Page 84 of Hot for Teacher
Chase had been waiting for the right time to bring it up, the whole living situation thing. Noah had already told him he wanted to finish out school living with his friends, and Chase wouldn’t have wanted to leave Spencer all on his lonesome either way.
“I assumed,” Killian said lightly. “You’ve been with those two from the beginning.”
“We’ll still have plenty of sleepovers,” Chase reassured him, even though Killian didn’t seem to need it.
“I know. I’ll be staying over tonight, if that’s all right.” Killian nodded to the corner, where there was a bag on the floor Chase had missed before. It was nicer than his own duffel—some sort of expensive leather—but it was still unmistakably an overnight bag.
“You’re okay sleeping over at my place?” Chase didn’t know why he was so surprised, other than it broke their usual pattern.
“Of course.” Killian’s brow furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Chase thought of Killian in his bed, thought of his sheets and pillows smelling of leather and cherry. He thought of Killian at the breakfast table with Spencer, eating cereal because that was all Chase ever had in the mornings, unless Noah was cooking. Or maybe Killian would insist on feeding them all something more substantial, or Spencer would whine at him or Noah until they conceded. Maybe Noah would have Eli over and they’dallbe at the breakfast table, Chase’s friends and their people and his boyfriend.
Killian could have never offered, and Chase wouldn’t have pushed. Killian had a nice house, and he liked his solitude, and Chase understood that well enough that he would have let it be.
But Killianwasoffering. Because it would make Chase happy, and that was something Killian considered. He’d been considering it when he left the house that morning, packing a bag just on the off chance Chase would agree.
Chase cupped Killian’s cheeks, rubbing his thumbs against the light stubble there, meeting those dark-blue eyes. “I really, really love you.”
Killian’s smile was as wide as Chase had ever seen it. “Now I’m definitely fucking you in my office more often.” He ignored Chase’s eye roll, pushing them both to standing. “Okay, sweet boy, who I love more than anything or anyone else, let’s get you fed. Do sandwiches sound good? It’s too hot for hot food.”
It all sounded good. Every bit of it. Especially that “who I love more than anything or anyone else”part.
Killian gathered his belongings and led them through the door, and Chase walked through the empty halls, hand in hand with his alpha.
He thought almost idly that missing that statistics exam was the best thing he’d ever done. Because if Chase hadn’t had that makeup test in Killian’s office, saturated in Killian’s pheromones, he’d never have gotten his first real taste of something he’d really, really wanted. Something he’d wanted so badly he hadn’t even been able to recognize it as want. Chase had classified it as fascination instead, a feeling that had been intense but still safe.
Or at least he’d thought.
And if that hadn’t happened—Chase’s missed exam, his makeup test, his confusing fixation on an alluring professor—Chase might not be here now, loved so thoroughly and so well that it made him dizzy. The good kind of dizzy. The kind that hit a person like a fresh hit of leather and cherries.
Chase’s favorite scent in the whole world. A scent he loved more than anything or anyone else.
The scent of his alpha.
EPILOGUE
Killian
The room the venue had given the newlyweds for their private time after the ceremony was small but well appointed, with a tray holding two glasses of champagne and a small selection of canapés to choose from.
Killian would have offered Chase some, but his poor husband was a little occupied.
Instead, Killian hummed his pleasure, the sound only barely rising above the sweet sounds of Chase choking as Killian tightened his hold on his hair. “Pinch my thigh if you need to.”
But though Chase’s hands were already resting on Killian’s thighs, he kept his fingers oh so carefully straight, as if fearful Killian would interpret the slightest bend as an attempted pinch.
Chase took a frantic, messy breath through his nose, and then he relaxed the way Killian needed, letting Killian’s thick cockhead slide into his throat.
Fuck, that felt amazing.
“My sweet, precious slut. You need my cock more than youneed to breathe, don’t you?” Killian loosened his grip, just enough to stroke those wonderfully soft strands. “And you’re sucking it so well. Your throat feels perfect, sweet boy. Swallow for me.”
Chase obeyed immediately, swallowing around the head. Killian groaned at the tight constriction. Fucking. Amazing.
Killian pulled Chase back by the hair. His gorgeous beta’s face was covered with tear tracks and spit, and he had that perfect, dazed look in his eyes. “Almost there, sweet boy,” Killian crooned.
And then he drove back into that perfect, hot, wet mouth. Killian was too worked up at this point, could only manage small, aborted thrusts. He didn’t fight it when his balls drew up tight. They were short on time. “Swallow again,” he ordered. “We can’t have you making a mess.”
