Chapter 24
Madison’s moan is like a siren’s call, pulling me closer, but it’s still not close enough.
Our kiss is frantic. The hit of tropical fruit bursts on my tastebuds.
Her skin is feverish, far hotter than it should be.
Threading a hand in her hair, I tug a little to test the waters, and she proves me right with a throaty moan.
My teeth ache to sink into her skin and make her mine. Each touch of her lips, each drag of her tongue, makes me lose more and more control. She’s my scent match. She’s mine already. There will never be anyone else. How bad would it be if I just—
“Fuck!” I pull back. Madi follows me, eyes still closed, lips bruised a beautiful red. I hold her off by her shoulders. “I’m so sorry.”
She opens her eyes, blinking in confusion. “Alpha?”
I groan. Hearing her call me that is a drug shot right into my bloodstream. My already turgid dick gets impossibly harder. I’m gonna have a bruise from where it’s pressing into the zipper of my pants.
“We can’t do this.” I try to keep my tone even, but my voice comes out rough. “You’re my student. A bonded student. You’re not thinking clearly because you’re having a heat spike.”
Fuck, I really hope it’s just a heat spike.
What the hell will I do if she’s actually going into heat?
How will I get her across campus back to her place?
How will I be able to walk away, knowing my omega is going to be fucked six-ways to Sunday by another man while I’m just sitting alone in my apartment a few floors above them?
Shit, fuck! I don’t know if I can do this.
Madi is shaking her head, clawing at the buttons on my shirt. She’s gonna rip them off if she doesn’t stop. I grab her hands and lock them behind her back. “Be good, omega.”
She shudders and lets out a breathy moan. “It hurts.”
“I know, angel.” Dropping my forehead to her shoulder, I try to take deep breaths to calm myself.
It just fills my nostrils with her heady scent.
She’s completely perfumed through her blockers.
Fresh pineapple, boozy rum, and creamy coconut flood the room and make my head spin.
It’s the tropical vacation I’ve dreamed about for years.
She nuzzles closer, hooking her feet behind me and pulling me in until I’m pressed right up against the edge of the desk, right up against her.
I glance down at my phone. There’s still no response from Phoenix. Where are they? I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
When I was a freshman, we had to take an ethics class, and I remember the longest unit was on the ethics of heat management.
Was it unethical to help an omega in heat if they hadn’t consented beforehand?
Or was it more unethical to leave them in pain?
Can omegas truly consent when in the haze of a heat or not?
We debated these questions for months without agreeing on answers.
The class was split. Just like I am now.
“Alpha.” Madi sucks in a breath.
“What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?” I study her scrunched face. Her skin still feels feverish, and her eyes are still cloudy, but she blinks aggressively, like she’s trying as hard as she can to focus.
“Make me come… Hunter.”
Hunter. My name.
Not alpha.
Not the closest person with a knot.
Not even Dr. Anderson.
Hunter. Me. She wants me. How can I deny her?
To hell with propriety. To hell with the university and the whole damn world if they want to keep me from her. She’s my mate, and I’m going to take care of her.
But first, I need to protect her.
“Stay right here, baby.” I let go of her hands.
She whimpers, becoming distressed as I move away from her, tears gathering on her cheeks, but she doesn’t move. Such a good omega for me.
“Shhh, it’s alright, omega.” I click the lock on the door into place. “We just need to be careful.”
Two large strides, and I’m devouring her again.
There’s no holding back this time. Keeping her head angled so I can thrust my tongue deeper, my free hand slides down her front, grabbing a plump breast and kneading it before I flick the nipple through her thin tank top.
My mouth latches onto the taut bud over the fabric, my tongue swirling around as my fingers toy with the neglected one.
After a moment I swap, intent on giving them equal treatment.
She bucks and squirms and begs so beautifully.
I return my mouth to hers to swallow each noise.
Her scent consumes me. The scent that’s haunted me every second since I first caught it.
This is why students and faculty need to wear scent blockers, because a scent match like this can’t happen.
