32. Enzo
Enzo
L ast grade put in, and…done.
Sighing, I sit back in my computer chair, eyeing my laptop with disdain.
I never thought I'd miss my days in the Omega Protection Bureau.
I wasn't lying to Hannah, Noah, and Austin when I told them I'd seen things that would give them nightmares.
But…I mean, at least I didn't have to grade papers and keep myself from falling asleep at my desk.
Last night was…one of the best nights of my life. As a result though, I stayed up too late, working alongside my pack to wring orgasm after orgasm from our omega. Even now, my knot throbs, begging for release.
Whose idea was it to hold off on letting her return the favor until she was sure of our intentions?
Right…mine. Fuck me.
My office, thank goodness, is free of students seeking my office hours, and I'm just about ready to head home for the day. That is, until my phone rings.
Brow furrowing as I see who's calling, I answer quickly. "Noah? Is everything okay?"
"Hey, prof," Noah's voice comes through my phone speaker. He sounds fine, if not a little concerned. "I have an update on Lizzie Collins."
My heart stops for a second. I had completely forgotten that I asked Noah to look into her. Part of me wants to tell him to drop it, because, does it really matter? Whatever happened almost twenty years ago was obviously a mistake, and I have my omega now.
But there's something in his voice that tells me he's holding back. Now I need to know what it is.
"Why doesn't that sound like good news?" I ask, shutting my laptop.
"Well, maybe because by all accounts…Lizzie Collins doesn't exist."
My mind goes blank. Lizzie…doesn't exist? "I…I mean, her full name was Elizabeth." I say dumbly. Obviously he would have checked that.
"I've checked Elizabeth, Lizzie with an i-e, Lizzy with a y, and Beth.
While she was enrolled at Starbrook City University in the time frame you gave me—which is wild, because I was like.
..in fifth grade." He snorts, and I roll my eyes.
"But…" his voice turns serious again, "other than that, no bank accounts, no places of residences, nothing to indicate that Lizzie Collins is a real person. "
"What does that mean?" I frown, crossing my arms.
"It means…" he sighs. "Maybe Hank was onto something when he accused her of stealing. Maybe he caught her before she did anything, and then she left."
"So…so you think she found a way to make us all think we were her scent matches?" How would that even be possible?
"We've been seeing an uptick in drugs being manufactured.
You know how Cady De Lucca took that experimental drug—TruBond—to alter her scent to seem bonded?
I've been doing some research and it looks like the drug has some not-so-wholesome origins.
It's possible she had access to a beta version of this different drug that altered her scent to nearby alphas to induce a sort of mini-rut. "
My stomach turns. How…she…"She put us into a rut?" I choke out.
"If this is what happened, it was a very minor one. Enough to trigger a response of your instincts, and if an omega shows up, claiming you're their mate, I can see how you'd believe it."
It makes sense now, why other alphas always perked up in her presence. I'm going to have to tell the others what I've found.
"Shit. Well, thanks for letting me know. I guess I'll…"
"Oh, Enzo?" Noah cuts me off, his voice a little mischievous. "Has the gift I dropped off arrived yet?"
"Gift?" I furrow my brow. "What gift—"
A small knock sounds at my door, and it creaks open to reveal my omega. "Professor?" she asks in an innocent voice. "Do you have a minute? I'd like to speak to you about my grade."
Fuck. Me.
"Just got here," I grit out into the phone as Hannah smiles, stepping in and shutting my door behind her. Fucking hell, what is she wearing ? That is the shortest skirt I've ever seen.
All thoughts of Lizzie flee my mind and Noah barks a laugh before hanging up.
"Little omega," I growl, turning my chair to face her. "You're going to be the death of me."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, sir ," she says, pulling up the socks that were pushed down around her ankles and revealing…thigh highs.
Fucking thigh highs.
My cock strains hard against my dress pants at the vision of my omega.
"Like I said, I'm not very happy with the grade I received on my paper, and I'm wondering if there's anything I can do to fix it?
" She shrugs off her jacket, revealing a low cut top that gives me an ample view of her delicious cleavage.
Her wavy hair brushes the tops of her shoulders, and the whole look is sexy as hell.
I'm taking it that this is her telling me she's sure of us.
"I'm sure we could work something out," my voice grates as she drops her jacket on the chair next to the door. "Lock the door, Ms. Beckham, I have an extra credit assignment for you."
Gods, this is hot.
This is the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life.
She turns the lock, then saunters over to me, her hips swaying. If she thinks just because she initiated this game that she's in control here, she has another thing coming.
She stops just in front of me, holding her hands behind her back. "What is it, professor?"
"On your knees, Ms. Beckham." Her perfume fills the area, brown sugar and peaches making my dick even harder. I'll be lucky if I don't blow my load two seconds into this.
Pupils blown, she drops to her knees and shuffles closer, immediately reaching for my belt, but I stop her. "No, Ms. Beckham, you must be a patient omega. Do you understand? For this extra credit, you have to do exactly as I tell you."
"Yes, sir." My cock pulses at her words as she swallows, nodding and putting her hands in her lap. "I really want this extra credit."
"Good girl." I give her a gentle smile and push a strand of hair behind her ear. "Now, only do what I say, okay?"
"Yes sir," she breathes, and licks her lips as she eyes my crotch.
