Chapter 4 Toby #2
"Jionni, I can't—" I'm close, pathetically close already. My control, usually my strongest asset, is a distant memory. I'm unraveling against the wall of a rule-breaker's dorm room, and all I can think is more.
He pulls back, just an inch, his breath a hot caress against my wet skin. His grey eyes are blown wide, dark with feral devotion. "Let go, Toby. I've got you. Show me how you come apart when your alpha takes care of you."
He takes me back into his mouth, deeper this time, his throat working as he swallows, and that's it. I shatter.
My control doesn't just break, it atomizes.
My orgasm rips through me, stealing the air from my lungs as my release floods his mouth, hot and thick, my body convulsing against his hold.
I cry out, a raw, broken sound that's completely unlike me.
"You taste like mine," he growls against me, swallowing again, not letting a single drop go to waste.
"God, you taste perfect." He doesn't stop.
He keeps sucking, his mouth a relentless, perfect prison, pulling the last waves of my orgasm from me until I'm completely undone, a shuddering mess.
His grip on my hips is the only thing keeping me on my feet as my knees give out, my entire body boneless and spent. When he finally, slowly, releases me, I'm gasping for air, my mind a blissful, empty space filled only with the echo of his name.
He rises with a fluid grace, his dick hard and jutting from between his legs, slick with precum. He corners me against the wall, his body caging mine, and kisses me. It's a deep, thorough kiss, and I taste myself on his tongue.
"Now do you believe me? This isn't just—"
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
The sound is sharp, authoritative. It shatters the moment like a rock through glass.
"RA Henderson. Surprise room inspection!"
I freeze, ice spreading through me. Henderson. Here. Now.
Jionni's whole body changes. His jaw clenches, his eyes narrow to slits, and for a second, he looks like he might tear the door off its hinges. He shoves my clothes into my arms.
"Bathroom," he hisses. "Now. Don't make a sound."
He pushes me toward the small, connected door.
I stumble inside just as another, more insistent knock sounds.
The door clicks shut behind me, and I'm plunged into near-darkness, trapped in the tiny bathroom.
I'm clutching my clothes, my heart hammering so hard I'm sure Henderson can hear it through the wall.
I hear the rustle of fabric—Jionni pulling on clothes—then the main door creaks open.
"Mr. Alarie." Henderson's voice. Disapproving. "Sleeping in? It's nearly nine."
"It's Saturday," Jionni says. His tone is carefully neutral, but I can hear the steel underneath. "No classes."
"Hmm." A pause. I can picture Henderson's beady eyes sweeping the room, searching for any violation. "Quite the mess you have here."
"I wasn't expecting company."
"Clearly." The disdain in his voice is a physical thing. "You're aware of the cleanliness standards outlined in your housing agreement, I assume?"
"I'll tidy up," Jionni bites out.
"See that you do." I hear footsteps. Henderson is walking around the small room. My breath catches in my throat. "I've received multiple complaints about noise from this room. Music, at all hours. It's disruptive to the academic environment we strive to maintain."
"I'll keep it down."
"You've been warned before, Mr. Alarie. By your RA, I believe? Mr. Song-Gi has filed several reports."
My stomach plummets. I press a hand to my mouth, terrified a sound might escape.
"Toby and I worked it out," Jionni says.
"Did you." Henderson's tone could cut glass. "How convenient."
The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. I'm not breathing. My entire body is a single, rigid knot of fear.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you, Mr. Alarie," Henderson says finally. "Your disruptive influence has not gone unnoticed. One more violation, and you'll be facing disciplinary action. Is that clear?"
"Crystal," Jionni clips out.
"Good." The main door opens. "I expect to see improvement. Immediately."
The door clicks shut. I stay frozen, counting my own frantic heartbeats, until the bathroom door swings open. Jionni stands there, wearing a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his expression like a thundercloud.
"That asshole," he mutters, raking a hand through his hair. "He's had it out for me since day one."
I step out on legs that feel like jelly. "He knows," I whisper. "He has to suspect something."
"He doesn't know shit. He's just fishing. Looking for an excuse to get me kicked out of housing."
"But if he finds out—" The words die in my throat. I can't even say it.
"He won't," Jionni says, his voice softening as he sees the state I'm in. "Toby, breathe. We'll figure this out."
"How?" I demand, my voice cracking. "How is this okay? I spent the night with a resident. I have your bite mark on my neck."
"I won't let that happen."
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of panic. "I need to go. I need to think."
I look down at my ruined shirt, and I feel another surge of panic. I can't walk through the dorms like this.
Jionni follows my gaze. He crosses to his closet and pulls out a soft black t-shirt and a dark gray hoodie. "Here. They're clean."
I take them, my fingers brushing against his.
I pull the t-shirt over my head. It's too big, swallowing me whole, but it smells overwhelmingly of him.
Not just detergent, but coffee and storms and the warm skin I was just pressed against. The relief when it covers the marks on my neck is immediate, but so is the strange sense of loss.
I pull the hoodie on over it, zipping it up to my chin, hiding everything.
"Thank you," I murmur.
Jionni watches me, his face unreadable. "You don't have to go," he says quietly.
"I can't think straight in here," I admit. It's the truth. His scent, the rumpled bed, the memory of his mouth—it's all too much. "I need some space."
He doesn't look happy, but he nods. "Okay."
I shove my feet into my shoes, tucking my shredded shirt under the hoodie. I feel like a criminal sneaking away from a crime scene.
I pause at the door, my hand on the knob. This is it. The moment I step out into that hallway, the real world comes crashing back in.
"Toby," Jionni says. His voice makes me turn. "This isn't over."
"I know," I say, and I do. My body knows. My omega knows. This is just the beginning.
"No, you don't," he says, and the fierce, absolute certainty in his eyes sends a shiver straight down my spine. "This isn't temporary. You're mine now, and I'm not letting you go."