It’s wrong. I’m her advisor. The dean of her department.
The one funding her excavation. I shouldn’t have my tongue down her throat.
But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.
She’s mine, and she needs me.
I’m so focused on kissing her, I don’t realize she’s worked her panties off until she’s tucking something into my pants pocket. I look down to see the slip of black lace. Fuck, this woman is going to kill me.
The urge to flip her skirt up and see her pink slit makes me fist the edge of the desk, but I resist. There are some lines I still won’t cross.
I might be her scent match, but she’s still my student.
There’s an inherent power imbalance in our relationship that goes beyond alpha and omega.
She might have told me she wants this, but she’s not thinking clearly right now. Neither am I.
If we’re gonna get through this, we need to maintain as much propriety as possible. Otherwise, I’ll blink, and she’ll be squeezing my knot with my bite mark on her neck.
Taking slow, calming breaths, I glide one hand up her thigh. “Is this okay?”
“Y-yes. More,” she pleads.
I spread her legs, but keep my eyes on her face. My thumb strokes slowly across her clit. Her breath hitches, eyes rolling back. She’s so wet my fingers glide smoothly across her swollen flesh, exploring, teasing, dipping easily inside her.
She gasps as I sink my ring and middle finger all the way to the knuckles in one unhindered thrust. “Fuck, angel, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you? So wet and open.”
Her whimper has me going in for another kiss to keep her quiet.
But I soon leave her lips to taste her neck, sucking on the pulse point where I’ll bite her someday.
She grinds her hips down on my hand when I pulse the tips of my fingers against her g-spot.
The moan that escapes her is dangerously loud.
She’s so uninhibited, so noisy for me, and I love it. But it won’t do for where we are.
Taking her panties from my pocket, I tap her lips. “Open.” When she immediately complies, I shove the fabric in her mouth. “Be a good girl and bite down on these while I make you come.”
She eagerly closes her lips around the already soaked lace. I give her a chaste kiss on her forehead that doesn’t match the intensity with which I’m rubbing her insides.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “Such a good girl, keeping quiet for your professor.” I pull back so I can look at her, squeezing her breast with my free hand as I press hard against that rough patch inside her. “Do you like that?”
She nods, eyes beautifully heavy-lidded.
“And how about this?” I draw little circles with my ring and middle fingers. A muffled noise of pleasure is my answer, and I do it again before reaching deeper, thankful for my long fingers as I tickle her cervix. “And this?”
Her sharp intake of breath is muffled, but the way she wiggles her hips closer tells me all I need to know.
I pull my fingers all the way out to play with her clit before pushing back in.
Her eyes lock with mine, wide and imploring.
Neither of us blink as I work in and out of her, mixing up the strokes and the pressure, keeping her guessing, never letting her get too comfortable or too close.
My free hand moves to gently cuff her throat. “You like my fingers in your sopping wet cunt, don’t you, omega?”
She nods frantically, breathing hard now as I work her over, the heel of my palm grinding against her clit, fingers deep inside her.
“Just wait until you feel my cock, baby. I’m going to stretch you so good, you’ll forget all those boys you’ve been with and finally realize what it means to be with a man.
I’m gonna ruin you for anyone and everyone else, possess you so thoroughly that you’ll be as addicted to me as I am to you.
” Her pussy flutters, so I keep going, words spilling from my mouth before I can stop them.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, how many times I’ve dreamed about doing this, how much cum I’ve wasted down the drain thinking about you?
Fuck, Madi, you have no idea what you do to me, how completely you own me. ”
The sound of my name is muted by the gag in her mouth, but I can still hear it as she throws herself back across my desk and clamps down like a vice around my fingers.
She knocks over a stack of papers I was grading and a picture of me and Phoenix from when we graduated our doctoral programs, but I don’t care.
She’s shaking and twitching so beautifully, the orgasm taking over.
I keep my pace steady, working her through it, stretching it out until she collapses, completely spent.
“Good girl,” I whisper, indulging myself by kissing her toned belly before I remove my fingers from her pussy.
