Chapter 20 #2
I caught my breath a little at that. Alphas and omegas who were bonded themselves could see the connection between other bonded pairs.
I’d been noticing it all of a sudden since coming back to school after my week off, too.
I wasn’t trying to hide my bond with Saint, but I knew how my colleagues were, so I hadn’t announced it to the world either.
Saint and I still had things to work out.
As if thinking about him called him to me, Saint appeared in the doorway to my classroom a second later.
“Hello?” he asked with a smile. “Am I interrupting something?”
Roger and Tina turned to him, and both of them gasped.
I knew Tina well enough to know exactly what she thought of Saint’s massive size, his sculpted body, and his gorgeous face.
Roger probably gasped because of the scar cutting across Saint’s forehead, even though I no longer thought it made him look mean or scary.
“That’s your alpha?” Tina asked, clapping a hand to her chest. “Hubba hubba!”
I laughed, half as a release of tension and half because Tina cracked me up sometimes.
“Now I know why you can’t cover for me next Thursday,” Roger said, clearing his throat and inching to the side as Saint walked forward.
“Hi, I’m Saint Boscoff, Linus’s alpha,” Saint introduced himself as he reached us, offering his hand to Roger.
I nearly swooned at the way he called himself mine. I was so proud of him and so in love with him that I must have looked like a smitten fool as I looked up at him.
“Hi,” Roger squeaked, shaking Saint’s hand quickly.
“Well, hello,” Tina shook his hand next, flirting with him.
It was all so funny to me, especially when both of my colleagues glanced at me like I’d won the lottery, or maybe the man Olympics.
They’d always just thought of me as boring old Linus Cahill who would never in a million years end up with an alpha like Saint.
Heck, I had only ever thought of myself as boring.
I definitely knew that wasn’t true now.
“You ready to go?” Saint asked, a spark in his eyes that was a dead giveaway to some of what we had planned for later.
“Yeah, let me just tidy up here a little,” I said, stepping back to my desk to gather up the homework I could finish grading at home.
“Damn,” Tina said as she and Roger headed for the door. “Have fun this weekend, Linus. I didn’t think you had it in you.” She stopped by the door, snorted, and said, “I guess you’ll have it in you as soon as you get home.”
“Tina!” Roger scolded her, then laughed along with her as they ran out into the hall.
“They’re nice,” Saint said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes as I hefted my satchel over my shoulder, then took Saint’s hand as we crossed the classroom for the door. “God only knows what my reputation around the school will be like once those two start spreading gossip.”
“I like the idea of everyone knowing you have a big, strong alpha to keep you warm at night,” Saint said, lowering his voice to a purr and sending hot feelings through the bond.
I nearly couldn’t walk, my body reacted so strongly. It was a good thing omegas didn’t produce as much slick when they weren’t in heat as they did during, but I was still in danger of ending up with damp trousers.
We chatted about ordinary things as Saint drove us back to his house. He’d dropped me off that morning, so I didn’t have to worry about my car. I mentioned what Papa had said about selling the beach house and splitting the profits, and he reacted well to that.
“We could put that money toward a downpayment on a house of our own,” he said as we walked into my apartment. “Although I’m assuming the value of that property is high enough that we might be able to just buy a house in the suburbs.”
“Possibly,” I said, distracted with what I had planned.
I put my satchel down and moved to the kitchen counter, where I’d left some rope I’d laid out there earlier. I grabbed it subtly and hid it behind my back.
“It shouldn’t take more than a day to shift all these boxes over to mine,” Saint said as he crossed my apartment’s main room, looking at the piles of boxes I’d been packing for the last week. He didn’t see me quietly approaching him. “Fenn said he’d help, and we could—”
Saint stopped when he turned around to see me right behind him.
I moved fast, mostly so I would go through with the little scene I’d had planned without laughing than for any shock value. I grabbed one of Saint’s hands, then pivoted to stand behind him, turning him and grabbing his other hand so I could use the rope to tie them behind his back.
“I’ve got you now, alpha,” I said in my wickedest voice. “You thought you were coming here to move some boxes, but you’re going to be moving a lot more than that.”
“What the heck?” Saint laughed. He didn’t try to pull his hands out of my really weak bondage, though.
“Move!” I told him, planting a hand in the middle of his back and pushing him on to my bedroom. “I kidnapped you for a reason, and you’re going to give me what I want.”
