Page 59 of Hot for Teacher
Killian was letting out a constant, low growl from above him—almost like a purr—as he stroked his hands up and down Chase’s sides, nuzzling at the bite mark he’d left in Chase’s skin.
“Good beta,” he rumbled, the words clearer than anything he’d said so far that day.
And Chase whined, low in his throat. He sounded exactly like an omega in heat, and he was too overcome by the pressure to be embarrassed by it.
Killian let the bite mark be and nuzzled Chase’s cheek. His ear. His hairline.
“Good beta,” he said again. As if it was confirmation Chase had needed to hear.
And maybe it was, because Chase finally found it in himself to relax around the immense pressure holding him in place. He let his body go limp in the nest Killian had made for him, Killian’s impressive weight on top of him.
Killian’s rumbled approval grew louder, and Chase let his eyes fall closed, secure in the knowledge he’d pleased his alpha.
After the secondor third time, Chase’s mind went somewhere else. Some place floating and far off and perfect.
Everything was sensation. Everything was fucking.
Killian knotted him twice more before falling asleep for a brief rest, and when he woke up, he lubed Chase’s inner thighs, folded Chase in half, and rutted between them, pressing them together to squeeze his knot as he came, rumbling and growling as he used Chase’s muscles to massage himself.
Next he carried Chase to the kitchen and fed him fruit by hand, and then he pushed Chase to kneeling and fucked Chase’s face, bringing Chase’s hands up to squeeze his knot as hard as he could manage.
It became clear over the next few days that Killian was giving Chase as many breaks as he could bear to give him. But then Killian would get twitchy and growly and hungry for it, and he’d inevitably fuck Chase again, knotting him with a groan so deeply satisfied it sent shivers down Chase’s spine every single time.
And Chase fucking ate it up, soreness be damned, because when they were knotted together it was like heaven, that crazy pressure and Killian’s stroking, roving hands, his mumbled words that were only clear half the time. Words like “my beta” and “sweet mate” and “gentle, gentle” over and over.
Occasionally Killian seemed hungry for something else, and then he sucked Chase’s cock with feral intensity, and once he spitChase’s cum back into Chase’s mouth, watching carefully until Chase swallowed it all. And then he smiled, both tender and wolfish, and stroked Chase’s cheek. “Pretty,” he crooned, and Chase blushed like a brand-new fucking virgin.
Sometimes Chase would cry when he was knotted, and he didn’t even know why. But Killian seemed to sense it was something cathartic and not pained, because he never got distressed. He would only make that weird, rumbling alpha purr and lick the tears off Chase’s face if he could reach them. Which was sweet and sort of hot in a way that only made Chase cry harder half the time. It was a whole cycle, really.
And Chase would have to remember to do more research later because hedidseem to be responding to the rut pheromones, at least as much as his body was able. Chase might not have had slick, but he’d never tolerated this much sex in his life before, and yet he kept coming and coming, his body responding to each of Killian’s many demands.
Although, Chasewasgrowing a little weaker, maybe. And a little more sore. And tired. So fucking tired, the catnaps they’d been taking in between bouts nowhere near enough sleep to keep him actually rested.
Maybethiswas what all those years of athletic training had been for. Not to be some sort of lacrosse champion, but just to survive this rut without breaking into pieces.
Things began to slow down on the third night. It was hard to tell at first, but then after the last knot, Killian finally fell asleep andstayedasleep for three hours without stirring. Chase let out a sigh of relief even as he held his alpha close, stroking Killian’s sweaty hair back from his face. (Chase had learned quickly that just because Killian was sleeping didn’t mean he didn’t want Chaseright there, within arm’s reach.)
Chase was apparently going to make it out of this after all.
Who would’ve thought.
And yet he couldn’t help feeling that something important had shifted. Something deep and unnameable that Chase couldn’t look at too closely in his raw, overstimulated state. He wondered if he’d be able to find his feet when they both got their senses back, and what would happen if he never did.
For now, Chase slept.
18
Killian
Killian came back to his senses wrapped around Chase so tightly it was a surprise the beta was able to breathe comfortably in his arms.
Chase was sleeping on his stomach in the nest with his head turned to the side. Killian was on top of him, his half-hard cock nestled in the cleft of Chase’s ass.
Killian shifted up onto one arm and took stock.
There were dark circles under Chase’s eyes, and bite marks littered his neck and shoulders, though Killian had managed to avoid any placement that would have made things more … permanent. Chase smelled so strongly of Killian’s pheromones that they were no doubt embedded under his skin.
Killian tried not to take too much pleasure in that—he’d been a brute, hadn’t he?—but it was hard to keep his inner alpha from gloating. It was incredibly satisfying having Chase looking and smelling likehisin the nest Killian had built for him. He looked like a proper alpha’s mate, and it was doing something to Killian.
