8. Eight - Tate

eight - tate

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"Yo, you stalking mystery girl again?" I glare up at the person asking the offending question from where I sit. He's caught me obsessing once or twice. Especially when we're on road trips for games. I hate that I can't have her with me constantly, but I will… eventually.

Drake clears his throat, grabbing my attention. It's been nice having a backup goalie that wasn't a one hundred percent dick. Riggens was the worst type of goalie; cocky with a horrible goal save percentage; the worst one in the whole damn league. I told Coach it was me or him, and he made the right choice.

"What's her name?" he asks, nodding to my phone.

"None of your business." My voice comes out at a low growl. Shit, this should not affect me this much.

His eyes widen briefly as he backs away with a chuckle, hands up in a non-defensive manner. "All right, lover boy… Does she know you have cameras on her? ‘Cause if not, she will not be happy to find out. Feels like you're playing with fire, my friend." The corners of my lips tip up, and that's all the confirmation he needs to know she has no fucking clue, and it's going to stay that way. He clasps his hands together before pointing over his shoulder. "So, anyhow… people are starting to show up. The trifecta of drugs, alcohol, and music has risen from the dead. Everyone's all riled up."

I'm hosting a party - well, letting people use my house, since we're on leave until after the All Stars. I will never understand what the big deal is with that competition anyhow. If you ask me, it's a big load of fanfare for nothing. I get that the fans are the ones who pay our paychecks because they're paying to see us play, but still. Give me hockey, I live it and breathe it. But practice shots, slap shot competitions, and who can skate the fastest isn't my thing. Not like I'd be fast in my goalie gear anyhow.

All the bedroom doors upstairs are closed and locked. I don't need some fuckwit and his chick banging on my furniture, leaving behind cum stains you could definitely see under a blue light. Maybe even without one. Hell fucking no .

Although… I tap my chin with my finger.

It may be fun to fuck someone up and get a little bloody, especially if my girl is here to watch.

A sigh wheezes through Drake's lips, reminding me he's still here. He holds his paw of a hand out to me, a joint extended from his long fucking fingers, a grin on his damn face. Shit, has he always had weird ass fingers or am I just now noticing it? Shaking that notion away because it's doesn't fucking matter, I willingly accept it and take a hit. The smoke fills my lungs as I hold it in for a few seconds before breathing out. Good weed, finally. Finally, it isn't skunky. Hell, they even have some weird ass flavors these days that mask the smell and taste of our favorite cannabinoid strands.

Since hockey is on break for the next week and a half, I decide that one joint won't kill me. I need it to relax, or that's what I tell myself. I'm obsessing over Rebel and have zero chill. Longing after her is like trying to have a solid landing after jumping from a plane when you've never done it before. It's been a few weeks since I saw her last. A few weeks too fucking long .

I talked Gunnar into inviting Nova and my girl tonight. Never noticed before, but Nova is actually part of the ice crew. Shit, wonder if she could get Rebel a job? If my girl was in sight all day long, then maybe I wouldn't feel like I'm going to crawl out of my own skin so much.

We won't talk about the fact that we're sworn off the ice crew, and the same goes for them. Interpersonal relationships are a no go. I get it, but they sure as hell wouldn't be able to keep me away from my omega. Not if she was officially claimed with my mark on her damn body.

I've never felt this way before about an omega, not like I've been with a ton of them. It's weird. I almost can't believe the change in Gunnar since she joined the crew. With the way he stares at Nova, there's definitely a flicker of interest.

A frown crosses his face. "Why ya want me to ask them?"

A shrug of my shoulders is my simple reply. He doesn't need to know.

"Yea, sure, man."

So, I'm hoping they show up tonight because I need to fucking see her again. The need to scratch the itch below my skin awakens like a monster from the deep. This desperation for her has no merit. I've only met her once. But I've spent time with her, even if she was sleeping at the time.

My eyes find my phone again, and I watch as she closes one eye to put makeup on, and then the other in the mirror. Her lips are a glossy cherry red color, and the urge to bite them hits, pumping my cock with desire.

We won't talk about my ability to sneak in and out of Nova's house at night to watch her sleep. I've traced the perfect spot between Rebel's neck and shoulder to claim as my own. My bite mark needs to be branded onto her so every other alpha knows she's fucking mine. My teeth divots need to sink into that delicate skin so deep that you couldn't cut it out without killing her. I wonder what she thought when she woke up the next morning?

