“Goddamn,” Greg muttered, sliding his blunt tip over Dale’s hole. It rubbed over him, back and forth, not pushing in.
Dale groaned. “Inside, please.”
“Gonna take my knot?”
“Fuck yes,” Dale said, pushing up at him, and Greg pressed his cock against Dale’s hole, slowly, stretching him open.
Then he slid inside, big and thick and hot, and Dale’s thoughts fled his mind. “Greg,” he choked, his body stretching around Greg’s cock.
“Gods,” Greg breathed, sinking all the way in, his balls pressed up against Dale’s ass, and Dale panted against the desk, Greg big inside him. “You’re so damn tight.”
“More,” Dale moaned.
And Greg slid out, shoving back in, building a rhythm that Dale couldn’t ignore, when this alpha had all the control over him, pumping into his ass, driving the breath from his lungs. “Harder!”
“You’re so pushy,” Greg said, fucking viciously, and pleasure hummed through Dale’s body. “Hard enough?”
“No,” Dale said. Greg chuckled. His next stroke slid right against Dale’s prostate, sent a jolt of lightning-hot pleasure down his nerves. And Dale forgot his own name, forgot how to even breathe, when Greg fucked deeper into him, sliding one hand around to hold Dale’s cock, fucking Dale into his own hand. Dale shuddered, gasping for breath, pleasure thrumming through his body.
“Gonna come inside you,” Greg growled in his ear, sliding deliberately into him.
His words yanked at something primal inside Dale, something that made him want, and pleasure crashed through Dale in a blinding flood, made him tense as he spilled, spurt after spurt after spurt, and it never seemed to end, when Greg plowed deep into him, chasing his own release.
Greg’s thrusts turned feverish. His breathing grew ragged, his grip tightening on Dale’s hip.
“Breed me,” Dale whispered over his shoulder.
Greg shuddered, snarling, sliding home into Dale, his cock pulsing. Then he began to knot, leaning back to pull out.
Dale caught his wrist. He didn’t want Greg to leave, not this soon, not when he’d helped ease Dale through his heat. “Stay.”
Greg hesitated. Then he slid back in, so Dale’s hole stretched wide around his knot. Dale moaned, taking him, until Greg’s knot sat inside his body, swelling bigger yet.
It reached its full size, locking them together. Dale gasped, his ass pleasantly filled. It had been a while since he’d let someone knot in him.
But he trusted Greg. When Greg slid his arms around Dale’s chest, Dale knew he’d made the right decision. Or the better of his shitty decisions, when he was still a professor, and his student had knotted inside him.
It had been a very good fuck. When Greg moved, Dale felt his knot shift inside, an intimate touch that... probably shouldn’t have happened.
“Do you regret this?” Greg asked, pressing his nose to Dale’s shoulder, breathing him in.
Dale relaxed. The release had made him calm and sleepy. He should be feeling tense, or regretting this, but all he wanted was to lean into Greg, cuddle against him. “I don’t know. Do you regret it?”
“No,” Greg said. “Been waiting to do this for months.”
Dale swallowed. He knew that. He’d caught on from the very first day they’d met. And now that he’d fucked Dale, Greg would move on to the next person, leaving Dale behind. “Are you hunting down the next omega professor?”
Greg’s fingers twitched against Dale’s belly. “What?”
Dale repeated his question, looking at the scattered papers on his desk. The lesson plans, the duplicate worksheets, his timetable. He had a job in this place. And here he was, with his pants down. And Greg felt delicious against him.
The question shouldn’t have been who Greg was after next. The question should have been whether Dale would be fired from his job.
“Never mind,” Dale said, his stomach turning. “I-I won’t speak about this further. You shouldn’t be here.”
“I’m not leaving,” Greg said. “I’m not looking for anyone else.”
“Why?” Dale didn’t dare look at him. A secret thrill ran down his spine, even though it shouldn’t. “You’re young. There are so many other people on this campus. Plenty of young omegas you can settle down with.”
“I want you.” Greg nuzzled into his hair, and Dale’s breath caught.
“You shouldn’t. You know that. I’m too old for you.”
“Fuck what anyone else thinks.”
Dale huffed. “That’s what you tell your professor?”
“You’re Dale to me now,” Greg said, his arms curving tighter around Dale’s chest. He rolled his hips, and Dale felt the push and pull of Greg’s knot inside him, a reminder of what they’d done. And what they were now. Dale was... no longer only Greg’s professor, not when they’d done this. It felt like he’d broken a cardinal rule, and the gods would smite him now.
“I want you to be my omega,” Greg said.
Dale’s heart missed a beat. “What? You can’t be serious. I’m older than you—”
“I know that. Stop saying it.” Greg pressed a kiss to Dale’s shoulder, then laced their fingers together. “I want to go out with you. I’ve asked you several times.”
Dale gulped. “I thought you were just... baiting me.”
Greg bit into Dale’s shoulder, an inch away from his scent gland. “Want you.”
Dale’s breath hitched. Greg seemed to be serious about him. And Dale could scarcely believe it. “You barely even know me.”
“Then let me know you.”
And Dale’s blood ran hot and cold at the same time. In that moment, it felt as though he could glimpse into the future: Greg and himself curled up in his bed, Greg visiting his office, Dale treating Greg to lunch. Greg’s scent lingering on his skin, marking Dale as his. And somehow, someone would recognize it.
“I won’t tell,” Greg said. He pressed kisses up Dale’s neck, and buried his nose in Dale’s hair. “I promise.”
Dale’s throat tightened. No one had pursued him for this long before. No one had thought
