Chapter 9
Killian
Awell-fucked, sleep-mussed Chase walking into Killian’s kitchen was just as satisfying as Killian had imagined.
Well, almost.
Chase had already showered and dressed in fresh clothing he’d apparently had stashed in his car, and he walked in smelling like his enticing, minty self. Not a whiff of Killian’s pheromones on him or his athletic shorts and T-shirt.
It was … mildly infuriating.
Killian set down the coffee filter he’d started filling and strode over to rectify the situation, only to be halted by Chase’s outstretched hand. “I’ve got a pick-up game with some of the guys from my old team in a few hours. I think one or two of them have taken your class.”
As in, one or two of them would recognize Killian’s scent if Chase showed up saturated in it.
Killian frowned. That was … fine. Of course Chase wasn’t going to walk out of his house reeking of his pheromones every single time the beta came over. That would be unmanageable.
Killian cleared his throat, stuffing down his ridiculous alpha instincts and returning to his task. “Coffee?”
“No, thank you. I don’t drink it.”
“Tea?”
“I should really—”
Killian whirled with a cut-off growl. “I’m making you breakfast. Only the choice of beverage is optional.”
If Chase was surprised by Killian’s insistence, he didn’t show it. And really, Chase had every right to tell Killian off right now. To remind Killian that he was only entitled to boss Chase around in the bedroom, and even that much was conditional.
But the beta only nodded calmly. “Yes, Alpha.” His gaze darted to the fridge. “Do you have orange juice?”
Some knot of tension in Killian’s shoulders resolved itself. “Yes.” He went to the fridge to fetch it. “Take a seat.”
Chase sat at Killian’s square kitchen table. Sat and stared, quite openly. For once, he wasn’t wearing his ever-present cap.
“You’re shirtless.”
Killian glanced down at his chest. He’d only thrown on sweats before coming into the kitchen this morning.
He’d expected Chase to sleep in a little longer, but it seemed the beta was an early riser.
If he was a former athlete, it made sense.
Most college teams had to keep to a rigorous training schedule, including early morning practices.
When Killian returned his gaze to the beta, Chase was still staring. Killian arched a brow. “Do you object?”
Chase’s cheeks flushed pink as he shook his head. “You should teach classes like that, you know. You’d have perfect attendance.”
Killian resisted a foreign urge to preen. “I’ll stick to my usual methods of terrifying them into submission,” he said, setting a glass of orange juice in front of his guest.
Chase grinned. “So you admit you’re intimidating.”
“Of course I do.”
“Yeah.” Chase let out a soft laugh. “Of course you do.”
Killian set about making breakfast. He kept it simple: eggs and toast and some breakfast sausages he’d possibly bought expressly to feed his guest.
While he cooked, he let himself give in to his curiosity, just a little. “Old teammates, you said. You played a sport here?”
“Lacrosse,” Chase told him, toying with the rim of his glass. “I … had a scholarship.”
“An injury took you out?” Killian guessed. Chase was still at the school, after all, and most athletic scholarships were protected against such things.
“No. I just—I just stopped.” Something in the beta’s voice had Killian turning, but Chase’s expression was unreadable.
“I wasn’t all that passionate about it.” He shrugged.
“Maybe I’m just not passionate by nature.
” Killian gave him a look, and the blush returned to Chase’s cheeks. “That’s different.”
“Is it?” Killian asked mildly as he set their plates in front of them, taking a seat across from the beta.
As expected, Chase ate with perfect manners, murmuring his appreciation in between delicate bites.
Killian had meant to put on a shirt before they ate, but he found himself too gratified by the way Chase’s eyes kept darting to his bare chest to regret his lapse.
It was nice. Comfortable. Killian usually enjoyed his time alone in the mornings, but Chase’s presence was by no means an intrusion. He lacked the chaotic energy of so many young men his age. He was calm and steady, and he seemed to fit perfectly at Killian’s table.
When Chase made a move to stand and clear their dishes, Killian halted him with a hand on his wrist. Chase stopped what he was doing immediately, looking to Killian expectantly.
The instant obedience was … heady.
Chase wasn’t blushing now, or giving any sort of sly smile that could be taken as encouragement.
He didn’t seem to be angling for another invitation either.
He seemed instead like he’d be perfectly content walking out of Killian’s house with only a friendly goodbye between them.
By all appearances, he could be nothing more than a polite and helpful houseguest, and not someone who’d slept wrapped in Killian’s arms all night.
But he had done such a thing. Killian had stayed awake longer than he should have bearing witness to it.
Killian had thought it had been enough the night before, the way he’d fucked Chase’s mouth like a madman and jerked him off just as ferociously. Killian had been sated and self-satisfied as he’d washed them both off in the shower, Chase pliant as stretched-out taffy under Killian’s ministrations.
