25. Twenty Five - Tate

twenty five - tate

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She drags me down until our lips are touching. This kiss is not half as aggressive as the one we shared previously was. I slow down to savor the taste of us on her tongue. I'm kind of surprised she went for spit play, but she's perfect for me, so why wouldn't she?

Rebel Davis was born to be mine.

I glance down at her body, noticing the marks I left behind. A part of me feels guilty for being too rough on her, but the other half loves seeing my marks painting her creamy, porcelain skin.

"Holy fuck, Tate…" Rebel says breathlessly, and it pulls a grin from my lips.

Lifting off her, I offer a hand to help her up, and she takes it.

Her breathing starts to smooth out as she stands. Silence surrounds us as I pick her up and carry her towards my car.

"Tate Geekies, I am perfectly capable of walking myself to the car."

"Just let me carry you, okay?" My jaw clenches. I have the urge to care for her like a dom would care for a sub, but she's not a sub, and I'm not exactly a dom. There are certain things I like and other things I don't like.

I crave control, but I also like when my little dangerous little temptress takes it from me. She's got a fire that burns bright. Despite the fact that her family was shit. Despite the fact that Brad was an asshole. Despite the fact that living in the foster home was clearly a bad situation. She's still so fucking strong, even though some people in her life have obviously failed her greatly.

She's silent, letting me take care of her by walking her back to the car. It takes a couple minutes but gives me enough time to hold her, to breathe in her intoxicating scent that has my alpha purring like a damn kitten.

I refuse to drop her to her feet once I get to the car, so I shift her in my arms and open the car door, depositing her inside.

"Tate!" she hisses, "I don't have panties on. I'll get your seat all wet."

I grin at her. "Flood my seat, baby. Make every inch of this damn car smell like you so everyone knows exactly who I belong to."

Her cheeks tint the cutest pink color, and I love seeing it on her. In some ways, she's so innocent, but in others, it's like she's a goddess sent from the sky to tempt me to my death like a siren at sea. Leaning in, I steal her lips in a quick kiss. "Stay here, I'll go grab our clothes."

"Okay," she whispers it softly as I turn on my heel and head back towards where we left them strung out.

It takes me maybe five minutes tops before I get back to the car. Our strewn clothes are now laying over my arm.

My eyes find hers as I lower myself into the driver seat. "Where to now?" I ask quietly, still processing what just happened. I've read all there is to read about primal and acting like a dom, which means I need to take care of her. I need to have her in my space, at home with me. I go to open my mouth, but she surprises me by speaking first.

"Home." My heart beats against my chest like a boombox. Does she mean… "Our home, Tate. I want to see where I'm going to be having my heat in a week or so. Unless, of course, you'd rather I go to the.."

"Fuck no." The words come out sharper than I intended, but over my dead fucking body will she have her heat anywhere else.

"Okay, then." A shy smile lights up her face, and it has my cock twitching in the pants I slipped on before getting back to the car.

She seems almost relaxed right now. It's a rarity, and I won't take it for granted. Reaching my hand across the seat, I leave it laying on her bare thigh. She's put her panties back on since I gave them to her, but there's still an expanse of gorgeous skin on display.

Picking up her phone, she chews on her bottom lip. "I gotta text Nova so she doesn't worry."

I nod, knowing it's hard for her to leave Nova alone, especially when we both know something is clearly going on between her and Gunnar. Dude has some issues to work through and needs to pull his head out of his ass.

Rebel's phone dings with, I'm assuming, a response from Nova. Her face lights up with a smile. "She'll be okay," I remind her, and she agrees softly. I love seeing how fiercely my omega cares for the people in her life. I'm secretly hoping that one day she cares that much about me, and our children, even though I haven't exactly made things easy for her in the short time we've known each other.

The scent of sweet apple pie floods my scenes, and I want to bathe in it; to drown in it. I fight the urge to reach out and pull her against me as she gently takes her time looking around my house. The first time she was here, she didn't give me time to extend a tour offering. Tonight, she's willingly in my space, asking to see the place where we'll share her next heat.

I've never tended an omega during their heat, so I'm not exactly sure what to expect, but I can tell you exactly what my cock is thinking as it stands proudly at attention, trying to be a battering ram against the inside of my zipper. The thought of having her like that has my cock harder than steel. I wonder if I'll have zipper imprints where it is literally trying to shove its way past. The pain creeps in, making me uncomfortable now, but once I get inside her, I know the pain will one hundred percent be worth it.

Fabric barely conceals the curvy hips that entrance me, swaying side to side as she walks around my house, looking in each room. Long legs stretch for miles, and those thighs… the thought of having them wrapped around me makes me painfully hard, leaving little room in my pants to expand.

I know what she looks like beneath those clothes, and I can't fucking wait to worship her like a goddess again, even though its been less than an hour since the last time I was inside her.

The effect of her on my body is full force, another painful surge of blood flowing below my belt. As if my cock isn't suffocating enough already.

