This time when I place a hand on her head Ipushand she sucks me all the way into her mouth, gagging when my dick hits the back of her throat. The sound spurs me on, and I fuck her face with abandon, any previous hesitation forgotten with that single sound. My free hand grips hers and pushes it off my thigh and between her legs. “Touch yourself,” I growl. “I can see you rubbing those pretty thighs together. Are you wet right now?”
A muffled moan is her only response, but she does what I told her to, slipping a hand into her jeans. The slick sound of her pussy reaches my ears and I groan, throwing my head into the glass behind me. “Those fucking noises. I’m gonna come, sweetheart. You want it?”
I let her pull back, both horrified and turned the hell on when I see the mascara-tinged tears trickling down her cheeks. “I want to taste you, alpha. Please?”
A deeper growl rips out of my throat and I push her back down, letting a slew of curse words out when she swallows around my head and grips my knot as tight as she can in her small fist. “Coming,” I choke out, barely giving her any warning to swallow before the first rope of cum hits the back of her throat. My mouth waters watching her try to swallow it all, and when some escapes out the side of her lips, I scoop it up with my thumb and reach my hand into her shirt, spreading it along her sternum and up to the hollow of her throat. She cries out, the sound barely muffled by my cock asshe trembles beneath me, the hand that was just in her pants moves to rest on my thigh, fingers glistening with her slick.
Not willing to wait until later to taste her, I take her fingers and slip them into my mouth, sucking each digit clean until all I can taste is Posey. A snarl escapes when her flavor coats my tongue, and she pants in response, collapsing into me. I haul her into my lap and curl my body around her, noticing for the first time we’re stalled at the very top of the wheel. My hand cups her cheek, gently wiping some of her tears away and trying to fix her eye makeup the best I can. “Are you okay?”
Her expression is content, eyes shiny and fully sated. “That was so freakin’ hot,” she says dreamily.
I choke on a laugh, holding her closer and inhaling the potent mix of our combined arousal. Knowing she’ll smell like me the rest of the night soothes whatever feral instinct she just brought out and makes me feel a little bit more like myself and less like a horny, mindless alpha.
She is a total knockout all the time but right now, like this? Flushed cheeks that make her freckles stand out, tousled hair, and a dreamy expression on her face? She’s breathtaking. I finally do what I’ve been wanting to since the day I met her and kiss each freckle I see, memorizing the perfect constellations with my lips.
By the time we’re back on the ground where Parker and Mack can give us hell, our cheeks are a matching shade of pink, her lips are swollen, and I feel like the luckiest damn alpha that ever lived.
My room looks like a bomb went off. Between my own coursework, teaching, and slipping into a rabid fugue every so often, I haven’t been able to keep a damn thing clean around here. It’s pissing me off to the point that I’m practically irate.
Or could it be that Paxton came home smug as hell for the first time in his life and smelling like the sweetest omega slick?
No, it’s most definitely the messy apartment.
A knock on my door drags me away from sorting my weeks’ worth of laundry. “What?” I bark, not in any sort of mood to deal with my pack mates and their blissful happiness.
Mack opens the door and scowls at me, crossing his beefy arms like that will intimidate me. He may have four inches and sixty pounds on me, but I still remember that he used to cry if someone stepped on a butterfly at recess when we were kids. He doesn’t scare me.
“Do you need something?” He ignores the question, silently glowering like I pissed in his snack stash. “If you don’t need anything, go away. I’m busy.”
“What Ineedis for you to stop being a stubborn fucking alphahole and spend some time with our omega.”
“Your omega.” I correct automatically. Though every day I’m subjected to her scent and sweet voice in class weakens my resolve a little bit more.I’m not ready to admit it to Mack yet, but her scent has been helping my symptoms, even more so now since I found her gift. When I got home from class yesterday afternoon there was a small bag with a J on it outside of the apartment door.
Naturally, I was wary. I’ve had infatuated students leave creepy gifts for me before. One male beta left me a dead butterfly inside of a shadow box with a lock of his hair, and poor Mack found it. He still hasn’t recovered from that particular incident.
But this wasn’t a butterfly or hair. No, this was so much worse. It was ascarf. The softest black scarf I’ve ever felt in my life. Clearly handmade, though very skillfully, and branded with the letter J in a light cream color. And the worst part? It was positivelydrenchedin Posey’s scent.
I didn’t want the guys to ask about it so I brought everything to my closet with the intent to hide it in the depths, never to be seen again. But then somehow, completely by accident, the soft fabric ended up under my pillow, tucked away for later.
Blame it on my alpha instincts being all fucked up from the rabidity, but having her scent on my bed feltimperativeto my sanity.
All of those feelings compounded and made me feel ill at ease, which is why I’ve been cleaning the apartment for the last two hours. There’s something soothing about cleaning that helps me relax when the outside world gets too loud. The methodical movements, attention to detail, and the fact that my alpha pipes the fuck down so I can think without his influence fueling the rabid anger on a constant loop in my mind.
Mack snarls menacingly, moving further into my room and slamming the door. The sound makes me wince, but he doesn’t even pause. “You are the only one in this pack who hasn’t eventriedto get to know her, Jude. Do you know you made her cry?”
My head whips around, stomach dropping to the floor. “What the fuck do you mean? I’ve barely spoken to her!”
“And that’s part of the problem!” He shouts. “She overheard us talking in your classroom this morning. None of your health stuff, but she heard you basically admit to knowing she’s a scent match and still not wanting her. She was crying because she doesn’t understand what she did to disgust you so much that you would reject her on sight.”
He takes a deep breath, and that’s when I notice his eyes are glassy. Mack isn’t great at understanding other people’s emotions, but he feels them more deeply than anyone I’ve ever known. For him to be so upset over this… “I thought pushing her away would be easier,” I whisper. All the fight leaves my body, and I collapse onto the edge of the bed.
Mack sits next to me, one giant paw engulfing my shoulder. “Easier for who?”
My shoulders sag, the weight of months of loneliness and fear practically crushing me. I hate that I don’t even have a good answer for him. Logically, I know the cure for my Rabidity is to bond with a compatible omega, but I know what the late stages of Alpha Rabidity look like, and I’m terrified to subject Posey to that if being around her doesn’t work. The guys don’t know about my dad, but maybe it’s time to come clean. “Can we grab the others for this conversation?” And he must be able to hear the exhaustion in my voice, because he nods and leaves without another word.
I decide I don’t trust myself not to overreact having other alphas in my space right now, even if they are my pack mates and best friends, so I grab my new scarf and move out to the living room, collapsing into the overstuffed chair that faces the sectional. The scarf goes around my neck and chin so Posey’s scent is all I can smell. Hopefully it keeps me clearheaded enough to get through this. Talking about my dad seems to bring on the fugue quicker than anything else, which is why Ihaven’t told my pack what happened or why I came tothisschool of all places.
Parker comes storming in sporting his own scarf and a stormy glare. “I swear to god, Jude. If this is some ambush attempt at an intervention about our girl, I’m going to kill you and feed your body to the crabs.”
