Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
Fucking Mondays.
I twist the lid onto my travel mug, managing to leave it filled with nothing but coffee, then lift my bag over my shoulder.
Why I ever scheduled office hours for a Monday morning, I’ll never know.
But as final exams creep closer, students actually start using them, so I had to add more.
Although I also won’t be surprised if none of them show up, and they all pile into the last session of the semester, frantically begging me to reteach everything since the beginning of the term.
I let out a sigh as I pull my front door open… and come face to face with Alder on the other side, his hand suspended midair like he was about to open it.
His gaze drops, skimming over my bag and the mug in my hand, before he shakes his head and pushes me back inside, shutting the door behind him. “No.”
I lift an eyebrow. “No?”
“No.” He shakes his head.
And he looks like shit.
His eyes are heavy and dark, looking like he hasn’t slept all night, and he’s in the same clothes he was wearing yesterday when he dropped me off at home.
“So…?” My chest tightens, and my pulse picks up as I wonder if last night’s meeting with the Dominion Sons went sideways.
Alder drags a hand down his face. “We’re in a mess.” His words are threaded with anger and exhaustion. “Our leak may be coming from someone in our pocket.”
My brow furrows. “Like… RCMP or police?”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. And who knows how long they’ve been feeding the Sons. Could also explain the extra heat from RCMP lately.”
“Shit,” I breathe.
“Hm,” Alder hums, and steps closer. “But I had a long night, baby. Ten hours riding yesterday, then a club meeting that ran till dawn…” His eyes drag down my body, the weight of his gaze enough to make me pull in a breath. “I could use a… release.”
A quiet rush moves through me with his eyes on me like that, and my grip tightens on my mug.
“You need to go to work?” His voice drops as his fingers brush my sweater, barely even a touch, but enough to make my skin prickle beneath the fabric.
I reluctantly nod. “I have office hours.”
His lip curls in disdain before he fists the front of my sweater and drags me forward until his mouth hovers over mine. “Well then. I’ll be showering and sleeping here… ready to fuck when you get home.”
Then he releases me, and heads up the stairs.
I don’t move from where I stand, my eyes fixed on his back as he heads towards my bedroom. A moment later, I hear the shower start up, and my heart thumps a bit faster.
I have office hours… and a final exam to finish writing…
But that all fades into background noise as I listen to the sound of the shower, and my eyes stay glued to the top of the stairs.
My body seems to move on its own as I set my bag and mug down and head up the stairs, as if some force has its grip on me.
With every step, the rush of the shower grows louder, and so does the noise inside me. My heart pounds harder, my breath quickens, and every nerve flickers. And by the time I reach the open bathroom door, I almost feel like I’m in a trance.
I watch him through the fogged glass, his body slightly blurred as his broad frame and dark ink shifts beneath the spray. He tips his head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair, and my gaze follows the water and suds flowing over every tattooed muscle.
When he lowers his head and opens his eyes, they lock on mine. A slow smirk forms on his lips as I lean against the doorframe, and he reaches down to palm his cock.
He strokes himself a couple more times as water drips down his chest, and I can’t help but drop my gaze to take it in. He’s getting hard… and I am too.
Then Alder reaches out to turn the shower off, and steps out, grabbing a towel from the hook.
“Hey there, Doc,” he says, dragging the towel over his head. “Do I get first dibs on office hours?”
I huff out a breath through my nose, watching as he scrubs the towel down his chest. “Office hours are cancelled.”
He cocks a brow. “That so…” Then he tosses the towel aside and walks towards me, fully naked. “I think some people might not be too pleased with that.”
A rush of annoyance rips through me at the thought of Omar and Annika keeping tabs on me. And probably the rest of the faculty, too.
“It’s not up to them,” I grit out.
Alder nods slowly. “And your students?”
I shrug. “Unlikely to show anyway.”
He studies me for a moment, then his hand drifts back to his cock. But I keep my eyes locked on his, as a wicked smile spreads over his lips.
He grabs both sides of my face hard and pulls me in to crash his mouth against mine. He walks me backwards as our lips stay locked, and my hands lift to his sides, feeling his damp skin and hard muscles. The rush inside me surges again, and I dig my fingers into him, trying to hold on to it.
“And you just had to wear the cable-knit today, didn’t you?” Alder mutters against my lips as he slips his hands under my sweater.
