Page 2 of Slow Heat
“In addition, the scent of the omega’s ejaculate during heat is strong. Between that and the noises of pleasure he emits, an alpha will enter full rut as soon as his omega’s fluids spurt from his penis. He will not stop until he has deposited his semen as deep and as far into the omega’s womb as he can.” Professor Shriner’s jowls shook as he spoke, and his cheeks flushed.
Jason grimaced, his cock going utterly flaccid. Hopefully their teacher wasn’t getting aroused talking about these things. He was too old now to rut and inseminate andown, wasn’t he? If Professor Shriner’s omega still lived, if he hadn’t died in childbirth as so many of the older generation had, the poor thing must be far too elderly to bear children now. Professor Shriner surely hadn’t dealt with an omega in heat in over twenty years.
But perhaps he remembered it fondly.
Jason’s nose wrinkled.
Professor Shriner motioned toward his helper, a chubby beta in his forties. “Open the windows, Robston. The smell in here is pure lust. These boys are balls of hormones and my nostrils are burning with their pheromones.”
Jason had to agree. While he could still easily pick out Xan’s familiar scent, he was also flooded by the smell of the other nine alphas in the room. Their pheromones were sharp and challenging, egging him into a state of mild aggression, ready and willing to fight should his omega come onto the scene.
Though, of course, no omega would.
Only older omegas, either already bonded or past the age of hope, were allowed on Mont Nessadare’s campus. The young omegas, from whom Jason, Xan, and the others could hope to locate theirÉrosgápe, were kept until the age of majority at Mont Juror’s campus the next county over.
In two years—wolf-god, it seemed forever from now—they’d go to meet the latest crop of omegas. Ideally, they’d imprint on one, a biological response that marked the omega as theirÉrosgápe,and a contract would be struck. If not, they’d try again the next year and the year after that, before they’d choose to contract with unmatched omega.
If, however, he found hisÉrosgápe,the omega would be weaned from the heat suppressant used during adolescence, and once he was itching for a mate, greedy with need, and all sense of self-protection or self-interest dampened by the excruciating lust burning him from the inside out, they’d consummate the imprint.
Jason had heard whispers that his parents had consummated their imprint in the antechamber of his grandparents’ attorney’s office home shortly after his parents had signed their contract. But time and loss had quieted Father and Pater greatly, and the men Jason knew now were beyond pragmatic about their physical relationship, while maintaining a deepÉrosgápelove.
For his omega’s first time, though, Jason wanted to hustle him back to his own room at his parents’ home to take his time exploring the man’s needs and wants. He didn’t want it to be some animalistic, semi-public event. Still, he wasn’t foolish enough to assume if his omega begged him on the steps of the courthouse itself that he’d have the power to deny him.
Everyone knew that despite their passive position in the act of creation, omegas held great power over alphas. That’s why there was an old saying:a dissatisfied omega will be an alpha’s noose.
“Wolf-god, you’d think they wanted us to jizz ourselves,” Xan said as class broke up. “C’mon, let’s get back to the dorm. I need to do something with all this energy before I lose my mind.”
Jason slung his backpack onto his shoulder, admiring Xan’s tight ass in his dress pants and the way his shoulders stretched the perfectly tailored blue oxford shirt on his back as he followed behind. Yes, getting back to the dorm was a great idea. Xan was usually full of those.
Xan tossed hisbackpack onto the desk on his side of the dorm room and immediately started on the buttons of his shirt. “Don’t make me wait,” he hissed. “I’m so horny, I think I could turn a beta into an omega if I fucked him hard enough.”
Jason admired Xan’s hairless chest as it was revealed, his own cock waking up again. He worked open his belt buckle and kicked off his new-for-university leather loafers before asking, “How will we do this?”
Xan smirked. “Like you’re going to offer up your ass?”
Jason laughed. “Never.”
“I can’t deal with just hand jobs today and I don’t want a mouthful of your spunk.”
“Sounds like you wanna play my omega again.”
Xan’s pale cheeks flushed, the light freckles on his nose glowing with his skin. “Make me.” He toed off his own shiny shoes and shoved his pants down. “I want to see you try.”
Xan was good at playing the greedy, inciting omega. His wide blue eyes and sweetly shaped red mouth, as well as his hungry asshole, were perfect for the part.
“I’ll fuck you until you come screaming and begging for my knot.”
Xan groaned. “You make promises you can’t keep.”
Jason lifted his brows.
It was true he couldn’t knot Xan, as it took omega heat pheromones to activate that biological function, but he’d make him come screaming all the same. He’d done it before and he’d do it again. Their room in high school had been cited five times by the dorm monitors for afterhours rowdiness. But really Xan had just been coming his brains out on Jason’s plunging cock.
“Get on your knees,” Jason barked, finally naked. “Bend over the bed and show me your hole.”
Xan’s lips twisted up in a mocking smirk. Not surprising since he was an alpha, too. He had to curb his own instincts to play this game with Jason. But that was what Xan loved about it, in Jason’s opinion—the challenge of submitting when he had every right to say no, every right to challenge Jason to a fight instead of throwing himself across the bed, ass up, and spreading his cheeks wide.
What a view.
