Page 38 of Hot for Teacher
“He was.”
“Psh.” Devon shrugged. “Past tense. Who the fuck cares?”
Killian didn’t, not really. He wasn’t sure why he’d even brought it up. The age gap, maybe. The fear that, with the years between them, their compatibility in the bedroom wouldn’t extend elsewhere.
The problem was, Killian already had a sneaking suspicion it did.
Killian didn’t usually like having anyone in his space for a prolonged time. He wasn’t used to it, and any disruption to his accustomed way of doing things tended to put him in a foul mood. But it was disconcertingly easy to have Chase at Killian’s side on Saturday mornings. The beta just … fit. The same way he had at that bar. Chase was comfortable in himself in a way that was absurdly sexy in someone so young, especially someone who fell apart so easily under Killian’s hands.
What would it be like to have Chase at his side at a dinner like this? He’d do well, Killian knew. He’d be polite and interested in the company, and Killian could easily picture how sweetlyembarrassed he’d be at Devon’s teasing. And he’d have Prince eating out of the palm of his hand by the end.
Killian wanted that. It was frustrating how much he wanted that.
And the compatibility in the bedroom couldn’t be dismissed so easily anyway, could it? The first time Killian had taken Chase bare, he thought he’d been transported directly into heaven. He’d spent what felt like hours afterward fingering the boy, pushing his cum back inside and watching it trickle out, coaxing another and then another orgasm from the weeping beta. It had soothed some feral alpha piece of Killian, breeding him like that.
Killian startled when he realized Prince was at his side, taking the sopping napkin and plate with the shattered glass away from him. “We’ve broken him,” Prince said, presumably to Devon, before heading off to the kitchen.
“You haven’t. I’m just … adjusting.”
Devon set his wine down with a sigh. “We should be off anyway. You have a sweet boy awaiting punishment. It would be bad form to stick around.”
Killian ran a hand over his face. “Stay a little longer,” he said. “He likes the anticipation, and I need to be a little … steadier before I go in there.”
Devon gave him a shrewd glance. “You’re always steady.”
“That’s what I thought too.”
Killian was pretty sure he had been too. Until Chase Adler had appeared in his life.
A half hour later,Killian had sent Devon and Prince off, neither of them having been ejected from any windows in the process.
Killian stood in front of his bedroom door and pushed up the sleeves of his thin black sweater. He hadn’t missed the way Chasealways looked at his forearms, and Killian considered it a good weapon to have in his arsenal.
Perhaps Killian didn’t know why Chase had come here without an invitation, but he certainly knew what he wanted to do with the beta now that he had.
Namely, take Chase apart piece by piece until he was a whimpering mess, then cover him with Killian’s scent and stuff him full of Killian’s cum until there was no part of him—inside or out—that wasn’t claimed.
Killian let out a breath and opened the door.
Chase was standing next to the bed, in the process of folding his recently removed shirt. He lifted his head at Killian’s arrival, and his flushed cheeks were evidence enough that he was aware of his misstep.
Killian crossed his arms, tutting loudly. “Still dressed, sweet boy?”
“I thought— Your friends …” Chase trailed off, then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Alpha. It won’t happen again.”
“It won’t, will it?” Killian asked, soft and dangerous.
Chase let out a stuttered breath, then quickly removed his pants and underwear, folding them carefully even in his hurry.
The air was thick with anticipation, and Killian drank it in. They hadn’t done anything like this before, any sort of punishment. Chase was so sweetly obedient it hadn’t been necessary.
When Chase’s clothes were neatly piled, he clasped his hands behind his back. “Should I kneel, Alpha?”
Killian shook his head. “Come here.”
Chase took careful steps to stand in front of Killian, his poor cock already rising from the attention, though Killian hadn’t so much as laid a finger on him.
Killian cupped Chase’s throat, stroking his thumb along his jawline. “You were very naughty tonight, weren’t you?”
