40. Forty - Drake

Her perfume makes me fucking dizzy and filled with the need to be inside her. We continue to kiss with an urgent fervor as I allow my hands to roam her body. It's very different from when she was just a scraggly teenager. Now, she's all women with shapely curves, sexy hips, and full breasts. All of the above I cannot wait to see.

I've never seen an omega in heat before, only heard the stories. Knowing that it's Rebel only revs my engines up more. My cock is painfully fucking hard, my knot throbbing to be inside her. I've never knotted someone before. I've only ever thought about doing it with Rebel, and the first time it happens, she'll be so lost to her heat that she probably won't even remember, but I will.

Rebel is in full blown heat, and, Lord, help me, I'm here for it. She continues grinding against me, and if she keeps this up, I'm going to come pathetically fast. I groan at how hot her core is. Tiny hands slip between us, and she works on my belt, already having rid me of my shirt. The sound of my zipper is so loud it's like a gun going off.

Her hands reach up, pushing against me, and I allow her to push me onto my back. Tiny hands run their way up my thighs and dip into my pants. A shiver tears through me at the mere touch. Air gets lodged in my throat as I suck in a harsh breath as she wraps a soft hand around my girth.

I knew foregoing boxers today would turn into a good idea. She pulls my cock from my pants and leans in to swipe her tongue up the bottom and around the tip where I'm already leaking pre-cum. Then she's swallowing my cock fully, letting the tip hit the back of her throat and gagging on it.

Her eyes water, and I reach up to wipe away the tears. She lets up lightly to catch her breath before going back down again. Her slow movements pick up pace, and before I know it, she's bobbing in a steady rhythm up and down my cock, caressing my length with her tongue as she goes.

"Holy fuck, Rebel. God, those lips feel so fucking good wrapped around me." She looks up at me, tears leaking from her eyes, spit pooling in the corners of her lips, and it's quite possibly the hottest thing I've ever seen. She moans around me, and I swear to God, I'm going to lose it, but before I can enjoy it any longer, she's pulling that perfect mouth off of me.

"Need you, Alpha." It comes out as a whine, and my alpha will not stand for it. Before I have the chance to respond, she's climbing onto me, straddling my lap, and grinding down on my bare cock. The feeling is exquisite torture.

She shifts, pressing her gloriously naked breasts against my chest. Her nipples are hard and incredibly sensitive as I reach up to squeeze one.

Slick drips off her onto my cock and balls. She leans in and lightly presses her lips to mine, and I demand more, growling into the kiss, and my fingers thread into her hair, getting a good grip. I tug a little, testing her patience, and she moans, her hips moving faster against me.

Sharp nails trail down my chest, leaving behind a sting and a painting of claw marks. She's marked me. Fuck, I love it. I grunt, astonished that what I read about omega's in heat seems to be accurate so far. I'm going to look like a wild animal attacked me, and I couldn't care less.

Now, we're both naked as I shrug my pants the whole way off and kick them to the floor. She licks at my neck, and I wish to all things holy that she'd just bite down. If she marks me, then Tate can't be pissed at me. I kept my word, right? It's what my alpha brain is trying to justify at this point because there's no way I won't end up marking her.

She whimpers, grabbing at my length between us and lining her soaked pussy up with my heavy cock. She lifts herself up and then drops down onto my cock in one go. I suck in a sharp breath at the feel of her tight cunt. Holy. Shit. She feels amazing.

"Alpha, fuck me. Knot me," she demands with a cry.

"Holy shit, Rebel." I groan as her tight little pussy clamps down on my cock, squeezing the life out of it.

"Fuck me, Alpha. Fuck me. Mmhmmm…. Tate." I freeze at her use of my best friend's name. She's so lost to it that she thinks I'm Tate? Well, fuck. She continues to grind against me, but I growl at her.

"Tell me who is fucking you, Omega. Who is fucking this sweet, slick little pussy into oblivion? Say my name, Omega."

Her eyes pop open and travel over my face. They widen briefly before she whispers my name, almost in reverence, "Drake."

"Yes, it's me. Say my name again, Omega. Cream my cock and say my name," I demand.

Gripping her hips, I lift up and slam into her as I pull her down hard, trying to split her in two. A snarl pierces the air around us as I slam her back down and up again on my cock for a second time.

"Yes, fuck me, Drake. Please," She begs and pleads. "Need more. Need harder. Fuck me deeper, Alpha. Give me your cum."

I want to fucking consume her. I want her to forget all about Tate and bite me. Fuck me. Ride me. If this is all I ever get from her, then I'm going to take it all.

Reaching down, I push her legs open and her knees towards her chest, getting a deeper angle in which to fuck her. "Yes," she moans. "Fuck me harder with your fat alpha cock, I need it. Give me your cum. Split me open with your knot so good I can't remember how to walk afterward."

My eyebrows raise, shocked at the dirty mouth my little omega has. I can't hold back any longer. Flipping her so her back hits the bed, I fuck her savagely, like if I don't, she'll disappear in a cloud of dust.

She moans with each thrust. Her back arches off the bed. There isn't much space between us because she's basically trapped under me.

I pound into her, grunting and snarling with each thrust. I feel so fucking alive, but I have a feeling if I keep this up for days on end, she will drain the very life out of me.

The feel of her body pressed against mine. Between her pussy clamping down on my cock and trying to squeeze my knot, I can't hold off any longer.

"Gonna knot you now," I grunt out the words. "Need to fill you up with my cum, lock you down, and never let you go. Breed you until you have my babies."