We’re both still panting hard when there’s a knock at the door. Madi’s eyes go comically wide. I shake my head, silently begging her to stay quiet even though she’s still gagged. Whoever’s at the door will go away if they think I’m not here.
At least Madi’s eyes are clear now. Her skin doesn’t feel feverish anymore either. There’s a lot we should talk about, but it seems like it was just a heat spike, so we’ve caught a lucky break. Why do I feel so disappointed by that?
I slowly take the panties out of her mouth and shove them in the top drawer of my desk.
I shouldn’t keep them, but I can’t help myself.
If this is the only time I get to have her, I want something to remember it by.
Even though she’s absolutely silent, I press my finger to her lips in a universal plea.
With her clear eyes on me, she slowly licks off her remaining slick and sucks the digit into her mouth.
My cock throbs so hard, it feels as if her lips are around it.
Whoever’s outside my office knocks again. “Dr. Anderson?”
Madi freezes upon hearing the masculine voice. It’s not Caspian or Phoenix.
“I know you’re in there. I heard something fall. Are you okay?”
Madi’s mouth drops open, and I pull back my fingers, wiping them on the inside lining of my pocket.
Shit. I’m gonna have to open the door. Madi’s already climbing under the desk to hide, but I can’t let someone in here.
The place smells like sex—like Madison—and there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone else scent her right now.
I’ve got a scent-neutralizing spray in my desk drawer, but it won’t be enough to fully clear the air.
“My office hours are over,” I say, voice more gravelly than it should be.
“It’s only three thirty.”
I glance down at Madi under my desk. She’s staring at me with so much panic it makes my heart twist.
“It’s Branson,” she whispers, almost too quiet to hear. “You can’t let him in. He knows my scent.”
My blood boils, and for a moment, all I see is red.
Why the hell does some posturing trust fund brat know Madi’s scent?
Branson has been a student here since undergrad, and he’s always been unimpressive.
The only way he got into the doctoral program is because one of his fathers is on the university’s board.
“I need to talk to you about my thesis,” he says, clearly leaning right against the door.
Can he smell Madison through it? Shit.
Okay. I can handle this. I straighten my tie, tuck in my shirt, and smooth a hand through my hair. I grab the scent neutralizer from my desk and spray a generous amount on myself, then right in front of the door before I open it just enough for me to slide out.
“Sorry, Mr. Prescott. I’ve been a bit under the weather and must have fallen asleep. Can we schedule something for tomorrow after class?”
“I’d really prefer if we could talk now.” He looks behind me at my office door.
I cough into my fist. “You really don’t want to go in there right now. I guarantee you’ve never seen so many used tissues.” I laugh, but turn it into another coughing fit.
Branson steps back with a disgusted scowl on his face. “Fine.” His eyes narrow, and I get the impression he doesn’t fully believe me, but doesn’t want to risk it. “Tomorrow, right after class.”
With that, he finally leaves.
I glance up and down the hall to make sure the coast is clear, then open the door. “It’s alright now.”
Madison peeks out from under my desk before standing. She’s straightened herself up and turned the overhead fan on, somehow managing to dissipate most, though not all, of the scent.
“I’m… sorry about that.” She grabs her cardigan off the chair and pulls it on, wrapping it tight to hide the wet spots on her breasts from where I sucked her nipples through her shirt. Her shoulders curl in, shame or guilt or some other equally negative emotion clouding her beautiful features.
“None of that.” I cross the room toward her, but leave the door open as a deterrent for myself.
The last thing we need is for me to fall to temptation again.
Lifting her chin with one finger, I force her to look at me.
“You did nothing wrong. This was on me.” She was the vulnerable one in this situation.
I was the asshole with all the power. I still can’t believe I took advantage of her like that.
“I’m the one who needs your forgiveness, Miss Grant. ”
Tears fill her eyes, and she shakes her head. “No. I… maybe… um, thank you. Let’s settle on that. No apologies. Just thank—” She cuts out with a sudden panicked gasp, hand flying to her heart. “Caspian!”