I don’t bother with a response to whatever that means as I break our just kiss long enough to pull it off and toss it aside.
His eyes follow it as it lands on the floor, and his gaze lingers on it for a moment as he bites the inside of his cheek like he’s weighing something.
But then he turns back to me and takes me in another heated kiss while his hands drop to undo my belt buckle and push my jeans and boxers down my hips. I barely have time to step out of them before he pushes me onto the bed and climbs over me.
He hums against my lips as he grinds his cock against mine, and every roll of his hips has me pulling him tighter against me and deepening our kiss. It feels like he’s reaching inside me and flicking on switches I didn’t even know I had, as slowly, everything inside me starts to wake up.
A heavy breath fills my lungs as he trails his lips down my neck, licking and sucking the skin roughly as I let everything about him press in and pull me under.
A deep groan escapes me as he continues to grind against my cock, and he moans against my skin.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he pants. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
My hips lift from the bed to chase the sensation of him, but his hand quickly snaps down to press me hard into the mattress.
He pulls back to stare down at me with a dark, feral gaze. “Did I say you could do that?”
I try to move again to shift out of his grip, but he holds my hip tighter as his eyes narrow, and I try not to wince at how hard he’s holding me.
He slowly shakes his head in disapproval, then lowers his hand, forcefully grabbing my leg and pulling it up. He trails his fingers down over my hole as he shifts his weight to keep me pinned. “How bad are you going to be, baby?”
My heart thumps as I look into his eyes and see the promise of destruction.
And I want it.
Bad.
“The worst.”
He smiles, then slides his hand up my chest to clamp around my throat, bringing his lips close to mine. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”
His grip tightens, squeezing until I wheeze, then he releases me so he can lean over to grab the lube from the nightstand. My gaze trails down his inked back, taking in the way his muscles flex with his movements… and I can’t help myself from reaching out and dragging a hand down his spine.
He whips around fast and grabs my wrist, tilting his head with a warning look as he pins my hand above my head. “What did I say, baby…”
“And what did I say?” I stare back at him, silently begging him to make me pay for it.
The corner of his mouth twitches as he grabs the lube, and releases me just long enough to coat his fingers. Then he grabs both my wrists and holds them above my head in one hand, as he lowers himself onto the bed beside me, propped up on his elbow. “Spread.”
This command, I can’t deny.
I open my legs as he lowers his hand to my ass, and I keep my eyes on his while he presses his lubed fingers to my hole. His cool touch has me pulling a breath in as he swirls his finger, and when he pushes it inside, a moan follows that sounds and feels like relief.
“Hm,” Alder hums, dropping his mouth to my chest as his tongue drags over my pec and he works his finger in and out of my ass. Then, he pushes another finger in at the same time he bites my pec, hard.
I grunt at the initial burn of his fingers pushing into me and the pain spreading over my chest, and my body jerks. But Alder just tightens his grip on my wrists, pinning them harder to the mattress as he looks up at me.
“I said, don’t fucking move,” he says in a low voice.
My chest tightens as every muscle begs to push back against him, and tell him he doesn’t fucking own me.
But with his fingers in my ass, and pleasure slowly rolling through me… we both know he does.
He lowers his lips to my chest and sinks his teeth in again, harder this time.
My muscles lock as a grunt breaks loose, and pain flares across my pec. But when his eyes lift to meet mine again, I don’t move, and just stare back at him.
He smiles, then curls his fingers in my ass, dragging them across the spot that causes a heavy moan to burst from my chest as intense heat and pressure starts to build.
His grip tightens around my wrists, and I fight every urge to writhe under him as he strokes my prostate again, and again, and again.
My entire body is trembling as he increases his speed and pressure, and I try to keep myself together as he tears me apart.
The pressure deep inside me is almost unbearable, and when his teeth sink into me again, I can’t help it.
I glance down to see precum leaking in a slow stream from the tip of my cock, pooling on my stomach, and a bead of blood forming on my chest where he bit me.
Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m ripping my wrists from his grip and pushing him backwards.
He tries to press me back onto the bed, but I push his hands away and grab his hair. I tighten my hold on it and pull his head back, pushing up to my knees and so I can look down at him.
And all he does is lift an eyebrow at me.
“Turn around,” I say breathlessly.