Like I said, the death of me.
"You may undo my belt and take my cock out." Her hands are a little shaky as she reaches for me, so I stop her, placing my hands on top of hers, pausing our little scene. "Are you alright, reinita ?" I ask quietly. "You're shaking."
"Adrenaline," she lets out a little laugh, "I've never done anything like this before. Role play."
"You'll tell me if it's too much?" I ask, loving how trusting her eyes are as she looks up at me.
"I promise, alpha." I look at her face, studying it. When I find that I don't see any signs of distress or that she somehow thinks she has to do this, I nod and release her hands.
"Very well then," my bravado is back, "belt and cock."
Despite her shaky hands she makes quick work of my belt, and unbuttons my pants with ease. I help her a little, sitting up slightly so we can shimmy my pants down, and then she looks up at me. "What now, sir?"
"Put it in your mouth." My voice is rough.
"But don't move yet." A groan leaves me as her hot, wet mouth envelopes me, making my head fall back against my seat.
"Ohhhh, that's…that's very good Ms. Beckham.
" She moans a little around me, the sound sending vibrations across my cock.
I sit for a second, my head back as Hannah breathes through her nose.
She swallows around me, making me jolt a little at the sensation.
"What a good omega," I groan, then start to shallowly move my hips, "match my pace now, okay?
" She nods as she starts to move her head, sucking and twirling her tongue around my head.
I sit back and let her take over, moving her head at a depth she's comfortable with.
"Fuck, Hannah. So good for me. My good girl.
" A little whimper leaves her as I gather her hair at the base of her head into a ponytail, not to pull or guide her, but just so I can see her face.
"So beautiful, taking my cock," I murmur, using my thumb to wipe away an errant tear that had started falling down her cheek.
She hollows out her cheeks, damn near sucking my soul out of my body and my head falls back again, the base of my spine tingling in the way that tells me I'm about to come down my omega's throat.
"Alright, Ms. Beckham," I use the hand in her hair to gently pull her back, "as much as I would love to cum all the way down that pretty throat of yours, I have something else in mind to complete your extra credit assignment. "
She licks her lips as she pops off my cock, nodding at me. "Whatever you think is best, sir."
I release her hair, letting it fall back down around her shoulders.
"Please stand, Ms. Beckham." She immediately complies, and I reach a hand under her skirt.
"No panties, Ms. Beckham?" I raise my brow at her as I run my fingers through her soaking wet pussy, and she whimpers at my touch, her legs shifting to spread wider.
"And so wet, too. Did it turn you on to suck my cock?
" She arches as my thumb passes over her clit.
"It did, professor. I loved sucking your cock." Gods, this woman is perfect.
"Well then, let's see how much it turns you on to ride it.
" Putting my hands on her waist, I mentally thank the faculty for giving me a desk chair with no arms. I drag my omega to stand on either side of my legs, and she lowers herself.
"Grab it, Ms. Beckham," I order her, "line yourself up and sink down. "
She follows my directions, her small hand grasping my throbbing dick, lining herself up before sinking all the way to the top of my knot. A cry leaves her at the same time a low moan escapes me, and her tight, hot pussy is almost enough to have me coming right then and there.
"Ride me, Hannah," I choke out, my arms grasping her ass under her skirt.
She looks at me questioningly, no doubt wondering about my change in demeanor. "Not Ms. Beckham?"
"I want my first time to be with you, reinita , as your alpha."
Her arms wrap around my neck as she brings her mouth to mine, and I devour her, greedy for her touch, the sensation of plush skin on my body. She bounces on my cock, the chair squeaking in time to our pace, and she breaks our kiss on a breathless giggle. "The chair sounds like it's going to break."
"I'll buy a new one," I tell her before sealing her mouth to mine again. I help her, the hands on her ass lifting her up and down my shaft. Each drag of her inner walls around my throbbing cock pulls the feeling at the base of my spine tighter and tighter.
She breaks our kiss again. "Fuck, Enzo, I'm so close! Knot me, please!"
I'm powerless to resist her pleas, and the second I feel her orgasm, the way she flutters around me, I thrust up as hard as I can, my knot popping into the space right inside her pussy that only omegas have.
Her muscles contract around me, milking my knot for all it's worth, and as she shatters, so do I.
My arms have moved to wrap around her waist, my face is in her perfect breasts, and she shrieks with pleasure as my knot helps her ride the wave of her orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hannah ," I groan, spilling my release inside her, painting her walls with my cum.
My hips slow, and then we're stopped, her, stuck to me as she straddles my lap.
"Oh, Enzo," she pants, catching her breath as she runs a hand through my hair. "That was…"
"Perfect." I press a kiss to her chest before adjusting us so I'm leaning back in my chair, her head lying on my chest. Neither of us will be going anywhere for a good twenty or so minutes.
"You were perfect, reinita . Now, rest." My hand strokes through her hair as she snuggles into me, and I'll now rank this horrible workday as my best one.
"Hey, Enzo?" Her tired voice asks a few minutes later.
"Yes, reinita ?"
"What does that mean? Reinita ? I haven't had the courage to look it up."
I chuckle, making her head move a little. I'm glad she didn't look it up. If she did, she'd think I've been calling her "vain woman" all this time. "It means 'little queen'. You are the queen of my heart, preciosa . Do not ever doubt that."