Omega Teacher’s Secret

pulled tight and he came, pleasure crashing through his body.
He spilled into Ian, his knot swelling. Couldn’t think.
He tugged Ian’s clothes off his legs. Spread Ian’s thighs apart, and leaned in close. Then he pressed kisses all over Ian’s face, cupping his jaw, running his scent through Ian’s hair, too.
And now Ian smelled completely like Brad. Brad sniffed at Ian’s face, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Good?”
Ian breathed out shakily. “Far better than ‘good’.”
Brad rumbled, dragging his fingers down Ian’s arms. Ian’s shirt was halfway off his shoulders, but the rest of him was naked. Delicious. “Want my knot?”
“Yes. Please.”
Brad kissed down his throat. Felt as his knot swelled inside his omega, stretching him open. Ian groaned, shivering against Brad.
This felt good. Felt like they belonged together.
Brad dragged his wrists down Ian’s sides, nuzzling his throat. He swept his hands up to Ian’s middle, pausing at his belly.
Ian hadn’t been pregnant last week, while he was in heat. At that point, Brad hadn’t been looking closely—he hadn’t noticed Ian’s belly bump from his previous pregnancy.
And now there was a second child in there.
“Whose is it?” Brad murmured, kissing Ian’s jaw. “Mine?”
“Yes,” Ian blurted. Then he tensed, sucking in a sharp breath. “Shit. I wasn’t—you weren’t supposed to know.”
Brad swallowed, his breath rushing out of him. So that was really his baby in there.
It felt like a punch to the gut, even though he’d been prepared for it. He wasn’t ready to be a dad. “Why wasn’t I supposed to know?”
Ian sighed. “Your father is my boss, Brad. He can find some reason or other to fire me.”
“It’s not like he knows we fucked,” Brad said. He hadn’t seen his father at all last week, after he’d left the classroom.
“It’s complicated.”
“How is it complicated?” Brad frowned. “You can’t mean he knows about us.”
Ian hesitated. “He knows.”
“How did that even happen?” Brad asked, incredulous. Seemed impossible. “It’s not like you told him we fucked at school.”
When Ian sighed again, it was bone-deep. “He saw us. Seven years ago.”
Brad’s stomach shriveled. “The fuck?”
“Yeah.”
“And you never told me?”
“It was either that or lose my job, okay?” Ian snapped. “I figured you didn’t have to know.”
Brad wracked his mind, trying to recall if his dad ever showed any signs of knowing. He couldn’t remember, though. He hadn’t paid attention, aside from his dad saying his 3.7 GPA sucked. Dad had been adamant that Brad stop schooling. So Brad had joined the fire department instead.
“That was seven years ago,” Brad said. “He should’ve forgotten by now.”
Ian exhaled. “No, he hasn’t forgotten.”
“So he’s been holding that over you the whole time?” Brad asked.
“Yeah.” After a pause, Ian added, “I signed an agreement.”
“What agreement?”
“To cease all contact with you.”
They were knotted together right now, so a fat lot of good that had done. Brad rolled his hips; his knot pushed deeper into Ian. Ian moaned, his nails biting into Brad’s skin.
“This shouldn’t happen again,” Ian whispered.
Brad growled. Ian didn’t seem repulsed by him. If he were, he’d be trying to get away. “You don’t want to see me, or you just think you shouldn’t?”
Ian didn’t answer, but it was obvious what his choice would be.
“It’s not like he knows whose it is,” Brad said, covering Ian’s belly with his palm. “I mean, unless you’ve talked to him in the past week…”
“I haven’t. It’s just… risky. At the end of the day, you don’t need to know whose child it is. I’m not asking you for support, or to be responsible.”
Something didn’t seem right. Brad frowned, stroking Ian’s side. “I’ll be responsible for it. It’s not like you need to do this alone. I’m not that kind of alpha.”
Ian tried to squirm away, but Brad hugged him close. Breathed in his rose and musk, nuzzling his ear in the darkness.
“We need to stop meeting,” Ian said.
Brad kissed his neck, and Ian shivered, squeezing Brad’s thigh. It wasn’t the reaction of someone who didn’t want Brad around. “I’ll talk to my dad. I’m old enough to make my own damn decisions.”
Ian tensed against him. “No. Don’t.”
“It’s not like he’s got you blackmailed or something.”
Ian didn’t answer again, and Brad was starting to recognize a pattern. “He fucking blackmailed you?”
“It’s complicated,” Ian said tiredly. “Just… don’t. I can’t afford to lose my job right now.”
“He has no right to threaten you,” Brad growled. It wasn’t out of the question with his dad, but blackmailing Ian? What the fuck kind of alpha did that? “I’m gonna talk to him.”
By ‘talk’, he meant ‘punch his dad’.
Ian dug his nails into Brad’s thigh. “No. Seriously. I need my job, Brad. I don’t mind the agreement I have with him. It’s not so terrible.”
“You’re mine,” Brad growled. “No other alpha should have a hold on you.”
Ian chuckled. “I’m not yours.”
That stung. Brad bit his tongue, wanting to show Ian just how much he was Brad’s. He had Brad’s knot inside him, he had Brad’s child in his belly. His heart wasn’t Brad’s, though.
“Gwen still needs another surgery,” Ian said quietly. “After that, when she’s stable, maybe you can talk to your dad.”
Wasn’t good enough. “What kind of hold does he have on you?” Brad growled. “He ask you for sex?”
Ian shuddered. “Gods, no. Just that I have no contact with you at all.”
Well, fuck that.
Brad leaned in, slipping his fingers into Ian’s hair. Then he meshed their lips together, licked into Ian’s mouth. Ian groaned and opened for him, and it seemed he had no desire to stop anytime soon.
The conversation lingered in Brad’s mind, bits of information whirling around like there were more dots to be connected. Brad’s father knew about the first time they fucked. Ian didn’t want him to find out about the baby, and it wasn’t like Brad’s father would immediately jump to conclusions if he saw Brad with Ian.
But what if Dad had something reminding him? Ian had another child. What if Brad’s father knew who Gwen’s other dad was?
“Gwen,” Brad said against Ian’s lips. “She has my eyes.”