"Was Mr. Ellis not in his office?" Erik asked as I sat beside him, putting the Starbucks bag between us, his voice cutting through the fog of my thoughts.
"Huh?" I asked, distracted as the devil himself entered the classroom and placed his bag on his podium. "Oh…no. He was busy; I'll have to do it after class."
"Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed; maybe it was too soon for you to return to class. I can skip—" "No, no. I'm fine. Really."
I took my laptop out of my bag and gave him a slight smile. I opened my document of notes for this class like I always did, yet I found that I couldn't focus on a single thing he was saying, my thoughts scattered and still in Mr.
Ellis' office. My Omega didn't know what to make of the situation that took place in Mr. Ellis' office only a few moments ago, and I couldn't get the idea out of my head that he had almost kissed me. Would his lips be soft?
Would they taste like honey to go along with that beautiful tea scent of his?
I wonder if his beard would be prickly and how it would feel against my — Jesus fucking Christ, what was wrong with me? Getting a hard-on in a classroom full of Alphas being taught by an Alpha—who I wanted to do unspeakable things to me—was not a good idea. The neutralizer could only do so much.
Despite my thoughts keeping me trapped in a never-ending torturous loop, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the Alpha from the debate last week, James Forester, was glaring at me as if trying to get my attention.
When I would turn my gaze to glare back, he would immediately look away, and I would find Mr. Ellis staring at me. At the end of class, Mr. Ellis left quickly, refusing to look at me before he disappeared into the crowd of students. A low growl emanated from my throat, turning a few heads as I shoved my laptop and the jacket into my bag. My Omega didn't like this one bit. How dare he ignore us! I sprinted out of my seat without saying a word to Erik and practically ran down the stairs, searching for Mr. Ellis. I spotted him as he was headed for the back rooms where his office was, and a sense of déjà vu washed over me. Catching up to him as he entered his office, I pushed the door wider for me to enter, a look of surprise on his face. Apparently, that's his only expression when I'm around, and I want to challenge him to make others.
"Mr. Keller, what are you—" I dropped my items at the door to his office, and my feet carried me to him, pressing my body against his front and pressing my lips firmly to his as if my whole being craved him. My Omega purred inside me with happiness and bliss but was immediately replaced with anger and rejection when Mr. Ellis pushed me away from him. A battle of emotions waged war across his features before one side lost, and he launched himself, taking my face into his hands and kissing me as if he would starve without me.
I wasn't aware we had moved until l was pressed against the door of his office, a hand on my hip as he held me in place, pulling me against the front of his body. His warmth seeped into my flesh as his citrus honey scent enveloped my senses, my pheromones rising to greet his, tangling together to drive us both to the edge.
Panting, he broke from our kiss, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath creating a fog across my glasses that were slightly askew from our passion. I leaned forward, trying to capture his mouth again, but he only shook his head, pulling away, looking at me with desire and a sense of longing.
"If you don't want this, tell me now, and I'll walk out of here with an apology," I said, my gaze moving from his eyes back to his red tinted lips.
"We can't. Teachers can't be with their students," he said softly, his thumb brushing over my lips and crossing my cheek to cup the side of my face.
"Then we don't tell anyone."
He gave a low chuckle. "Your pheromones are drowning me, little fawn.
They will know."
"Then we just invest in de-scenter."
In the back of my mind, a nagging voice tried to remind me that this was wrong. He was my teacher, I was his student. There were rules against this, and the relationship was unethical, say nothing of the fact that I practically forced myself onto him. But I drowned out the voice by swallowing his half-hearted chuckle in another kiss, my hips acting on their own as they thrust forward, feeling how eager and happy he was to be here with me. A moan escaped him, and he pushed with me, grinding into my own length.
Losing all sense, my hands moved toward his waist, a sound of frustration echoing in my throat as I struggled to free him from his jeans.
He chuckled again at my impatience, reaching down to assist me with his belt, its metallic sound loud in the room. Pushing his pants down just far enough to pull his cock free, hard and thick in my hand as I stroked the soft, silky skin, dragging the foreskin over the head, its tip disappearing in my fist. He pulled his face away, eyes closed, and I had a full view of his pleasure, his upper teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his head tilted forward to rest on my shoulder, obscuring my view of his cock. He began to move with my strokes, my thumb finding the bead of pre-cum that coated his tip, smearing it down his length to guide his movements.
With my free hand, I removed my own cock from my pants, and his large hand instantly wrapped around my length, stroking me in rhythm with my own movements before he pulled my hand off him. Pinning it against the door, he pushed against me, our cocks sliding against each other, and I couldn't help the groan that slipped from me, pleasure blossoming through my body, my knees buckling. His hand gripped us both, trapping us together in his fist as it created a channel for us to slide through easily. I began to match him, thrusting into his fist and against the heat of his cock, my smaller cock sliding against his larger one. It was an image that would be ingrained in my memory forever, entranced by the sight as I watched us race for release in his grasp.
I could feel slick begin to pool at my back entrance, and a whine escaped me, longing for him to fill the neediest part of my body. He released my hand and immediately covered my mouth as voices filtered through the corridor, my heart skipping a beat as I watched him through lust-filled eyes.