But then they’d returned to the bedroom, and Chase had smelled only of body wash and shampoo, and Killian had gotten … irritated.
He’d plopped Chase on the bed, taken out a condom, and asked Chase his color in a gruff voice not at all his own. (“Green,” Chase had answered immediately, dropping his legs wide open. “Green, Alpha.”)
Then Killian had fucked the boy into a weeping mess.
Chase had been on his back this time. So Killian could see his face. So he could watch him go from calm but aroused to that same empty, glassy-eyed headspace as before.
And it had been just as addicting as it had been watching it happen with Killian’s cock down Chase’s throat.
Afterward, Killian had cleaned Chase up with only a washcloth, leaving the majority of his scent on the boy, allowing them both to drift off to sleep reeking of alpha pheromones and sex.
So that should have been it. Killian had gotten what he’d wanted: the sight of Chase Adler on his knees, pretty lips wrapped around Killian’s cock. Killian had it burned into his brain for the rest of eternity. And he’d fucked him twice now, which was two times more than he ever should have.
That should definitely be it. He could put it all out of his mind now.
Except.
“I want to fuck you bare.”
Once again, Killian didn’t recognize his own voice. This gruff desperation wasn’t at all him.
Chase’s pretty green eyes widened only slightly in surprise. “Sir?”
Killian’s mouth moved entirely without his permission. “I’m going to get tested, and you’re going to get tested, and we’re not going to fuck anyone else until this thing between us has run its course. Say yes if you agree.”
“Yes,” Chase said after a moment. He cocked his head. Killian still had hold of his wrist, but Chase didn’t seem in any hurry to free his arm. “When will this thing have run its course, exactly?”
“Soon, I fucking hope.”
Chase didn’t so much as wince at the harsh words, and that made Killian feel ten times worse. He released his hold immediately. “I’m sorry. I’m an asshole before my second cup of coffee.”
Chase shrugged. “I’m a student. You’re a teacher. It’s natural to be uncomfortable with it.”
“That’s no reason for me to be a dick. Come here.”
Chase stood and rounded the table, and Killian pulled him onto his lap. He meant to say something comforting, but he somehow ended up kissing the beta, too hungry and demanding by half for eight in the fucking morning.
But Chase let him. He opened his mouth and sank into Killian’s hold and let Killian fuck his mouth with his tongue as desperately as he wanted.
It was Killian who had to break the kiss, panting out the words. “I’m not going to take that shit out on you. And if I try, you won’t let me. Got it? Say, ‘Yes, Alpha.’”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“You can end it at any time.”
Chase’s eyes were unreadable as he answered, “I know.”
Another knot loosened, this time somewhere in Killian’s chest. The relief made him greedy. “I want to fuck you again before you drive home.”
Chase nodded eagerly. “Okay.”
Killian was already turning Chase to face the table on his lap, tugging down Chase’s shorts and underwear and shoving his own sweats out of the way to free his cock, which was somehow an angry, leaking mess, like Killian was coming out of months of celibacy and not a night where he’d already blown his load twice.
He pressed a hand to Chase’s back. “Lean forward.”
He belatedly remembered to pull out the condom he’d for some reason stashed in his pocket, rolling it on frantically before he pressed a searching finger to Chase’s hole. He was probably a little loose from the night before, but Killian would still need to—
Killian froze. “Chase?”
“Yes, Alpha?”
“Did you prep yourself in the shower?”
“A little.” Chase cleared his throat. The tips of his ears were red. “I wasn’t expecting— It was just in case.”
“Fuck.” Killian dropped his head to Chase’s back. “You’re dangerous.”
“I’m really not.”
Killian didn’t argue the point. He wrapped an arm around Chase’s middle and lined himself up, notching the broad head of his cock to Chase’s prepped hole.
Chase groaned as Killian eased him down over his cock, his hand splayed across Chase’s clenched abs. Someday very soon Killian was going to be doing this without the condom. Bare skin to bare skin. Chase Adler, dripping with his cum.
And then perhaps …
Visions assaulted Killian. Of this exact same position, only in his office this time.
Chase in Killian’s lap, his perfect ass clenching down on Killian’s cock as Killian graded papers.
Chase on his knees under Killian’s desk, his eager mouth working desperately as Killian planned out his next lesson.
Killian grunted, tightening his arms around his beta. “You said a few hours?”
“Probably—” Chase stopped, letting out another desperate groan as Killian stood, kicking back his chair and bending Chase fully over the table. “Probably just an hour now.”
“Don’t worry, sweet boy,” Killian soothed, driving his hips back and then sliding in, Chase’s channel tight and hot and smooth as butter. “I’ll wash my scent off afterward. You won’t even be late.”
Killian wouldn’t have been able to make this last even if he wanted to. It was going to be quick and furious and beastly, because apparently that was what this unassuming beta had turned Killian into.
Fuck.
Killian was in so much fucking trouble.