Page 8 of The Omega Lesson

“I’m sorry, Mattie. I’ll try to reschedule with him…”

But he waves a dismissive hand. “Let’s just go. It’s after nine and you look wrecked.”

I huff at that, but he’s not wrong. It’s been a long-arse day. “I’ll be glad to get out of these shoes, at least.”

“And to slip into a bubble bath?” He cocks a brow at me and slides closer. “Wait until you see the magic I unleash with body wash and a loofah.”

It’s definitely tempting. But as much as I prefer the flirty light in his eyes to the haunted one, the conference is barely over. There’s still a chance someone might wander by and hear us. “I’ll be fine. And you should head back to the dorm before you miss curfew.”

He just gives me a lazy smile. “You think I don’t know a dozen ways to get in and out of that place without getting caught? And it’s well past Noddy’s bedtime. He’ll be tucked up and snoring like a chainsaw by now.”

Noddy - Mr. Nordstrom - is the housemaster, and responsible for the boarders’ after-hours care. Pushing eighty, he’s deaf as a post. But he’s also an Old Boy, so he’s definitely higher up the food chain than me. “Still, you should head back. It’s been a huge day, and I have heaps to do before the dinner tomorrow night.”

Although, the idea of trading time with Bree so I can write a puff piece on Noddy and his mates is enough to make me scream.

Mattie must be tuned into my moods because he stops me in the doorway to the office, ducking down for a kiss. It’s the barest brush, but his lips are ridiculously soft, his minty scent drawing me in. I want nothing more than to sink into his arms, but I pull back, casting a nervous glance around. Alphas have keen senses, but when I’m tired like this, my instincts are blunted. And the distracting way Mattie is sliding his hands up under my suit jacket isn’t helping. “We can’t, Mattie.”

“I just need a taste,” he murmurs as he presses his thumbs into my lower back. It feels like bliss, the perfect pressure to make me melt against his chest. “Fuck, your alpha juice should be illegal.”

I swallow a laugh at that. Alpha juice isn’t exactly talked about in polite society, but it gives me a little thrill to think Mattie likes the way I taste. Richard never mentioned if my kisses did anything for him, but then, he was always keen to downplay my alpha parts.We’re just two equals,he’d tell me.No need to get all hung up on your biology.

But Mattie looks like he can’t get enough of my alpha parts as he nudges me further into the office, his lips nibbling along my jaw. I don’t put up much of a fight as we taste and touch, his hands warm on my hips as he guides me backwards. Robyn turned the lights off before she left and there’s just enough moonlight for us to make our way over to my desk.

“God, you smell so good,” he groans against my neck. His nose skims up my throat and then he’s gently sucking on my earlobe. “There’s no one around. Will you let me make you feel good, Lexi? I promise to head back to the dorm straight after.”

The pure need in his voice soaks into my bones, and I bite my lip. I really should say no… But who am I kidding? It’s dark. It’s deserted. And Mattie’s brand of goodness is exactly what I need right now.

I’m all liquid want as he props me against the edge of my desk. And I sigh as I lean into him, my hands locking around his neck. “I really want to feel good, Mattie,” I whisper in his ear, “but you’re going to have to be quick about it.”

He groans, but he’s already pushing my skirt up and sliding his hands over the tingling skin of my thighs. Pantyhose are mandatory for all school functions, but I cheated tonight and went with a pair of sheer stay-ups. They’re stockings without the uncomfortable gusset part, and Mattie goes as still as a statue when his fingers find the lacy tops. “Jesus. Are you trying to kill me, Miss?”

I shrug, nuzzling the frantic pulse in his neck. “You can’t complain about the easy access, though.”

That gets a tortured growl out of him, and it seems my cheeky stockings tip him over the edge. His minty scent spikes hard, drowning out the harsher smell of old books and sweaty socks that no amount of air freshener can fix. He nudges me hard against the desk, his hands parting my thighs as his mouth ravishes mine. I fall into his kiss, drinking down his panting breaths and winding my tongue around his.

God, I don’t know about my alpha juice, but Mattie tastes like a dream. I lap at his minty mouth while the hard outline of his erection jabs against my hip. I squirm, trying to angle him closer, but he suddenly drops to his knees and drags my legs over his shoulders. I give a squeak of surprise, but he just grunts and sinks his mouth over my underwear. I have a moment to thank Robyn for her sage advice, and then I’m melting into a puddle all over our desk. Because Mattie’s perfect tongue is burning a hole straight through my back-up undies.

Oh. My.Goodness.

Everything narrows down to the pressure of his puffy lips and the strokes of his hungry tongue.

We never got to this stage in my bed, which seems ridiculous now, because there’s no better sensation in the world than Mattie lapping at my throbbing core. “Oh, God.”

“That good, babe?”

“Yes!” The ragged moan that leaves my throat seems to spur him on, because there’s a loud rip and then the last barrier between us is gone. Not giving me a chance to grab the tattered remains of my underwear, he dives straight in, his shoulders rippling under me. He’s like an animal straining against its leash as he licks and nibbles and sucks my aching flesh.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he growls, pausing long enough to gaze up at me in the moonlight. “I know you want me to be quick, but I never want to stop eating you out, Lexi.” He leans in and gives me a hungry lick, his tiger eyes glowing in the dim light. “This is it for me, babe. Every time you turn around, I’m gonna be on my knees, begging for a taste.”

My wanton moan echoes in the tiny office. I deserve to be driven out of this school with pitchforks, because instead of pushing him away, I thread my fingers through his soft hair and mash him into my pussy. “Finish me off, Mattie. Drink down my alpha juice.”

He gives another of those grunting groans that sends lightning up my spine and then latches onto my clit. He rolls it with his tongue as his finger slides into me, teasing my walls. It’s like he has a map of all my most sensitive parts and I jerk in his hold, my toes curling in my heels. “Don’t stop, Mattie! I’m so close.”

He growls his agreement, and then sucks my clit into his mouth. That lightning in my veins is now lava, shooting down my limbs. Even though I told him to hurry, it feels so good I want it to last forever. But it’s no use. I’m cresting right at the edge of the wave.

“Touch yourself, Mattie!”

“Really?” His voice cracks, like a kid on Christmas morning. “Here?”

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