Reaching between us, I unbutton his pants, but he stops me from going any further.

When I quirk an eyebrow at him, he simply shakes his head. "No, there's something I need to do first, and if I fuck you, that won't happen." I bite my bottom lip as I nod, letting him do whatever he's thinking.

I feel the sharpness of his teeth against my skin before he bites down on my mating mark. The simple action and resulting sting sends shooting tingles down my body and has me moaning. He runs one hand through my hair while the other slides over every dip and curve of my body. How in the hell does he light me up so much when I've never felt this way before?

He rubs his groin against me, and I lift up, encouraging him to give me more, but he's still wearing pants. A growl of frustration leaves my lips, and he lifts up to smile at me. "Fuck me, please," I beg.

"We'll get there, I promise," he says, trailing a line of kisses down my collarbone, over my breasts. "But, first, I need to inspect this body with every inch of my tongue. He leans down and kisses my belly. Everything about this experience is exhilarating. I wrap my legs around his back and try to pull him in tighter to me and let my shoes dig into him.

I've got him trapped, his face exactly where I want him. My hands immediately grip his head to keep him where he is. His tongue should come with a warning label. May cause death from extreme pleasure. Will definitely cause begging.

My eyes roll back into my head as his lips wrap around my clit and suck. He alternates between sucking on my clit and licking the slick from my slit. A thick finger joins his tongue in the ministrations. I'm swollen with need from his attention. The smell of my slick is potent in the air around us. It mixes with his arousal and becomes a heady combination.

He rolls me over and lifts up my hips with his hands. "Present for me, Omega." His growl has a mild bark to it that has me obeying instantly.

Tate nudges my legs open, planting himself between them, and grasps my ass cheeks, spreading them, before he's diving in and eating out my pussy some more. He's so far in there that he may actually suffocate, so I try to pull away, but his grip tightens. "Come all over my face, Rebel. Give me all that delicious slick, and I'll give you this cock."

I lift myself higher, trying to give him better access to my core. "You're fucking soaked. All for me. My omega. Look at these puffy lips just begging for alpha cock. My dangerous omega needs to be fucked by her alpha's cock, doesn't she?"

I whimper out a yes.

The button on his pants comes undone before I hear the cutting sound of his zipper. He pushes the tip of his cock inside me, stretching me like he did before. The rhythm of his pace is killing me slowly as he pushes in and recedes slowly.

"Fuck me like you mean it, Alpha. This isn't you unleashed. You're taking it easy on me, and the last thing I want is easy. Let go."

It's almost like the atmospheric pressure changes when he flips the switch, slamming into me and bottoming out in one thrust. He knocks the air out of my chest, leaving me panting. Tate gathers my hair into a ponytail and wraps his fist around it while continuing to fuck me from behind.

We go for a few seconds like that before he's leaning over me, pushing my face into the group, which, in turn, lifts my ass even more.

He's mounted me another way now, and he's even deeper than he was before. I can feel him halfway up my gut. Those little barbells hit my go button every single time he slides out, leaving me moaning and squirming for more. Hell, it even has my toes curling. His hand slips around my throat and squeezes, which only wrings more pleasure from my needy body.

The feel of his power around my neck and the way he pumps into me has pain and pleasure mixing into a perfect cocktail.

A large mass bumps against the outside of my pussy, and there's only one thing it can be. His knot.

Tate's body heat wraps around me as he leans down. Reaching around, he rubs my clit while still fucking me. "Such a good girl for taking her alpha's cock. You were made for this cock, baby. You fucking own it, and goddamn, you're fucking wet."

His lips wrap around my mating mark, and he bites down hard, but not enough to draw blood this time. An orgasm crashes through me, and it's followed by his own.

I expect him to knot me, to tie us together like he normally does, but maybe he won't today because we aren't home. Home? When did I start to think of his house as home?

Maybe it's because, minute by minute, Tate is starting to feel like home, and I'm starting to believe that a home can be a person instead of just a residential home where you rest your head at night.

He grins down at me and starts trailing kisses down my body for the second time tonight. "Tate, no." I grab ahold of his hair to stop him. Is he really going to taste himself on me?

I open my mouth to protest but quickly fall silent as he latches onto my clit. He eats it like a man starved in prison. Like I'm the last snack he'll have in this lifetime. My clit is so sensitive that I squirm trying to get away from him, but his firm grip on my hips keeps me in place.

The slick sounds of him downing every drop of our release has me orgasming again. "That's right. Give me more," he growls into my pussy. The vibration of his words sends tingles up my spine.

He licks up our release and leaves it sitting on his tongue. Smiling, he leans over me and lifts his fingers to my lips, opening my mouth before spitting into it. The flavor is salty, sweet, and tangy. I moan at the taste of our combined releases. Spit play, can't say I've ever done it before, but it's definitely now on my top ten list of hottest things ever.