Page 57 of Hot for Teacher
And Chase was getting up close and personal with it because Killian had apparently thrown Chase over his shoulder, and he was taking him in the direction of the bedroom with long, decisive strides.
So Chase was staying. Good to know.
It wasn’t long before Chase was dropped to his feet near the foot of the bed. And then Killian was stripping off Chase’s clothes, muttering something under his breath. It almost sounded like he was saying the wordgentleover and over.
If so, he was maybe missing the mark a little—Chase’s shirt definitely ripped in like three different places as Killian tore it off him—but Killiandidseem to be trying to keep himself contained, his movements jerky with the effort.
He was also emitting an insane amount of heat, pressed against Chase’s back as he tugged Chase’s jeans down, and Chase was glad to be rid of his clothes. He was going to be a sweaty mess in no time with a living furnace like this rubbing against him.
Chase’s underwear was the last to go, and Killian held them up,sniffedthem, and tossed them on the bed, where Chase now realized there was a pile of blankets and clothes spread over the covers.
Chase stood there for a second, staring at that pile as Killian huffed and grunted behind him. It was kind of odd to see such amess in Killian’s space, which was usually so neat and clean. Chase’s underwear didn’t seem to be the only preworn piece of clothing in the bunch either.
Killian stayed where he was as well—pressed close to Chase’s back—but he was anything but still. His hands kept stroking and touching bits of Chase’s skin, and he kept nuzzling his head into the back of Chase’s neck and shoulders. Scent marking him with impatient grunts as he slid his hard cock up and down between Chase’s cheeks, like he couldn’t help himself from rutting a little.
But he didn’t try to shove that big dick inside him, and he wasn’t tugging Chase onto the bed and mounting him, so Killian had to be at least a little bit self-aware.
Chase turned his head to check in with him, and there was Killian’s handsome faceright there, his pupils blown so wide his blue eyes looked completely black.
“Is that—”
Chase wasn’t able to finish his question because Killian promptly shoved his tongue in Chase’s mouth, kissing him furiously with no preamble, apparently fuckingstarvingfor it. His arms wrapped around Chase’s middle, and he lifted Chase onto his tiptoes, like he needed Chase’s mouth as close to his as physically possible. Like even the few inches of difference in height between them wasn’t allowed.
Chase was panting by the time Killian backed off to nuzzle at his shoulder again. Panting and hard. So fucking hard. It didn’t seem to matter that the kiss had been sloppy and desperate and nowhere near as artful as what Killian usually had to offer. Chase had been hard since the moment Killian had appeared in the hallway, his pheromones so dark and rich they were like molasses moving through Chase’s lungs. And if Chase were an omega, he had no doubt he’d be gushing slick every-fucking-where right about now.
It took Chase a minute to remember what he’d been trying to ask, what with Killian’s hands roaming all over his body again, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“Is that for my nest?” Chase managed to get out this time.
Killian made a vague, grunting sound of affirmation, nudging his nose against Chase’s jaw.
“Killian, I don’t—I’m a beta,” Chase reminded him.
Killian made a wounded noise, and Chase tried to figure out how to navigate this.
Apparently it was important to Killian that Chase make a nest, but Chase was a beta, and betas didn’t nest. They didn’t have the nose for it, and given that Killiandid, Chase had a feeling that some half-assed pretending wasn’t going to work. Not with Killian already this worked up.
Chase set his hand over Killian’s, where it was currently tracing patterns on Chase’s lower belly, stilling it for the moment. “Alpha, will you do it for me?” he asked. “Will you build me a nest?”
Chase held his breath as Killian growled, pressing his cock harder against Chase’s crease, the slippery head catching at Chase’s rim as Killian ground against him.
And then Killian was moving away to the bed, where he immediately began to rearrange the messy pile.
Chase let out a sigh of relief. That seemed to be a compromise rut-Killian was amenable to.
It was also a tempting bit of eye candy, actually, watching a naked Killian bend and growl and sniff as he worked. But Chase only made the mistake of touching his own cock once, and Killian turned around immediately—like he had some sort of sixth sense surrounding Chase’s arousal—and growled at him so fiercely that Chase didn’t try again.
No touching. Got it.
Eventually Killian let out a satisfied grunt and stood at the side of the bed, presenting the nest to Chase. It was mostly flat, with the blankets forming the lower layers and what looked to be Killian’s worn clothes forming the top. Which Chase supposed made sense, because Chase would basically be rolling in Killian’s scent, those dirty clothes covering whatever bits Killian’s hands missed when it came to scent marking him.
Chase didn’t know what to do or say, so he nodded. “Very nice.”
Killian puffed up with pride—and fuck, why was that the most adorable thing Chase had ever seen?—and then he grabbed Chase and plopped him on top of the nest, pressing down on Chase’s chest until he was flat on his back.
And then Killian scent marked the ever-living shit out of him.
Killian had always been especially hot on the idea of Chase smelling like him, and Chase had thought he’d already gotten the Extreme Scenting Treatment from him, but this was another level. Not a millimeter of Chase’s skin was spared. Killian paid special attention to his neck and groin, of course, but he also covered Chase’s armpits, and the insides of his elbows, and the dip of his belly button.
