Teacher in HeatA 6,000-word short story
Anna Wineheart
Contents
1.Teacher in Heat
Afterword
Omega Teacher’s Baby
Omega’s Stepbrother
The Omega’s Secret Pregnancy
About the Author
Copyright Anna Wineheart 2017
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
This novel contains graphic sexual content between two men. Intended for mature readers only.
Warnings: Self-lubricated butts
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1
Teacher in Heat
It was 9 AM, and three cups of coffee were barely enough. Dale rubbed his temples, staring at the stack of ungraded assignments on his desk.
They were due in an hour. He’d promised his CM 2110 class he’d return by this week, but... he wasn’t feeling up to it. His heat was especially bad this time around. His entire body ached, and there was a tiny nagging in his belly that said, Find an alpha. Find someone with a good, hard knot to fuck you with.
Not the best time to be teaching a class, especially when anyone could smell the musk rolling off him.
Dale winced. He’d taken his heat suppressants. They weren’t working so well this time, though. He’d tried all the herbal remedies he knew, tried a deodorant, and had gotten to work early so he could miss the rush hour on the bus. Not that the Meadowfall rush hour was very crowded at all, but still.
If his TA were around, he’d have asked to borrow her alpha scent, so at least the alphas in his class wouldn’t look at him like he were a piece of meat. But June was off on a surprise sabbatical with her girlfriend—I’m going to propose to Cher, she’d whispered excitedly. Dale hadn’t had the heart to say no when she’d asked, and now she was gone for two full weeks.
So he was alone, nursing his fourth mug of coffee, staring at the organic chemistry homework he’d collected two weeks ago.
And just because the world hated him, Greg’s assignment had to be the first on the pile.
Dale gulped. He remembered that lecture, too. When Greg had waited until the end of class, until everyone else had submitted their assignment. Then he’d stepped up to the podium, set his worksheet on the top of the rest, and looked Dale in the eye.
Want to grab some coffee with me? Greg had asked.
Dale had fumbled through his reply, declining. He couldn’t remember what exactly he’d said. Greg’s eyes had cut away, and he’d stalked through the lecture hall doorway, his shoulders slouched.
Dale sighed. He should just grade the assignments and go to class. But Greg Hasting had been watching him every lecture since the first day of school, and Dale... had a bit of a crush on Greg.
No, scratch that. Dale didn’t have a crush on anyone. He just happened to think that Greg looked beautiful, with his broad shoulders, his black eyes, his chestnut hair all spiked up like he usually styled it. He most definitely had not dreamed about Greg’s chest, his lovely biceps, his jeans hugging his strong thighs.
For someone who was forty-two, Dale shouldn’t be lusting after his student at all. He’d been in this office for a decade. He almost had his tenure. His dreams shouldn’t be filled with a boy who was barely twenty-two, who would attend school at Meadowfall College for another two years, then move on to big towns and bigger dreams.
He swallowed, pulling the first assignment off the stack. When he brought it to his nose, it was mingled with other smells—the floral scents of omegas, the grassy scents of betas.
But he caught that familiar aspen scent beneath it all, the woodsy aroma that was undoubtedly Greg, and for a minute, he imagined Greg’s crinkled eyes, the quirk of his lips, the way he looked over his shoulder at Dale, as though checking to see he was still at his desk.
His heart thumped.
Dale slapped the assignment back onto the pile, swearing at himself. He was old. Past forty, he wasn’t quite so good for bearing children anymore. The thought of Greg looking at him with dark eyes, stepping close, reaching for him... Well. Dale wasn’t under any illusions. At twenty-two and on the basketball team, Greg would be better off with a younger omega, someone who could give him a family.
Dale wasn’t in Greg Hasting’s league at all.
He gulped, sliding Greg’s assignment to the bottom of the pile. Then he grabbed his red pen and uncapped it.
He’d grade the rest of the assignments first. If he finished them all, he’d hand them out to the class today. If he didn’t... well, then perhaps they’d have to wait another week.
An hour later and still aching, he found himself at the chemistry wing classrooms, two minutes before the bell rang. Students loitered around the corridors, waiting for the classrooms to empty out so they could head in.
Dale hugged the worksheets to himself. He’d graded them all on time—well, most of them. By the time he’d reached Greg’s assignment, it was five minutes to class, and he’d shoved it back to the bottom of the pile. Greg could wait, probably. Dale would return everyone else’s assignments first.
He stepped into the hallway, weaving between chattering students. Then he felt the faint prickle of a stare. Someone was watching him. And Dale didn’t have to guess who it was, because it was the same alpha every time.
He looked up anyway.
Across the crowded hallway, Greg Hastings looked back at him, his gaze steady. Dale’s heart missed a beat. Of course Greg would be watching
