Chapter 5
Killian
Killian hadn’t planned on fucking Chase Adler. He really hadn’t.
He’d planned on getting the pretty beta on his knees and feeding him his cock. Planned on defying expectations by being oh so gentle and generous with it. No face-fucking, no choking, no hair-pulling. Just holding steady as he let Chase lick and suck and slobber to his heart’s delight.
But Killian hadn’t anticipated the effect Chase would have on him. The beta’s submission to him was beautiful. Deliberate yet generous. Easy without feeling careless. As if, for whatever reason, Chase had chosen Killian and was now willing to give him anything and everything he wanted.
If Killian didn’t fuck Chase tonight—if he didn’t pull that tight, muscled ass back and plunge his cock into it right this fucking second—he wasn’t ever going to get it out of his mind. He’d end up going back for more, and he couldn’t do that.
One night had to be enough.
Because Killian didn’t fuck students. And he certainly didn’t fuck students harboring secret crushes—students who’d come to a bar specifically to find him and seduce him.
And fuck if Chase hadn’t even had to try, had he? He’d just sat there with his prissy gin and tonic, barely speaking, and Killian had folded.
And that was the problem. It had to be one night only—goddamn had to—because Killian had a feeling that if he fucked Chase Adler more than once, he was never going to get him out from under his skin. He was self-aware enough to know that.
It might already be too late, for that matter. Killian could feel it as he watched Chase arch his back and cant his hips. Presenting for his alpha like the perfect little omega, for all that Chase was a beta.
Fucking hell.
Killian rolled on a condom with trembling fingers, grabbed those tempting hips, and notched the angry, aching head of his cock into that waiting hole.
Tight. Hot. Fucking heaven.
Each inch was tortuously won, never mind that Killian had prepped Chase more than thoroughly with his fingers.
Chase had none of an omega’s natural slick, and Killian was a well-proportioned alpha.
Killian had never realized how hot it could be, that fight to gain territory. Like he was claiming Chase’s body against its will, and Chase was letting him. Begging him.
Chase’s beautiful muscles were trembling, worn out from Killian’s earlier torture. The kind thing to do would be to get him flat on his stomach with a pillow under his hips and drive into him without the poor kid having to hold himself up.
But Killian didn’t feel like being kind. Not when Chase had him twisted into knots without even trying. Not when he was so perfectly willing to put up with discomfort for Killian’s filthy sake.
“Look at you,” Killian murmured when his hips were flush with Chase’s ass, Killian’s swollen cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat as Chase’s gorgeous form shuddered against him. He slid his hands up Chase’s sides, caressing that muscled back. “Taking every inch of me so perfectly.”
Chase let out a low whine, his inner muscles clamping around Killian’s dick like a vise. Killian wasn’t naturally chatty when it came to fucking, but it was worth the extra effort for the way Chase desperately choked on each word of approval.
He took praise so beautifully, this unassuming beta.
Killian slid his hands back down, pulling Chase’s cheeks apart with his thumbs in order to watch himself withdraw, his cock dark and ruddy and glistening. He plunged back in, this time in an easy glide.
Chase moaned, long and low.
Fuck. Killian should tease him more. He should show this beta what it was like to be with a skilled and experienced lover and not another bumbling undergrad.
But Killian couldn’t. He just … couldn’t. Instead, he started driving into Chase desperately, practically rutting into the poor boy, using his grip on Chase’s hips to slam him back with each thrust.
He was rewarded with a desperate, keening, “Oh, fucking fuck,” followed by the most glorious, punched-out moans. Again and again and again.
Killian threw his head back, groaning his own pleasure. Chase didn’t need an omega’s slick. He was the perfect fucking cock sleeve just as he was. Killian should tell him that, when he was able to form words again and not just growl like a damned beast.
Pheromones filled the air, rich and thick and probably suffocating. Thank fuck Chase was a beta, or Killian would have been traumatizing him with the strength of them.
When he realized he was too close way too fucking soon, Killian paused with his cock deep inside the beta, stroking his hand up Chase’s back, feeling those gorgeous muscles again. The words came out almost angry as he growled, “This body of yours is fucking ridiculous.”
When Killian had first caught sight of Chase, nude and waiting prettily on his bed, it had been like a punch to the gut.
Underneath his baggy exercise shorts and zip-up sweatshirts, Chase was lean and cut—no showy muscles but still well defined, with tantalizingly pale skin around his groin and buttocks.
He’d spent a lot of time shirtless in the sun in tiny shorts, from the look of it.
His body was strong, yes, but also pretty. To match his pretty goddamn face.
Some kind of athlete; Killian would swear by it.
Killian let his hands wander over and around Chase’s hips, only to find exactly what he’d hoped for. “Fuck,” he whispered, almost reverent. “You’re hard again.”
Even after all that torture, even with Killian fucking into him without a touch to spare for Chase’s spent dick.
What a good fucking boy.
