Page 56 of Hot for Teacher
There. His beta would come.
Killian went to the kitchen. He needed to make sure he had enough food on hand for his beta. Good things. Sweet things. Easy things. Fruit and nuts and those energy bars they made to fuel omegas during their heats. He’d stuff his beta with his knot, and he’d feed him delicious morsels, and he’d take such good care of him that Chase would never want to come off.
After a minute Killian went back to his bedroom. He grabbed his phone again.
Killian: Rut.
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Chase
Letting himself into Killian’s house was the first time Chase had used his key, and the act felt … significant. But that was probably just Chase’s nerves talking.
He hadn’t been sure, with Killian’s first two messages, if it had only been Killian acting especially bossy and demanding.
Come here.
Come now.
But then the third message had made it perfectly clear.
Rut.
Chase had showered quicker than he ever had in his life—he’d been at school all day, and he had a feeling the scents of the other students would bother Killian in his current state—and then he’d rushed over.
Killian’s house was quiet as Chase stepped inside. Unnervingly so, despite relative silence being the norm in Killian’s neatly ordered world. But there was pressure in the air now, something taut and heavy.
“Hello?” Chase called, closing the door carefully behind him. “Killian?”
He’d known Killian could be silent on his feet when he wasn’t wearing his fancy dress shoes, but Chase hadn’t realizedhowsilent until Killian was just … there. In the hallway, facing Chase.
Completely naked.
And …damn. Chase had thought in the past months that he’d adjusted to the animal magnetism of this alpha. They’d fucked hundreds of times at this point, after all. Chase had seen Killian in every stage of undress and vice versa.
But yeah … none of that compared to a naked, horny Killian in all his rut-induced glory.
His pheromones were like a dark fog rolling in, potent enough that, even as a beta, they made Chase’s head spin. Killian was standing ramrod straight, his massive, hard cock bobbing in the air in a way that maybe should have been ridiculous, except for the look in his eyes …
No one had ever looked at Chase like that. Like he was sex incarnate. Like he was prey. Like he was everything.
Chase set his bag on the floor, some subconscious warning reminding him to make his movements slow and easy.
“Hello, Alpha,” he said, calm and even as he could. “How are you feeling?”
Killian cocked his head. His hands clenched into fists and then unclenched again. “Beta,” he eventually ground out, his voice so deep and rough that Chase had trouble distinguishing the word.
Chase stayed where he was, locked in a moment of uncertainty. Was that supposed to mean something in particular? Was Killian … disappointed? Had he forgotten that the person he’d asked for wasn’t an omega?
“That’s right,” Chase said after a moment. He swallowed hard and forced himself to ask. “I’m a beta. Do you still want me to stay? Or I could—”
There was a blur of movement, and then somewhere around two hundred pounds of alpha muscle was hurtling straight toward him.
Holy shit. Maybe Killianwaspissed. Maybe Chase was about to be knocked on his ass for the presumption of his arrival.
Before Chase could even brace himself properly, he found himself upside down and staring at an impressive pair of bare, muscled butt cheeks flexing as they moved.
For a professor, Killian really did have an insanely nice ass.