Did she like the taste of my cum on her lips? Did she think she had a random hookup or did some part of her body realize it was my cum? These questions have been plaguing me constantly.

The door creaks open behind Drake, stealing our attention, and Leon sticks his head in. "Hey, losers. They wanted me to round everyone up for a game."

Leon was the top rookie on the leaderboard last year. He's got the potential to be great in this league, and based on what I've seen lately, he'll be a starter in no time. I'm actually shocked he didn't get invited to the All Stars this year.

Given all of this, you'd think he'd be cocky, but he's a really down to Earth guy. A genuinely nice guy is probably an appropriate description. Maybe it's because he's a beta. The first beta that coach allowed to join an alpha franchise. He must see something we don't.

We don't normally spend much time together, Leon and I.

The last thing I would describe myself as is nice…

Why is he here tonight? He doesn't normally participate in our shenanigans. Normally, only alphas and omegas come to these events. It's a tradition, and this year, someone must have invited him without explaining all the details. He's wide-eyed and wondrous as he looks around my room; taking in every nook and cranny.

My eyebrows raise at him. "Oh, fuck off," comes out of my mouth at the same time that Drake asks what type of game. We both grin at him as green eyes turn our way, catching him off guard.. Oh, welcome to the shenanigans, friend.

It's the least mature yet sexiest thing we do during the year. Why the fuck not participate? Well, that was my intention until I met Rebel. If she doesn't show tonight, I won't be participating. My cock doesn't get hard for anyone else now that I know what she smells like; what she tastes like. The sweet tanginess of her lips on my lips is not something I can soon forget. My way of going about it was probably wrong, but I'm not in the mind to give a fuck.

Swear to God, my cock twitches just thinking about her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, dress risen, baring a slightly soft stomach, huge tits, and the perfectly bare expanse of her pussy. I don't blame my cock for being hard as steel every time I think about my omega. Sometimes, I swear, I smell her scent on me, taste it, but it's impossible.

Leon shifts uncomfortably. "So… you all coming or what?"

"Yeah, yeah," I say, standing and handing the mostly untouched joint in my hand back to Drake. Leon catches us, eyes glued to the joint. Drake smirks at him. "Ever tried Mary Jane before?"

He shakes his head negatively. "No…"

"Want to?" Great, bring the little lost sheep to the devil on a pitch black night. Drake has a dark side, even though he grins and smiles, making people laugh all day long. I haven't figured out what flips the switch those days when he folds into himself. What goes through his mind? Better yet, what the fuck did he go through to act this way?

He stutters. "I- I… don't normally. I've heard the stories of what can happen… Is it… worth it?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Come take a hit, man." Leon smiles nervously but enters the room, wearing his normal buttoned up t-shirt and cargo shorts, and grabs for it. Fucking peer pressure for the win, simp. At least he's not a bitch like some of our other rookies. "Go easy the first time," Drake warns.

Like every newbie to weed, he does not, in fact, take it easy the first time. A few seconds later, he's bent over coughing, pounding his chest to try and help with the pressure and the burn. A chuckle seeps in between each exhale. The musty aroma of bud hits my nostrils, and my lungs capture the high that'll come later. As a professional athlete, I really shouldn't do it, but I justify myself when it's only a couple times a year.

Leon is still hacking up a lung because he held it in too long. "Fuck, my nose is burning." He's rubbing his nose like somehow it'll help with the prickling pain. I remember the feeling all too well. Mine's just been burned enough that I can't feel it anymore.

Drake leans over, giving him a firm smack on the back. "You'll be fine. Here, drink this," he says, handing him a bottle of water. Where it came from, I'm not sure, and I honestly don't know if I would drink it if it were me.

The guys pull some weird ass shit around each other these days.

The redness on his face fades as each minute ticks past us.

Slowly, we make our way to the basement, taking the stairs into a crescendoing darkness. The volume of the music increases, and the bass beats louder, thumping everything around it, and vibrating my chest.

Everyone huddles around my poker table in the middle, where Gunnar stands, a devious smile spreading his mouth. Anger burns over his clear disregard for putting his filthy ass feet on my furniture. Looks like I'll be locking this room, too, or sure as fuck covering shit up.

I wonder what he has planned for us this time. The basement is dark with only strobe lights illuminating the corners. My eyes take inventory of the people surrounding me. The perfumes of omegas and lingering pheromones of the alphas tingles my nose. It's almost too much to bear. It's like finding the most unlikely scents and stuffing them all into a room together. The omegas are all small for the most part, like they should be. Some have blonde hair, some have dark hair, and a few have fire engine red hair.

