Page 50 of The Omega Project

I grin up at him. “I’m so glad fate hooked me up with the biggest nerd on campus.”

“Biggest,hottestnerd,” he clarifies, returning my smile, “and I could make the same claim.”

“So, what now?” I ask him, wiggling a little on his lap. “We go home and have a big claiming orgy?”

His eyes pop wide, and something long and hard starts to swell under my butt. “I’m not familiar with that ritual,” he says slowly. “Please explain, mentee.”

“Well, if all our mating bonds are inevitable…”

“Fate doesn’t rule out choice,” he says gently. “You still get to decide who, when, and how.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. “Good. Because I told Creed and Soren to take care of business before I let either of them off their sex ban.” When his eyes widen even further, I wave a hand. “We chatted about it in the library.”

“And here I was thinking you went there to study,” he says silkily, his fingers drawing a slow circle on my bare knee.

“We did, but Creed had all the bathrooms mapped out in case we needed a break.” I give him my most innocent look. “Personally, I prefer the privacy of Professor Fall’s office.”

“You do?” His hand slides up my thigh and under the hem of my skirt. “So we can debate free will and random chance some more?”

I waggle my brows at him. “I was thinking more along the lines of letting our lizard brains out to play.”

His chuckle is smothered against my lips, his tongue dipping into my eager mouth. We make out until his heady flavor has me moaning and rubbing against him, my hands clutching the soft leather of his jacket. “You’re warm,” he says when we come up for air and presses his hand to my forehead. “Feeling okay?”

I nod, even though there’s a familiar itch growing under my skin. “Is it a heat spike, do you think?”

“Most likely, but I should check.” He lifts me off his lap and places me on the edge of his desk, a question in his eyes. “The door’s locked. Are you okay if I touch you?”

“God, yes,” I moan, opening my thighs as far as the denim skirt will allow. “Inspect away, Professor Fall.”

He gives me a predatory look as he slides a finger past the edge of my lace underwear and swirls it between my aching folds. When he pulls it out and sucks the smear of slick coating the tip, I bite my lip to hold in a low moan. “Heat sweet,” he confirms, a matching fire igniting in his eyes. “Want me to take you home to your nest, or should I take care of you right here on my desk?”

“I wasn’t kidding about liking your office,” I reply, dropping back and propping my booted heels on the arms of his chair. “Maybe I should leave my mark on your desk since I never got to roll around in your leather collection.”

“Well, that’s something we can fix.” He peels off his jacket and lies it across his blotter, hitching me up until I’m cushioned by the soft material. When he’s done, he stares down at me with hungry eyes, his erection pushing against the zipper of his jeans. “You look delicious, sweetheart. So open and ready for me.”

“Then don’t make me wait, Alpha,” I beg, reaching for his belt.

He strips it off with gratifying speed, then pauses to look down between my thighs. “You’re not too sore from your heat?”

“I’m perfect,” I pant, lifting my hips to squirm out of my skirt. “But take my tee off, okay? It’s my favourite band, and I don’t want to ruin it.”

He grunts, but he doesn’t hesitate to peel me out of my clothes until all I’m wearing is a silky red bra and my cherry-red boots. “What a gorgeous picture,” he mutters, tearing at his own shirt and bringing his naked chest into glorious view. His voice is lust-soaked gravel as he runs his hands down my thighs and grips the tops of my boots. “This is one work memory I want permanently etched on my brain.”

A quip rises to my lips, but the next moment he’s wrapping my legs around his waist and sinking into my needy core. I’m not as hazy as I was during my full heat, and as he slides deeper, the stretch fires up every nerve ending. It also makes my back arch,and Lang is there to capture my breasts in his hands, a growl echoing in his chest as he sucks my nipples through their veil of red lace. “My perfect mate. You’re taking me so well.”

The compliment sends a shudder through me, our mate bond singing like a windchime. “You feel so good, Lang. Don’t stop.”

“Never. Your sweet pussy is never getting rid of me now.”

I groan and push up off the desk, trying to take him even deeper. Every thrust is rattling the drawers, and the thought of one of his eager little students walking by and hearing us puts a smug smile on my face. Lang, of course, notices, and arches an amused brow at me. “You look like the cat who got the cream.”

“Just marking my territory,” I reply, lying back and rubbing myself on the soft leather of his jacket. It smells like Lang, with just a faint trace of my own perfume, and I rub harder. “I want our scent to leak into your walls, so no one ever forgets that the PILF is all mine.”

“My possessive bee mentee,” Lang hums, and I can taste his satisfaction on the air as he curls his hands around the globes of my arse. “I should carry you around campus like this…” He pushes forward with a grunt, and I open my thighs wider, fireworks starting to sizzle in my chest. “Walking around with you sitting on my hard knot like the perfect little mate.”

“Ah…” I’m not sure if it’s the image or the fact his knot is pushing inside me that tips me over the edge. But I come in a gush, his swollen base locking us together a moment before I feel the flood of his cum. It’s hot and thick, the mark of a powerful alpha, and it ignites a purr that has Lang staring down at me with adoration in his eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”

“The board of admissions,” I pant, then push myself up and wind my arms around his neck. It brings my tingling nipples in direct contact with the patch of hair on his chest, and I rub myself against him as he falls back into his chair. We’re both liberally coated in our combined fluids, and I rake my handsthrough his copper curls as he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss. I can’t help biting down a little, marking his bottom lip with my teeth, and he chuckles. “Greedy.”

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