Chase gave a piteous whine as Killian thumbed at the head of his cock, and another low growl escaped Killian’s chest. “You’ll come again,” he ordered, deciding it as the words were leaving his mouth. “While I’m fucking you.”
“I can’t.”
Killian smacked Chase’s hip. “You’ll come again, or I’ll stuff my knot into you right now.” Chase let out another low moan, and Killian almost laughed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? So eager to please, you’d take an alpha’s knot without any prep.”
Here Killian had told himself he wasn’t naturally chatty, and he couldn’t stop. Fucking. Talking.
“You could do it too,” he mused, circling his thumb over and over, liking the way it made Chase writhe against him, his ass choking Killian’s dick.
“I don’t know if anyone’s told you, but this tight ass of yours was made to be fucked.
I barely had my fingers in you and look how well you’re taking me. ”
Killian spread those pretty pale cheeks again, admiring the way Chase’s hole stretched tight around his girth. “Perfect fucking hole,” he praised. “Touch yourself for me.”
Chase shook his head furiously. “Can’t—can’t hold myself up.”
“You can. You’re so strong, sweet boy. You can do it. Lower onto your forearms.”
Chase did, the movement deepening the arch of his back. He sneaked one hand down in between his legs, whimpering as he grabbed his own cock.
“Oh, look at you,” Killian crooned. “Listening so well. If you manage to come before me, you’ll get another kiss.”
Killian promised it lightly, as if he weren’t dying to give Chase exactly that. Their kiss earlier had been deadly—the way Chase had melted into it, open and sweet and unbelievably perfect.
Fuck. Maybe Killian shouldn’t kiss him again after all. What he needed was to get off, to get out of this lustful, worshipful headspace he was in.
No more pauses.
Killian pulled back, slamming into Chase again with a groan. He started up a steady pace again, driving into the beta over and over, using that gorgeous body exactly the way he wanted.
But now Chase seemed desperate to get what Killian had promised. He wasn’t passively taking it anymore—he was slamming his ass back to meet Killian’s hips, his wrist working furiously even as he whined like he was in pain.
His desperation was beautiful.
It was Chase who came first, with a wrecked and wretched sob, his channel clamping down around Killian.
And that was it. Killian jerked Chase up with an arm around his chest, claiming his mouth as the world went dim around him, Killian’s orgasm barreling through him with more power than it had any right to, given his extensive experience.
Chase whined and whimpered into the kiss. Killian fucked that pleading mouth with his tongue and emptied himself into the condom. He wished he was bare. Wished he was filling Chase with his cum. Wished he wasn’t so carefully keeping his half-inflated knot out of that welcoming hole.
But that wasn’t what this was. It couldn’t be.
So Killian slowed down, pressing sweet kisses to Chase’s lips, murmuring, “There it is. You’ve earned it, hm? You did so well. So well.”
He lowered Chase onto the bed. The beta was a vision, all tear-streaked cheeks and glassy eyes, every inch of him shaking. Killian lay down beside him and tugged Chase into his arms, sweeping his hands up and down Chase’s sides.
“D-Didn’t take you for a cuddler,” Chase muttered eventually.
Killian pinched him lightly. “I don’t shirk aftercare, sweet boy.”
Chase let out a soft, weary laugh that tugged on something strange in Killian’s chest. “How long does it last?”
All fucking night. “However long you need.”
“What if I need a long time?”
“Then that’s what you get.”
“For being—being such a good boy?” The way Chase said it, so shy, like he was trying out the words for the very first time, tugged again on that place inside Killian, deep and tender.
“Even if you were a very naughty boy, I’d still give you what you need afterward.” Killian pressed a kiss to Chase’s nose—what the fuck was that? He cleared his throat. “But yes, Chase Adler. You were a very, very good boy for me.”
Chase let out a little sigh and wrapped his arm around Killian’s waist, tucking himself in close.
He nuzzled his head into Killian’s neck and lay there, unashamedly breathing in Killian’s pheromones like they smelled of light, fluffy cotton candy and not the overpowering leather scent Killian had so often been told was extremely off-putting.
Killian had already scent marked Chase to an absurd degree, unable to help himself when he’d had Chase lying sweet and pliant in front of him.
And the thing about Chase being a beta, without any powerful pheromones of his own, was that Chase now smelled only of Killian.
He was absolutely saturated in Killian’s scent, his natural mint covered completely by cherry and leather.
It was more satisfying than it had any right to be.
Killian should put them both in the shower right now, if only to get his scent off the boy, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he continued to stroke his hand up and down Chase’s spine, letting the beta cuddle in close.
Any minute now, Killian would get up and fetch Chase some water and something to snack on, to make sure his physical state was as leveled out as his mental one. But that could wait.
For now, Killian’s inner alpha needed to keep Chase close, tucked right into his chest. And Killian had learned long ago that after any scene, he needed to placate those deep instincts —that was his aftercare.
So Killian held the beta, and breathed in his own scent on the boy’s skin, and tried not to worry that he’d just fucked over his whole life in one fell swoop.