My heart drops and irritation builds. Rebel isn't here yet.

Fuck, she was supposed to come tonight.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I open up the app, but the room is empty. There's no Rebel in front of the mirror putting on clothes or makeup. The lights are actually off. I wish I could pan to the other side of the room but not without my laptop.

A short breath leaves my mouth on a sigh as I close out of the app and shove the phone back into my pocket. I frown as the sweat of my beer bottle dribbles down my hand. The only one I want to perform my fantasies on is Rebel. She doesn't know it yet, but if she doesn't show tonight, she'll earn her first punishment. She was invited, yes, but it wasn't an option, and clearly, Gunnar didn't share that information.

Gunnar grins at everyone as he rubs his hands together. "Welcome to our annual get together. Tonight's theme is Fantasy Night. You will be paired up with someone. Remember, we are adults. You can use safe words and go over boundaries first, but then… let your imagination run wild. Your deepest, darkest desires. Let them play out tonight. Let the devil into your soul. Play with fire. Just don't do anything illegal or that I wouldn't do." There's a mass chuckle that goes up around the room. Dude is always doing crazy shit.

As I turn to leave, a head of flaxen blonde hair steals my complete attention. The noise and sounds around me fade out into the shadows of my mind, and the corners of my lips turn into a devilish smile.

She came.

Long blonde hair with the same darkened color at the bottom.

Full, kissable, pouty lips.

Sexy curves.

Tattoos cover her right hand and arm, trailing up beneath the shirt she's wearing and disappearing, begging for my eyes to follow the path.

Fantastic tits and her ass in those leggings…. Those hips….

Ugh , I bite my lip to stifle the moan wanting to escape just thinking about putting my hands all over her again.

Several other alphas greet her on the way in, and she uncomfortably skates around them with a polite fuck off smile. That's my girl. She understands the fucking assignment clearly, even though she has no idea what it is. The possessive alpha in me loves it but also hates it. No one else should get the pleasure of seeing my girl.

Couples start to pair off, the heat level going from zero to sixty in two point five seconds. Hell, there's a couple fucking on my pool table in the corner. I make a mental note to have the cleaners add it to their list. There's another couple just to their right. The skinny brunette omega is on her knees, breasts pulled out from her bra as the alpha she's with fucks her face while playing with her tits. The light glints off what appears to be tears, and I realize that she's gagging on his cock. My own twitches at the thought of seeing Rebel like that, completely lost in the moment.

Gunnar catches sight of Nova and hops down off the table, swaggering towards her. Her cheeks flush when he leans in and says something in her ear before brushing a strand of hair behind it. Signature move. I'd know it anywhere. I can only imagine the fucking filthy words he's speaking to her, and I have my own for my little omega tonight.

With Nova distracted, I make my way to Rebel like I'm being reeled in. I may try and dramatize it like I'm being pulled in against my will, but I fucking want it. Want her . The overwhelming feeling like a current sweeping me out to sea, lost in a riptide of epic proportions, something I have no control over, and I want to fucking drown in it.

Awareness slams into me, and we stare at each other, caught in the in-between of before and after. It's a moment of decision, risk and safety, my devil to her angel. There's an increase in pressure within my chest, and I feel like the oxygen is getting pumped right out of my veins.

I inch closer to her and reach out, running my finger along the bare skin of her stomach that's peeking out. Her breath hitches on the brief touch.

Her golden brown gaze traces over every inch of my face like I'm familiar to her. Good, I should fucking be. She's mine. She doesn't know it yet, but she's unraveled the beast. The shadows that I keep hidden deep within my soul are peeking out to take a look at our new prize.

My tongue flips out, sweeping across my lower lip, and her dark, golden eyes trail the movement. I fight the groan that threatens to escape with her heated look.

Her soft bottom lip greets me as I sweep across it with my calloused thumb, and she lets me. She's mesmerizing up close. Her breath stalls as I take in her beauty. I lean in and kiss her without permission, expecting her to shove me away, but she doesn't.

"I want to fucking murder every alpha here who thinks he's entitled to look at you right now. Like him…" I nod my head to the left. "He hasn't stopped staring since you walked down the stairs. Guess he doesn't realize that you're taken. He doesn't have a chance. He's going to think about fucking you, getting his dick wet, and I'm fighting the urge to fucking tell you to bend over and touch your damn toes so I can fuck this pussy like it's begging me to. Fuck, you smell like damn heaven."

