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Blaine sat up and stared at Wayden, mischief shinning in the omega’s eyes. “Whose clothes were those?”

“Matews borrowed them from another professor… I think. He might have stolen them. I didn’t ask.”

“You weren’t Professor Drab after all.”

“Professor Drab? Is that another name you gave me?” Wayden asked, dragging Blaine down and starting to tickle him. Blaine laughed and then jumped off the bed, evading Wayden’s fingers. “How many names did you give me, you little hellion?” Wayden asked, going after him. Blaine screeched and ran to the other side of the room. Wayden lunged forwards and caught him. He held Blaine tight against his chest.

“Do you want to know what I call you now?”

“Tell me?”

“Make me,” Blaine said challenging him.

Wayden growled, dumping Blaine onto the bed and rolling on top of him. They played around until their simple game morphed into something hot and intense. Wayden slammed their lips together.

“I want you again,” Blaine moaned, wrapping his thighs around him. Wayden didn’t need to be asked again. He wrapped his hands around his cock and brought it to Blaine’s hole. “Please, alpha,” Blaine said, just as Wayden slid deep into him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Wayden groaned as he started to move.

“Do you like that?”

“Very much. Call me alpha again,” Wayden said.

“Please, make me come, alpha,” Blaine begged. Wayden clutched Blaine’s hips and made him come, over and over again.

Chapter 22

Blaine

Wayden smoothed his hands over his shirt for the third time in a row. He’d dressed in a formal shirt with the sleeves down to hide his tattoos. Wayden’s tattoos were gorgeous. They were part of who he was. Blaine wondered why he was hiding them.

“Are you nervous?” Blaine asked as they got out of the shuttle.

“A little,” Wayden said. He smoothed his hands over his shirt again. “Do you think your mother is going to like me?”

“She will,” Blaine said. He took Wayden’s hand and pulled him to a stop. “But you have to be the alpha I fell in love with. That means you have to be yourself.” Blaine rolled up Wayden’s sleeves to his elbows, revealing his tattoos.

“I thought…”

“Shhh… if you’re going to say anything negative about them, I don’t want to hear it. My mom will love you, because I love you,” Blaine said, and then continued to walk to the front door. “Do you want to hear something funny?”

Wayden nodded.

“Do you remember the day you came to fetch me from Xaine Covus’ house?”

“Yes. How could I forget? That was the moment my life changed.”

Blaine slapped him. “Don’t. I’m trying to say something serious here. That was the first time I saw the real you. And I thought you were hot. You wore one of your form-fitting shirts, with the sleeves rolled up showing off your tattoos. You looked rough in the he-can-fuck-me-good-kind of way. All I could think about were twisted sheet, damp skin, deep moans, and smooth deep thrusts…”

“Is that something you should be telling me while we’re walking into your mother’s house?” Wayden asked with a groan. “And here I thought you’d never been with an alpha. How could you think of something like that?”

“Just because I had no experience with an alpha doesn’t mean I didn’t fantasise about being with one, even though I vowed never to have sex.”

“You’re a complicated omega,” Wayden complained.

“I know,” Blaine said, opening the door. “Mom, I’m home!” He shouted.

“What the hell? Blaine is that you?” His mother called. Blaine followed her voice to the cooking station. “Oh, my baby,” she said rushing to him. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”

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