I had never been so turned on in my life, and my hips began to shudder as I approached my breaking point, feeling the knot at the base of his cock begin to swell. He adjusted his movements to cover the knot, squeezing it tightly against my shaft as I grabbed onto his biceps, hoping it would ground me. Our movements became frantic, moving myself closer and closer to the edge until I muffled out a cry into his hand, exploding in his grip, covering his cock in my release, and setting off his own. He groaned into my neck, his voice deep with pleasure, our combined seed spilling over his fist and down his swollen knot. I removed his hand from us, lifting it to my mouth, and watched those piercing blue eyes regard me as I licked his fingers, cleaning our essence from him before kneeling before him. I gently ran my tongue over the sensitive bulb, cleaning him as it began to deflate, swallowing down his softening cock.
I had never wanted to taste another partner like I wanted to taste him, rolling my tongue across the sensitive head of his cock. I moaned around him, enjoying the salty flavor of our mixed seed, my Omega preening happily at having pleasured our Alpha. His kisses tasted nothing like honey, but I would swear that his essence had an aftertaste of citrus and honey.
Doing the best we could with the tissue box from his office, we attempted to clean up the mess we had created before we sat on the floor in his office, my head on his shoulder, our hands entwined. I found that I couldn't stop touching him. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body against mine and breathe in his scent as our pheromones calmed down, returning to a baseline. He had opened the window in his office to clear out our scents and pulled on the leather jacket again. His body radiated enough heat that I couldn't help but try to cuddle closer as a chill went down my spine, curling into him as he wrapped his arms around me in silence. We waited for the late afternoon classes to be fully underway before leaving his office, and when he felt satisfied, he escorted us through the side exit closest to the staff offices and walked me to his car. With the click of a button on his key fob, he opened the passenger-side door for me.
"Let me take you home," he said softly, with a smile.
I didn't know what to make of the situation. He hadn't said anything as we recovered and waited, and insecurity had begun to set in. Maybe I had overstepped, forcing myself on him. Maybe I had put him in a position where he let instincts take over, and he regretted what just transpired.
Maybe he would put in a requisition to have me removed from his class.
Silent, I got into the passenger seat, watching him round the car and get in.
The panic and insecurity in me quieted immediately when he took my hand, entwining our fingers together once more, using his opposite hand to push the start button on the dashboard of his vehicle. I still wondered if this weird tug-and-pull feeling between us was one-sided, and I struggled in silence as he headed toward my apartment.
I tilted my head against the window and closed my eyes, drowning in my own thoughts and questions that remained unanswered as he pulled into the parking lot of my apartment. Refusing to let things feel more awkward, I mumbled a thank you before stepping out of the car, forcing myself to pull away from him. I hated how clingy I was being, as if this meant more than just sex. It was clear this was a mistake, and I would deal with the consequences as they came.
"Aidyn." His voice stopped me as he opened his car door and got out. My eyes watched him as he moved toward me to cup my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him.
"I want to be honest with you," Luke hesitated, and I braced for the rejection that I knew was coming. Conversations of begging me not to report him, how he'll do anything I ask except be in a relationship with me.
That we both got carried away and this was nothing more than simple fun.
"The cliché is always, this has never happened before, but it applies here. I don't know what that was back there, and the rules of the university are very strict. As long as you are my student, I cannot see you romantically. I should tell you that this was a mistake, apologize for letting things get so far, and tell you that it cannot happen again. But I've never met an Omega who calls to me like you do. We'd have to hide our relationship from the university, from our friends."
I stared at him with wide eyes. I called to him? Is that what this feeling was? My Omega never looked at the same Alpha twice, as if he had no interest in them. Yet, he wanted to be soft and affectionate with Mr. Ellis.
Care for him, be by his side, and give in to the basics of being an Omega, something I never indulged in before. That's why I was so unnerved. We had our first official encounter, and my Omega was ready to make a nest with him. I had never built a nest in my life, but my Omega was consumed by the desire to start now and build it with him. The fact that I was returning to my apartment alone and that the person living inside it with me wasn't him made me upset. But this was too soon, too fast. Wasn't it? I barely knew him, and I was diving in feet first. There was a war raging inside me, and I couldn't think! I needed him, but I also suddenly needed to be away from him.
"I want to be with you, I want us to be together. I need us to be together, but I won't force you to hide this. Think about it." he said softly, shrugging off the jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders. I realized why he had been wearing it. The scent was almost gone when I gave it to him, but now it clung strongly to the material once more. He leaned down to kiss me and moved away, letting me step back from the car. I dug through the zippered pocket of my backpack in a daze, fumbling out my keys, and glanced behind me one last time. I was surprised to see Mr. Ellis leaning against his car, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me to safely enter my apartment before he drove off. No one ever waited for me. I closed the door and couldn't help but peer through the peephole immediately. I watched his shoulders slump downward, a look of pain on his face as he got into his car.
He waited momentarily, and I wondered if he was fighting the same war, too. With the roar of his engine, he drove off, and I instantly felt a wave of sadness, and what I could only describe as a dull ache settled in my bones.
This was not good. This was not normal. Fuck me.