Her eyes glance down towards my cock and widen. I'm tenting my pants like the goddamn Eiffel Tower and not even giving a fuck. Let her see what she's working with. Heat rises in her eyes and flushes those full cheeks before she's clearing her throat and looking away.

"Don't do that, baby. Don't be embarrassed, and no hiding. You should know how much I fucking want you right now. I'm hard for you, fucking dripping cum for you, and I've barely laid hands on you. Touch it, baby." Not waiting for her consent, I grab her hand and place it over the bulge in my pants.

She exhales and whiskey laces her breath, but she doesn't seem to be intoxicated. Honestly, I'd probably fuck her if she was intoxicated or not because I'm a sick bastard. Her mouth falls open, and I take the opportunity to taste her again, my tongue roving over her bottom lip before nipping it hard. "Want to be mine for the night?"

She reaches up, touching her lip, and her finger pulls away with a slight tint of red. Licking my lips, I taste the metallic flavor. Blood. "So, what's the plan?" Her mellifluous voice is sugary and pleasant to my ears as I hear her speak directly to me for the first time. It's much different than the voice she uses to mumble in her sleep or the one I hear through my app.

"It's Fantasy Night, so your craziest wish is my command. I want you to have every damn thing you want." I take an overexaggerated look down her body. "Mmm… this sweet little tight body. I promise you'll like it. Do you want to be chased? Held down? Strangled? I'll be your damn genie, and you'll get more than three wishes, but so will I…"

"Okay, hot shot. Tell me… what exactly is your fantasy? I have no doubt that any omega in here would not find it hard to play it out with you. Why pick me?" Her voice has a lilt of raspiness to it.

"Because you're fucking mine."

"I'm not yours," she retorts.

"I will own you. Keep fighting me, baby girl. It turns me on to watch you squirm." I watch her throat bob as she swallows, her breath coming out faster.

She stands there, mouth slightly parted, not speaking. Is she in shock? I shake my head. "Anyhow, if I told you my fantasies now, it would ruin the surprise. If you know mine now, then you'll be getting all up in that beautiful head of yours thinking and plotting. I need you to focus on me completely. Let me make you feel so fucking good. You need my touch. Soon, you'll crave it."

She laughs lightly, hands settled on her hips with a raised eyebrow as if to say oh, really . "Cocky much?"

Reaching out, I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, tipping her chin up with my forefinger and thumb so she has no choice but to look at me. "There's a difference between cocky and confident, baby. I know what I'm doing." I wink at her, and a blush crawls up her cheeks. Hell yes…

Her body is warm against mine, and the way she's crushed up against me is giving me an absolutely fucking amazing view of those tits I long to run my tongue over.

Gazing down, I let her step away from me slowly as I soak in her outfit. She's wearing a tight, sparkly black shirt that hugs her tits like a cradle, and I wish it were my hands instead. Later , I promise myself. It barely covers her midriff section, exposing a slice of that delicate skin I touched earlier. There are rips in her leggings, giving me a peek at the bare legs hiding beneath. Those sexy legs I can't seem to get out of my damn mind. Bracelets dangle from her wrists, and a necklace hangs around her slim neck, falling down into her cleavage, teasing me.

Was it her intention to draw my eyes there? If so, it's working. Fuck me, they look even bigger now than the last time I saw them.

I lean in and rest my forehead against hers. My hand slides up her body and around her shoulder to cup the back of her neck. She closes her eyes, letting me take a minute to breathe her into my lungs. Fuck. "Let me have you."

Her breathy gasp is audible, sending an electrical charge straight to my cock. Hmm… does my girl not know dirty talk? I immediately add that to a mental checklist. I'm going to throw all the dirty talk I can muster at her and watch as her pussy appreciates it.

"Okay," she agrees. I'm grinning like a fucking loon. I've lost my damn mind over this omega.

My self control went hasta luego and exited the building the first night at the bar.

I turn her away from me, planting a firm hand on her hip, and letting my breath caress her skin. I nestle my erection between her ass cheeks, and she rubs against it, eliciting a moan. Running my fingers over the bare expanse of skin between her shirt and her leggings evokes a whole body shiver. Goosebumps make their presence known.

Looking around the room, I watch as more couples pair off. I haven't seen Drake since we came down here, so I assume he's found a willing participant. Leon is across the room with a short blonde. She's running her hands up and down his biceps and whispering in his ear. His face has a bright red flush, and his erection is desperately pleading to be released from its confines. Impressive.