An overwhelming urge to corner her, throw her down on the bed, fuck and claim her wears on me. My fangs elongate slightly as if, somehow, my body is demanding its penance. "Want to see the nest?"

Her eyes find mine and widen in shock briefly before narrowing. "I thought you said you haven't had an omega here before?"

I smile at her jealousy, liking the way it makes me feel, like she is possessive of me almost as much as I am of her. If she only knew how truly a psycho I am for her. "You asked me to tend to you during your heat. Did you think I would expect you to go through that without a nest?"

"But I hadn't actually asked you to until tonight."

I grin at her. "I know."

She doesn't respond, but I can tell the words dangle off the edge of her tongue, waiting to be released into the world. Giving a rough jerk of my head towards the door at the end of the hall, I silently direct her. Touching her right now isn't an option. No, if I get another taste or touch of that soft skin against me, I'm not going to be able to finish the damn tour.

Thinking about her heat has me fucking salivating. I've thought about the way those fake nails of hers would scratch against my skin, leaving marks that would remind me every time I flexed that my little omega was a hellcat in bed, but only for me. Only ever for me. If she thinks she's going anywhere after this heat, she's fucked in the head. She's mine now.

"Again, I was just waiting for you to ask."

She nods and licks her lips.

I groan and try to shake the image of it from my mind. I'm clearly losing it. I need to be patient or I'll have her bent over the kitchen counter as she screams my name right before I lock myself inside that tight little pussy. The smell of her slick has my eyes rolling. Fuck, I won't last long.

The door pushes open as she turns the handle. A dimmed, single light shines from the corner of the room to our left, leaving the rest of it cloaked in darkness. I'd taken the time to have a nest built from the floor up; giving her all the amenities she could want; pillows, blankets, my old clothes.

My eyes take a spin around the room, wondering what Rebel's thinking; looking at it objectively as an alpha trying to provide for his omega. Does she like it or is it overkill? A dropped mattress sits in the middle of the room, surrounded on all sides by paneling, making it feel small and compact, something the internet said an omega would crave during her heat. The top of the mattress is covered in a light canopy colored the same as the ruby blankets and pillows I'd scattered at the end of the mattress closest to us. Shades of her birthday gemstone.

Behind us across the hall is the bathroom. I haven't had time to completely reconstruct my home so she will be comfortable. There's always next time. And there is absolutely no way there won't be a next time. If I had my way, I'd tie this omega to my bed until she loved me.

Her nose twitches, eyebrows furrowing in slight disapproval. My skin itches at the thought of her not liking something I've done. "What, what is it?" Her nostrils flare. Is she testing it for the scent of another omega? I knew it would take a while for her to trust me, but that doesn't mean it doesn't raise my hackles.

Dark hazel eyes blink back at me, with what looks like wetness pooling in the corners. "Do you not like it?"

"No," she says with a sniff, "it's perfect." Had that asshole beta never made her a proper nest to have her heats in? "Thank you, Tate, truly. This means a lot to me that you're willing to see me through this."

"I'm not a martyr, sweetheart. Believe me, I've been thinking about this for weeks. It won't be any hardship to fuck you until your legs won't work or make love to that sweet pussy with my mouth until your slick runs dry." My voice is low, and a growl threatens to sneak out.

"Your house is really nice," she whispers, holding her arms around her midsection. Her words of approval have pleasure flooding through my veins. It's one thing to think I own a nice house, but to have the omega I've been obsessing over saying it out loud does something unholy to my insides.

Fuck, why are these feelings so potent? Normally, I know I'm the best, and other people's thoughts and opinions don't weigh two shits on my life, but her feelings do. Everything about her matters.

Clearing my throat, I glance away from her, hoping that she doesn't see the vulnerability hanging in my gaze. I've never been this type of alpha; one who cares this much. I was sure I had some things to learn.

Rebel moves farther into the room and is now running her hand through the soft fabrics I've gotten for her.

I didn't make the nest up. I want her to do that on her own. I want her to make that damn nest with us in mind. I want her to think about how well I'd fuck, breed, and knot her until the very end.

Rebel is everything; my dream omega. I should've walked away so many times. She doesn't deserve to deal with someone like me, especially if she knew the things I've done, but I just can't do it. I can't force myself to let her go. I'm a sick bastard like that, and I won't apologize.

Her scent is driving me crazy, and as much hell as it is pulling away, I need to before I take her again. I want to prove to her that we belong together, and it's not only because I want to fuck her twenty-four seven, which is pretty much the case.

As I finally force myself to back away, my hand falls to the erection I'm prominently sporting. I swear, I almost lose control again when her eyes follow the movement and that sexy little pink tongue dips out again to tempt me.

A yawn tugs at her lips, exposing that sexy pink tongue. "Sleepy, little firebrand?"

"Yeah, a certain alpha wore me out tonight. But I kind of liked it."

"Good because it won't be the last time."