My teeth ache to sink into her skin and make her mine. Each touch of her lips, each drag of her tongue, makes me lose more and more control. She’s my scent match. She’s mine already. There will never be anyone else. How bad would it be if I just?—
“Fuck!” I pull back. Madi follows me, eyes still closed, lips bruised a beautiful red. I hold her off by her shoulders. “I’m so sorry.”
She opens her eyes, blinking in confusion. “Alpha?”
I groan. Hearing her call me that is a drug shot right into my bloodstream. My already turgid dick gets impossibly harder. I’m gonna have a bruise from where it’s pressing into the zipper of my pants.
“We can’t do this.” I try to keep my tone even, but my voice comes out rough. “You’re my student. Abondedstudent. You’re not thinking clearly because you’re having a heat spike.”
Fuck, I really hope it’s just a heat spike. What the hell will I do if she’s actually going into heat? How will I get her across campus back to her place? How will I be able to walk away, knowingmyomega is going to be fucked six-ways to Sunday by another man while I’m just sitting alone in my apartment a few floors above them? Shit, fuck! I don’t know if I can do this.
Madi is shaking her head, clawing at the buttons on my shirt. She’s gonna rip them off if she doesn’t stop. I grab her hands and lock them behind her back. “Be good, omega.”
She shudders and lets out a breathy moan. “It hurts.”
“I know, angel.” Dropping my forehead to her shoulder, I try to take deep breaths to calm myself. It just fills my nostrils with her heady scent. She’s completely perfumed through her blockers. Fresh pineapple, boozy rum, and creamy coconut flood the room and make my head spin. It’s the tropical vacation I’ve dreamed about for years.
She nuzzles closer, hooking her feet behind me and pulling me in until I’m pressed right up against the edge of the desk, right up against her.
I glance down at my phone. There’s still no response from Phoenix. Where are they? I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
When I was a freshman, we had to take an ethics class, and I remember the longest unit was on the ethics of heat management. Was it unethical to help an omega in heat if they hadn’t consented beforehand? Or was it more unethicalto leave them in pain? Can omegas truly consent when in the haze of a heat or not? We debated these questions for months without agreeing on answers. The class was split. Just like I am now.
“Alpha.” Madi sucks in a breath.
“What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?” I study her scrunched face. Her skin still feels feverish, and her eyes are still cloudy, but she blinks aggressively, like she’s trying as hard as she can to focus.
“Make me come… Hunter.”
Hunter. My name.
Not alpha.
Not the closest person with a knot.
Not even Dr. Anderson.
Hunter.Me. She wants me. How can I deny her?
To hell with propriety. To hell with the university and the whole damn world if they want to keep me from her. She’s my mate, and I’m going to take care of her.
But first, I need to protect her.
“Stay right here, baby.” I let go of her hands.
She whimpers, becoming distressed as I move away from her, tears gathering on her cheeks, but she doesn’t move. Such a good omega for me.
“Shhh, it’s alright, omega.” I click the lock on the door into place. “We just need to be careful.”
Two large strides, and I’m devouring her again. There’s no holding back this time. Keeping her head angled so I can thrust my tongue deeper, my free hand slides down her front, grabbing a plump breast and kneading it before I flick the nipple through her thin tank top. My mouth latches onto the taut bud over the fabric, my tongue swirling around as my fingers toy withthe neglected one. After a moment I swap, intent on giving them equal treatment.
She bucks and squirms and begs so beautifully. I return my mouth to hers to swallow each noise. Her scent consumes me. The scent that’s haunted me every second since I first caught it. This is why students and faculty need to wear scent blockers, because a scent match like this can’t happen. It’s wrong. I’m her advisor. The dean of her department. The one funding her excavation. I shouldn’t have my tongue down her throat.
But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.
She’s mine, and she needs me.
I’m so focused on kissing her, I don’t realize she’s worked her panties off until she’s tucking something into my pants pocket. I look down to see the slip of black lace. Fuck, this woman is going to kill me.