It occurs to me that Leon may very well be a virgin. Hell, maybe the dude will get lucky. If she's a puck bunny, then he's got a damn good chance of getting his tip wet. A few of the other guys from the team have paired off and dispersed. Gunnar has his arms wrapped around Nova while she smiles up at him like he hangs the moon. He leans down to whisper in her ear, and she squeezes her thighs together. There we go.

My dick throbs against my zipper, dying to have Rebels mouth wrapped around it. The anticipation and lust is lighting me up inside.

"Here's how this is going to go. I'm going to give you what you want, what you don't know you've been craving. I'm going to bring you to heaven and drop you back down to hell with me." My voice is thick with arousal. "And then… I'm going to have my way with you. Take what I need. I can guarantee I won't be gentle. It's not in my nature. Tell me to stop now, say the word and this ends right here."

Not that I would let it, but I want her to feel like she has the choice, even though she really doesn't. Her lips part as she nods, breathless.

I turn her, backing her up against the table as I lean in. "I'm dying for a taste. Will you let me, Rebel?" Her eyes seem to widen at the use of her first name, but she doesn't respond, and I'm thankful she doesn't call out my slip up.

She's too busy trying to look around nervously, but I hold her head in place, my hands firmly planted on her cheeks. "Don't worry about them. I'm the one you need to worry about tonight. I'm the big bad wolf in this situation, Omega."

Grabbing the waistband of her leggings, I pull her into me hard before kissing the life out of her, and she wobbles briefly as I then guide her to the table. She bends over it, back facing downward, and I pull her legs towards the wall so I'm the only one able to view her wetness. I may eat her out in front of a crowd, but I sure as fuck won't let them see what's mine. I want every alpha in this room to know who this omega belongs to, tonight and every night after.

Lithe fingers grab a hold of the table as I pull her closer. "I don't even know your name," she whispers.

I smirk. "You don't need to." My fingertips slide into her leggings and start to gently pull them down, slipping beneath the lace panties she's currently clad in. "Red… fucking hell. Do you know how hot that is?" I don't give her time to respond before I'm ripping them down the middle and shoving them into my back pocket. Her gasp brings a shiver down my spine in anticipation.

Her red panties tell me she was definitely planning on getting laid tonight. No one wears red panties just for themselves. Irrational anger bubbles up at the thought of her fucking anyone other than me. My fingers slide down over her mound. She's smooth, shaved, and like a sauna. I cup her mound. "After tonight, I'll be the only alpha to own this cunt. Say it."

I'm sure she's probably rolling her eyes, so I squeeze her harder, reminding her. "Say. The. Words."

"Yours."

"Good." My fingers drag down over her slit, feeling how fucking soaked she is for me. Shoving two fingers into her, without warning, she moans at the intrusion. The heel of my palm rests against her clit as I start to finger fuck her.

She's tight as hell as her muscles squeeze the life out of my fingers, and I can only imagine how good that's going to feel once I get my dick in her. I'm going to fucking come in my pants before I even get her off. I'm wound tight. This is what happens when you watch a girl night after night, waiting for the moment you can fuck her, claim her, bite her.

"Mmm… this sweet little cunt is dying for me, begging me with each clench of your walls. Tell me… what made you this wet, sweetheart? Was it watching the couple over there in the corner fucking or the couple across the way, the omega sucking off her alpha like a good little girl. Is my little omega a voyeur? Or is it me? The way I talk to you."

I spread her legs and watch slick drip down her thighs onto the table below her. I'm dying to lean down and lick it up, but I resist; at least for the moment.

Her eyes close as I rub her G-spot with my fingers. "Open your eyes," I command, and she does. Those dark golden orbs are less gold and more black now that she's turned on. I lean down, nipping at her lips before trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, and continuing. She squirms when my lips touch her stomach, but when I growl, she immediately stops moving. The noises she makes as I drag my fingers across her G-spot over and over again are a certain type of erotic I can't fucking explain. Her cunt clenches around my fingers.

War wages inside my mind. I want to watch her face as she comes, but I also want to bury my head between her thighs and eat her out until her cream fills my mouth fully. I salivate at the thought, and the decision is made. Pulling back from her sweetness, I step away for a minute to try and calm myself, and she glares. Even her fucking glare is goddamn adorable. I steal one last kiss from her lips, and then drop to my knees, eye level with a perfectly pink pussy just waiting to be shattered.

