Omega Teacher’s Secret

“Come home with me,” he whispered. “Gonna fuck you all night. Until you scream.”
McMillan bit down hard on his lip, until his skin turned white. He stared at Brad, yearning. “I—I can’t.”
Brad shoved away his disappointment. “Tomorrow?”
“I just… I can’t go home with you. Not right now. I should be elsewhere.” Then he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I told June I’d be back after class.”
Brad scowled, something in his chest snarling with jealousy. “She your alpha?”
McMillan laughed shakily. “Gods, no.”
“Then you have nowhere to be, do you?”
McMillan met his eyes. He hesitated, his long, thin fingers pausing on the desk. “There’s family. I can’t—can’t give you more than fifteen minutes. Half an hour at most.”
“I’ll take that,” Brad said. “Think we’ll be done in half an hour?”
Carefully, he touched McMillan’s waist. Curled his fingers around McMillan’s side, watching as McMillan leaned toward him, like he was trying to stop himself from getting too close.
His musk rolled into Brad’s nose, and Brad breathed in deep—the scent of an omega who craved him.
He leaned in to kiss his professor.
McMillan wrenched his face away. “No—not yet. I need to—to send a text.”
He took a small step back, as though being any closer to Brad would make him forget. Then he fished around in his bag, pulled his phone out. Brad watched as McMillan opened his chat conversation with June.
Be there in half an hour, McMillan typed. Sorry. Something came up.
He hit Send and dropped the phone back into his bag, closing his eyes. “Gods, I think I’m depraved.”
“Then so am I.”
Brad reached up, caught McMillan’s chin. Tipped his face up so their eyes met. McMillan’s chest heaved.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” Brad whispered, “and I’ll stop.”
McMillan laughed, low, almost helplessly. “That’s not an option.”
“Yes, it is.”
“I’m in heat,” the professor snapped. “I’m going to crave an alpha for the next week, all right? And I—I don’t have anyone.”
Something in Brad’s chest unfurled. He leaned in, pressed their foreheads together. “You have me.”
McMillan sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m your teacher.”
“I’m your alpha.”
McMillan whimpered, his body arching toward Brad. Brad’s cock throbbed.
“I’m sorry for leaving,” Brad whispered against his skin. “I shouldn’t have given up trying to contact you.”
“You shouldn’t apologize for that.” McMillan’s breath puffed hot on his skin. “I’m not asking you to make up for it.”
“Yeah, well. Tell my cock that.”
“Your socks, you mean?”
Humor flashed in McMillan’s eyes; his laughter slid into Brad’s ears, low and sweet. Brad’s cheeks burned. “I didn’t do that on purpose, okay?”
“But you were thinking about cocks.” McMillan’s humor faded, his gaze knowing.
Brad swallowed. “Yeah. Yours. And mine.”
McMillan’s eyelids fluttered shut. “Gods, Brad. Stop teasing.”
Brad growled, hunger coursing through his veins. McMillan wanted him. He wanted Brad’s cock plunging inside, and Brad tangled his fingers in McMillan’s wispy hair.
He was fond of his professor, yes. But beneath that, there was a raging undercurrent that demanded he claim this omega as his.
Hadn’t felt this way about anyone else. Hadn’t felt comfortable until now.
“You’re gonna need to keep quiet,” Brad growled, dragging his nose up McMillan’s cheek. Traced the hard line of McMillan’s cock through his pants; it jerked against his fingertips. “Gonna be fucking you hard.”
McMillan froze, his mouth falling open. “Yes,” he groaned, and the scent of his musk filled Brad’s lungs, made something behind his stomach yank.
Blood surged down between Brad’s legs. His cock grew harder, somehow, so big that it fucking hurt. He panted. Needed air. Needed to cover McMillan in his scent.
“Think—think I’m in a rut,” Brad gasped, tipping McMillan’s face back, dragging his lips down McMillan’s exposed throat. Reached between his own legs, adjusting his cock through his jeans.
McMillan whimpered, his fingers twisting into Brad’s shirt, his chest heaving. “This… isn’t a good idea.”
But he was reaching up, dragging his hands over Brad’s bulge, his fingers searching, hungry. McMillan squeezed Brad through his jeans, and Brad swore, rocking into his hands.
Needed to free his cock, let McMillan touch every last inch. Show McMillan what Brad would use to fuck him.
McMillan shuddered, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Brad hadn’t had another omega this hungry before. Hadn’t been needed like McMillan needed him.
No one else had looked at him with eyes so desperate, except McMillan.
“You want my cock.” Brad slid his lips up along McMillan’s throat, breathing in musk and rose. “You want to be thoroughly fucked. Like the last time.”
McMillan groaned, and when Brad kissed up his jaw, McMillan turned his face so their lips met. Brad’s hunger roared in his chest.
“Please,” McMillan whimpered.
Brad devoured him.

3
Ian
Brad’s kiss seared into Ian’s skin, igniting his nerves. His mouth was damp, soft, and Ian opened for him on instinct, welcoming Brad inside. He needed to ease the hunger in his veins, needed to stop the ache in his body. Every cell screamed at him to take Brad’s cock right now, and it was all Ian could do not to strip.
This was the wrong place for it. Brad was his student.
And yet the moment Brad dragged his palm down Ian’s chest, Ian lost the will to protest. Hadn’t had anyone touch him like he was the most desirable person in the world.
There had been alphas in Ian’s past, people he’d dated here and there, a boyfriend he’d almost been serious with. Those alphas had been okay.
Then there was Brad, who swallowed the sounds Ian made in his throat. Brad, who reached between them, cupped Ian’s cock and squeezed, stroking harder when Ian gasped.
Gonna be fucking you hard, Brad had said.
“Brad,” Ian moaned.
Brad slanted his lips so their mouths meshed better. Then he plunged his tongue into Ian’s mouth, claiming him inside. He tasted like coffee and a hint of dinner, and he pinned Ian against the desk, grinding his thick bulge against Ian’s hips. It was heavy on Ian, hungry.
Ian groaned, his briefs stuck to his skin, drenched with slick. He needed Brad’s cock opening him up.
“Sh-Shouldn’t,” he gasped, rocking back.
“Shouldn’t what?” Brad growled. He slid his other hand