“Oh no! Don’t hurt me!” Saint said, playing along a little bit, but mostly laughing.
I’d planned the scene with a little help from the internet, but I didn’t really know what I was doing. I just knew that I’d had so much fun in the garage with Saint that night that I wanted to explore things a bit more. But I wanted to explore it from my end as much as from his.
“Strip!” I ordered him once we were in the bedroom with the door closed.
Saint twisted to look at me, cleared his throat, and moved his hands behind him.
“Oh, right,” I said, breaking character slightly so I could jump forward and untie the knots that I’d just made.
Once he was free, I stepped back to the bureau, where the brand-new flogger with knotted ends that I’d bought online waited. I picked it up and dragged it through my hand.
“Now strip,” I ordered him. “And I want a show.”
Saint’s mouth twitched, then he put on a serious face and said, “Yes, Master.”
That sent a serious thrill through my gut. It continued to pulse and grow as Saint slowly pulled his shirt off over his head, then reached for the fastenings of his trousers. He definitely got into the part, peeling out of his clothes and showing off his body as each bit of it was revealed.
“That’s more like it,” I said hoarsely, my hole twitching and getting all kinds of wet as I marched closer to him. “That’s definitely more like it.”
He stood tall and firm by the side of my bed, his cock growing harder by the second. Once I was right in front of him, I ran my hand down his broad chest, causing him to suck in a breath, especially when I reached his balls and played with them a little.
“Yes, I like what I see,” I said, drawing my hand up his cock and causing a bead of precum to appear at the tip. “I picked the right alpha to snatch.”
I wasn’t entirely certain what to do with the flogger, but I flicked it so the tails draped over his shoulder, then dragged it down over his chest. It didn’t quite have the effect I was looking for, but I could feel the arousal from Saint anyhow. Arousal and a bit of surprise and curiosity.
“Do you know how to use that?” he asked.
“Nope,” I answered honestly.
He grinned. “I’ll teach you,” he said. “Later.”
That sent all sorts of energy bouncing around inside me. It also made me wonder if Saint had ever been the sub in a scene he played.
No, I didn’t wonder. I just somehow knew he’d never been the plaything before. I’d been the only one to turn the tables on him.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered him, pointing to it with the flogger. “On your back so I can ride that thick cock of yours.”
I felt excitement pulse through our bond as Saint moved to do as I said.
Once he was on his back, I grabbed the rope and some more that I had on my bedside table and proceeded to tie his wrists to the corners of my headboard and his ankles to the baseboard, spreading him helplessly.
Or, at least, pseudo-helplessly. He was more than strong enough to break free if he wanted to.
Once that was done, I zipped to the side to grab the strip of lavender silk he’d used as a mask at the omega auction so I could wrap it around his head.
The difference this time was that I’d added another small strip of silk over the eye holes, turning it from a mask into a blindfold.
That had Saint sucking in a breath, his heart beating faster, which I could tell when I placed my hand on his chest. His cock went fully rigid in anticipation.
“I’ve got you right where I want you, alpha,” I said, scrambling off the bed and hurrying to get out of my clothes. “And now you’re going to give me everything I want.”
I grabbed a bottle of lube from my bedside table before climbing back onto the bed and kneeling between Saint’s spread legs. I might not need the lube at the rate I was going, but I wasn’t in heat, so better safe than sorry.
“I kidnapped you because you’re the biggest, hottest, strongest alpha I could find, and I won’t settle for anything but the best when it comes to putting a baby in me,” I said.
Saint drew in a breath, then let it out on a growl. It wasn’t at all the sort of sound I would have expected for an alpha captive to make, but it had my own dick standing at attention anyhow.
I leaned forward over him, adjusting so I could slam my mouth over his.
He was so huge and I was small enough that it was a bit of a stretch to completely cover his body in any sort of menacing way.
The kiss was fiery, though. I ravished his mouth, taking what I wanted.
And after the sexual awakening he’d sparked during my heat, I wanted a lot.
I wanted more than kisses, though. I shimmied my way down his torso, kissing and licking and sucking when I got to his nipples.
I felt every rush of my alpha’s arousal through our bond and every tightening of his muscles and sinew as I explored him.
When I reached his groin, I avoided his balls and cock, kissing his thighs instead.