Page 42 of Hot for Teacher
Chase had no idea why he said it. Maybe because he was still raw and vulnerable, split open in a way that had some strange, nagging insecurity coming out. The rumors had always said Killian fucked omegas. He was an alpha, after all. Most alphas preferred them when it came down to it.
Killian paused for only a moment before he went back to opening Chase up. “Do you know why I usually fucked omegas at the club?” he asked, his tone conversational.
“Because you had a t-type?” Chase guessed, trying to hold on to the thread of conversation as Killian mercilessly worked a second finger into him.
“Because their pheromones make them easy to read. It’s like a cheat code for a scene. Less risky with a new partner, having another way to sense limits. And do you know why that doesn’t matter with you?” Killian’s hard cock brushed against Chase’s hip as he added a third finger. He must have been planning to take Chase hard—he was rarely ever patient enough to get beyond two.
He’d asked Chase a question, hadn’t he?
Chase made some sort of vague, garbled negative sound in his throat, still pushing his ass out like a desperate slut.
Killian let out a low chuckle, running his nose along the back of Chase’s neck, sending a shiver down Chase’s spine. “Because as inscrutable as you are out in the world, in here, with my hands on you, you’re an open fucking book. I don’t need your pheromones,Chase Adler. This pretty face and this responsive fucking body of yours tell me everything I need to know.”
Killian withdrew his fingers, pressing his broad, muscled body against Chase’s back, rocking him into the headboard. His hard cock slid against Chase’s crease, a tease and a promise. “And you’re such a good, good boy that I know you’ll tell me ‘red’ if you need to. Isn’t that right?”
Chase was hot all over, probably flushed from his toes to the tips of his ears. Whatever Killian was talking about, it was only with him that Chase was like this. Only with Killian that he became this open, desperate thing. But it was too mortifying for Chase to say out loud, even now.
“And who the fuck needs slick?” Killian asked, tugging Chase’s hips out again and giving one a firm slap. “That’s what lube’s for. Keep your hands where they are.”
And then the blunt head of his cock was pressing in, and he was filling Chase with the whole thick length of it.
God, it felt good, the way Chase’s body stretched around that girth. The way Killian’s potent pheromones wrapped around him as his insides were rearranged.
Killian didn’t wait for him to adjust, didn’t pause for Chase to take a breath. He started slamming his hips like he was as desperate for this as Chase was, like he’d used up all his patient goodwill and now it was his time to rut and fuck and claim.
And Chase fucking melted, like he always did.
There was a stinging burn where the wiry hair on Killian’s groin and thighs was brushing against the sore skin of Chase’s ass, and the edge of pain was doing something weird to Chase. It was like he couldn’t get a handle on his own arousal, couldn’t make it fit into any manageable space.
And Killian’s hands were roaming everywhere, tugging at Chase’s hardening cock only sporadically, never lingering anywhere for too long.
And he smelled good. He always smelled so fucking good.
Maybe that was part of the problem. Part of what had Chase wondering about omegas. Because Chaselikedthe fact that Killian was an alpha. He liked Killian’s big frame and his thick cock and his overwhelming scent. He liked the animalistic growls Killian let out when Chase’s body was satisfying him in just the right way. Liked the press of blunt teeth at the nape of his neck.
Wait. No. Actually, that part was new.
Chase froze, his cock so hard it ached now. Killian’s teeth were teasing at the spot where a mate bite might lie. Even betas could be mated, though the bite had to be refreshed every few years.
The pressure increased, just a touch, and then the teeth left Chase’s nape, and Killian was nibbling at Chase’s ear, laughing lowly at Chase’s desperate moan. “I’m going to knot you one day, Chase Adler,” he breathed, sounding hungry and frantic and maybe a little mean.
Chase’s orgasm came out of nowhere.
Killian’s hand wasn’t even on Chase’s cock, and Chase was still gripping the headboard like he’d been told. But his balls drew up, and his whole body started shaking, and his cock spurted completely untouched all over Killian’s fancy pillows.
“Oh fuck,” Killian swore, broad hands gripping hard at Chase’s hips, slamming Chase back into each thrust. “What a good fucking boy you are. I knew you could do it, baby. Your body knows what’s best for it, doesn’t it? Knows it needs to come with this big alpha cock inside it.”
He slid a hand around and cupped Chase’s dick as it softened, hips still pumping away until suddenly he slammed in deep and let out a harsh growl.
He came a lot, as an alpha. And he seemed to like that part especially—how much he came inside Chase. So Chase wasn’t surprised when moments later he was drawn away from theheadboard and rearranged on his side with Killian behind him, the weight of his gaze on Chase’s ass a tangible thing.
“Is it an alpha thing?” Chase asked idly, feeling loose and spent and empty in the best way. “Like breeding your omega?”
“There’s an idea for role-play,” Killian murmured, parting Chase’s cheeks, presumably so he had a better view. “But I don’t think I need to be an alpha to find my cum trickling out of you immensely satisfying.”
He watched for a little while longer before shuffling closer and spooning Chase, not seeming to mind the mess. “How are you feeling, sweet boy?”
“Good.” Chase let out a long, satisfied breath. His ass burned, he was lying in a wet spot, and he had sweat cooling and sticking all over his body. “Really good.”