A deep, rumbling growl leaves my lips. Testosterone courses through my body as pheromones are pumped out into the room. She is everything. This feeling is incomparable, unmatched to anything I've experienced in life so far. She has my soul. Has owned it for years. I'll never be the same again. This is indescribable. A brief moment of absolute perfection.

"Please, Drake," she begs, but she doesn't have to. I'm more than prepared to give her whatever the hell she wants.

"Take it," I tell her, pushing my thick knot into her tight body. It pops in behind her hip bone, and I almost black out from sheer pleasure alone. She comes again, acting like a vice grip around my cock, and I detonate. A guttural roar slips free as I come harder than I've ever come in my lifetime.

My cock jerks violently inside her, painting her walls with my cum and marking her as mine. At least for the time being. She locks up around me, and her nails dig into my back, holding on as if I'll pull out at any moment.

Don't worry, Omega, I couldn't leave if I wanted to . Which I don't fucking want to do at all. Hell, I may hole up and live here for the rest of my life. I'll sleep with my cock permanently locked inside her every night for the rest of her life if she wants me to.

Holy shit. She comes again on my cock, and I can't stop coming either. I'm sure she's stuffed full by this point, and it's not going anywhere.

Her smile has lost the lusty look and has gone shy. "Hey, Drake."

"Sweetness." I grin down at her, my knot still firmly locked in place. Not a day goes by where I don't want this sweet omega. Having her now means I'll never go back. There is no life after Rebel. I'm destined for loneliness if she doesn't mark me during this heat because I'll never get over this moment.

The sleepy smile. The messy hair. The gentle caress of her hand against my face. The scent of her arousal. The pleasure of her approval. The feel of my knot inside the omega I love.

"Thank you, Drake. I know you didn't have to, but thanks." For a moment, she seems completely lucid, and I know she's being sincere. "Thank you for filling me with your cum and knotting me. Fuck, I love knots. Especially yours."

She's knot drunk. I flip onto my back, so she's now on top and can lay against me. The lazy smile on her face tells me all I need to know. She sighs, resting her head against my chest, breathing in my scent. "So sleepy." A few seconds later, her breathing shallows and small snores come out. I pull her down against my chest and wrap my arms around her. Feeling the most content I've felt in a long time.

"Drake." Her whimper wakes me from my shallow sleep. At some point, my knot must have deflated and slipped out of her while we slept.

"Need more already, Omega?" I lean down and kiss her, but she deepens it.

"Please." Her perfume fills the nest, and my cock hardens instantly. "Alpha," she whines again, reaching for me with pleading eyes.

I can't say no to her. Never.

There's nothing I've loved more than the time I've been inside her, so why would I ever deny both of us that pleasure?

I'm still on my back. I shift to move, but she pushes me back and straddles my lap, shifting until my cock meets her pussy. She grabs it again, lines up my tip with her entrance, and sinks down onto me. Her nipples pebble, and she whimpers with each inch she takes in.

I gasp as the tight squeeze of her cunt on my cock. She gasps and moans with me as she starts to pump herself up and down on my length. "How does it feel having this fat alpha cock deep inside this sweet little pussy, Rebel?"

She doesn't answer me, too lost in the feeling.

Her breasts bounce as she thrusts herself on and off me. They're utter perfection. Just the right size with areolas that are dusty pink and so sexy. Lifting up, I wrap an arm around her waist and move us back towards the headrest.

Leaning forward, I suck a nipple into my mouth and glide my tongue around it, nipping lightly every once in a while.

"Knot," she demands of me. It hasn't been long, but I won't deny her or myself any longer. "I need your knot, now."

Demanding Rebel Davis may be the sexiest thing that's ever graced my ears. I catalog it and her moans to memory to use at a later time when I'm feeling especially lonely. A snarl rips from my mouth before I thrust my knot deep inside her. She screams. The sweet cries of her orgasm overtaking her the instant her body locks down on my cock, holding on for dear life.

She grasps at me, whimpering and whining. "What do you need, sweetness?"

"Bite."

I backpedal, shocked at her request. "Rebel, you're not in the right mind for this conversation."

She growls at me, a scowl forming on her face as she repeats her demand for a second time. "Bite." Not waiting another second for my response, she leans in and bites through skin. The sharp sting of her teeth is painful yet pleasurable as she clamps down on my shoulder.

My omega just marked me. She marked me, and now there's no going back. My alpha takes over, biting into the flesh between her shoulder and neck. The metallic taste of her blood hits my tongue and brings me back to the present. No longer lost to the rut, I realize what I've done.

I've marked my best friend's omega. The one thing he told me not to do. The one thing I planned to do anyhow if she asked. Now I guess we find out what the consequences will be. A few more days of this heat, and then Tate will be home, and we'll have to figure out where to go from here.

A part of me feels guilty, but the bigger part is fucking elated that the omega I've been in love with for years finally marked me as her mate. I'm officially Rebel Davis' mate. Well, one of them. What the fuck have I done?

Before I can say anything to her about it as my mind runs off the track, I hear soft breaths and notice that she's fallen asleep again.

I do the same…. A few hours, and she's going to need me.

My mate is going to need me. Fucking hell…

Rebel.

Fucking.

Davis.

Is.

Mine.

The revelation hits like a sack of bricks. My heart beats fervently. She's mine. Forever.

"Love you, Drake." Her words are spoken so softly that I almost miss them.

"Say it again." I beg of her, but all I'm greeted with is small snores. Am I just imagining things? Hell.

TO BE CONTINUED…