She moans as I slowly lick up her slit. Not fast enough to give her what she wants, but enough to drive her crazy. She shifts those sexy hips below me, and I grip her tightly with my hands, hoping to God I leave bruises to remind her of our time together.

Without preamble, I bury my face in her cunt. My nose sits above her slit, and I rub her with it while using my tongue to spear her pussy open. I'm growling as I eat her out. She screams at the first orgasm and tries to push me away, but I keep going. Flicking over her clit a few times has her moving beneath me, trying to get my face where she wants, but my hands tighten. "You don't stop moving, I stop. You want me to stop?"

She immediately freezes and shakes her head.

I shake my head from side-to-side trying to get deeper into her pussy. I flatten my tongue and shove it inside her, moving my hands up to rub her clit. She squeals but remains still. "Good girl," I praise her, and more slick leaks out. She's sweet to the taste, and I could eat her every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and still crave her flavor. Putting my lips around her clit again, I suck hard before shoving it back down her slit, sipping up her arousal.

Two fingers go into her pussy again, finding her G-spot. She shakes her head in protest, and I grin. Oh, yes. Her channel clenches around me, and I know it's a telltale sign. Before I know what's happening, it's like a water park between her legs. She's a goddamn squirter. Fuck me…

I lose my load in my pants, coming all over myself like a fucking teenager all over again. Worth it. Fuck, I've seen it in porn, but not once have I ever had it happen to me. "Fucking soak me, Omega," I growl at her, rubbing her nub roughly. She shakes her head, whimpering, but I don't stop. Again, she releases, spraying me, but this time, I don't move away. I let it hit me in the face and make slurping noises as I drink her down.

It's official. I'm done. "Holy shit," I whisper, and she tries to close her legs. "Oh, no, don't you dare close these legs. I want to see you squirt on me over and over again tonight until you physically can't any longer."

Leaning up, I take her lips with mine. "Tell me your fantasies, every last one, and I swear I'll make them happen all tonight."

"Promises, promises," she whispers with a small smile.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" Her gaze moves away from me, but I grab her chin and pull her back. "Tell me."

"A chase," She whispers softly. "I've always wanted to know what it feels like to be hunted down, to not be given a choice, to be fucked like a toy."

"Come with me," I say, pulling her up as she grabs the waist of her leggings. I'm dragging her up the stairs as fast as I can. I won't come in my pants again tonight. No, this time, she's getting it all.

We escape into the night, and I drag her with me to a tree at the edge of the woodline. Spinning her so her back's against the tree, I cage her in so she can't go anywhere. "Now… tell me exactly what you want. Do you want to beg? Do you want me to fuck you and not say a damn word? Hold you down while you struggle against me?"

She nods, biting her bottom lip. "Yes, yes, and yes."

I'm going to die a fast death. Here lies Tate Geekies, death by perfect omega. She's going to kill me, and I'm looking forward to it. Hearing her say those words has me on edge. Has the demons of my mind crowding around me, chanting, cheering me on, begging to be set free. Her pupils are blown. I can see her nipples poking out from her shirt, and the perfume is even more potent now.

I release her and step back. "You've got five minutes," I say softly. "When those five minutes are up, I will find you, I will fuck you, and I will claim you. You'll know I'm coming, and your heart will beat like the pounding of a drum in anticipation. The thought of my fat cock filling this tight little pussy will have you begging me." She squeezes her thighs together, and I know I've got her. "I'd give you a safe word, but I don't want to. Even if you used it, I'm too high on you to stop. So tell me now. Tell me no. Walk away, and this ends."

She clamps her lips together, refusing to speak.

Her chest heaves with each breath. Her eyes are wild. She's anxious, but there's a lingering excitement beneath her normal scent.

I can't wait to see her below me; to watch my cock claim her cunt like my teeth will claim the space between her neck and shoulder. After tonight, Rebel will be mine, permanently, whether she likes it or not. Like the safe word, I'm not giving her an out.

She stands staring at me like I'm going to pounce at any minute. "What are you waiting for, Omega? Your time started a minute ago. You better run…"

And she does… the thud of her feet against the hard ground is loud as she tears off into the woods. I can hear each beat the farther away she gets, and I turn my head to listen better. My alpha side perks up at the idea of prowling for my mate. Let the chase begin…

"I'm coming for you," I bark, saying it loud enough that there's no question she's heard it.