39. Thirty Nine - Rebel

thirty nine - rebel

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I'm so fucking hot. It's been a few hours since Tate left with the team, and I can't stop pacing. I've checked the AC more times than I'd like to think about. Why am I so hot right now? I decided a shower was the fastest way to cool down, but not even that is touching the rising inferno currently spreading under my skin.

I whine at the unfairness. Sometimes I wonder why I had to be an omega. This shit is awful. The burning up. The pains wicked enough to double you over in pain. My brain filters to one thing and one thing only, needing my alpha; his knot, his cock.

But my alpha isn't here right now. "Ughhh…" I've rinsed out my hair and washed down my body. Another surge of slick drips down my legs as the urge to fondle my tender breasts overtakes me. I'm going into heat. That's exactly what's happening. My brain is focused on knots-and-orgasms mode, food and anything else is an afterthought. But my alpha just left town for a couple days.

I squeeze my legs together and moan at the mere thought of his cock and knot plugging me up. More slick comes gushing out. I need my mate. But I really need to come. Something about the neighbor coming to check on me slips its way into my mind, but I can't focus. It's like there's something specific I should remember about that conversation, but my brain is too foggy to put the pieces together.

Sliding my hand down over my belly, I brush fingertips over my clit, and a whole body shiver overtakes me. My knees wobble, telling me that I won't be able to stand very long while touching myself. My eyes catch on the bench in the corner of the shower, and I take a seat. Pulling my legs up onto the bench and opening them, I allow room for my hand. My fingers dip into my wet core while the other continues to fondle my nipple.

Ecstasy. That's all I can say it is. But, God, do I wish it was someone else touching me. My mind filters to Drake, but then I immediately feel guilty. I shouldn't be thinking about another alpha while finger-fucking myself, but I can't seem to help it.

By the time I step out of the shower, I'm shivering, but the inferno still rages beneath my skin. It's definitely my heat. I pull a towel off the rack and wrap it around myself, but it feels all wrong. The normally soft fabric feels scratchy and grating against my heated skin. I hate it.

"Damn it." I can't take the feeling anymore. No one is home, so there shouldn't be any issue with me just walking around naked. And that's exactly what I do. Making my way into the walk-in closet, I find the box I hid when I moved in. Pulling it out and opening it, I groan at the mere sight of all the alpha cocks and knots inside. It isn't the real thing, but it'll have to do. I'm too far gone for a heat club at this point.

My eyes catch on the alpha in the window across the way. He can't see me or hasn't spotted me yet, but the urge to get his attention scratches at my core. The omega in me is telling me he could stop the ache and fill the need.

He's tall and built, but not muscle-man style, more lanky.

He turns slightly, and my eyes catch on the portrait of Rocky. Wait, when did Drake move in next door? Did I know this? I should've, right? I try to think back, but my brain is so foggy nothing comes through the haze. I need him. Now. I don't care that he's not my alpha. He's an alpha that I'm definitely attracted to, and even though I haven't seen his cock or knot, I'm sure they'd do just fine.

Maybe I should call Drake. But I don't know his number, and I don't want to worry Tate while he's preparing for the game. I'll just suffer in silence. My eyes find my box of toys again, and I walk toward it, needing to get myself off. Maybe if I can do that I can get some sleep. At least for a little while, but a knock at the front door interrupts that thought.

I look across to the house next door, expecting to still see Drake in the window, but it's now just an empty room. My heart sinks at the loss of possibility.

Making my way to the front door, I open it to find Drake standing on my front porch. His eyes widen, and his cock immediately hardens beneath his pants when he sees me. I shouldn't be hyperfocusing on his cock, but damn it, I can't help myself.

Licking my lips, he lets out a low growl, and I notice his pupils are blown. He inhales my potent scent and closes his eyes, whether to savor it or pretend it doesn't exist, I'm not sure.

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his wrist, silently begging him to fix it. There's a look of concern on his face, and he's saying something, but I can't focus on the words enough to figure out what it is he's trying to tell me.

He dips, placing an arm under my legs and against my lower back, and then I'm being lifted into his arms and walked into the house. He kicks the door closed behind us and makes his way into the living room. Then he's on his phone. It has to be Tate. I can hear my alpha's voice, and he sounds stressed. My omega wants to immediately comfort him, but I can't even help myself at this point.

I hear certain phrases like help her through her heat, but that can't be right. I know Tate. He wouldn't let another alpha knot me, would he?

Another pain rips through my body and has me doubling over with a moan. "Please, Drake, please," I manage to whisper, and he comes over, trying to soothe me by putting my face against his neck.

I inhale his scent and curl into it, needing more. He smells so good. "Shhh… it's okay, Rebel, I've got you," he promises, his voice like a soft caress to my soul.

Slick drips down my pussy and onto him as he carries me. Now, all I can think about is this alpha and his cock. I want to ride him, taste him. I need his cum all over me, in me, down my throat.

My mind is screaming at me. I should be thinking about Tate, but I'm not. I'm thinking about the alpha currently holding me like I'm the most precious omega in the world. Mine. Alpha. Cock. Cum . It's almost like a chant at this point.

He says something about my nest, but it doesn't register. He seems to find his way to it anyhow, though.

I should probably feel weird or ashamed, acting like I have been since Drake showed up at my door earlier, but all I can freaking think about is him knotting me to my heart's content. That, of course, brings on more slick, which in turn has him growling.

The way he's looking at me right now. I wish he'd looked at me this way back then. I would've given myself up to him in a heartbeat. I'm still slightly mad at the pair of them for hiding this from me, but at the same time my heat is telling me I really don't give a fuck so long as someone is knotting me.

He's looking at me like I'm the most important thing in the world, and I can't help the butterflies that flutter in my stomach over it. I shouldn't be thinking like this. I have an alpha. Drake isn't mine, even though I wish with every fiber of my being that he was.

Another sharp pain has me doubling over, my arms circling myself as if that will stop the pain from radiating throughout my body. I need a knot. Need his cum.

"Need you, Drake."

His pupils are blown as he looks down at me. He stalks towards me, and I scoot away on the bed. He crawls on top of the bed and settles between my legs. His pants are still on, so there's a barrier between us, and I hate it.

"I can smell how wet you are, Omega." His voice rumbles while his eyes track down my body. He moves down so that his face is hovering over my pussy. "Fuck, you smell like the sweetest thing. I want to gobble you down."

A growl slips past my lips. My face is planted in what I'm sure is a firm pout when I look at him and say. "You better make me come or I'm going to lose my fucking mind. I need you."

Pulling himself up my body, he takes my lips in a punishing kiss, swallowing a soft whimper as his lips caress mine. With two hands, I grab hold of his hair, pulling as I suck his tongue into my mouth.

He moves until his body is covering mine, and he drops some of his weight onto me. I wrap my legs around his waist like a spider monkey, thrusting my hips so that his pants-covered cock slides back and forth, providing me with friction to grind myself against.

His eyes roll back as my perfume permeates the air around us.