“Wait just a minute, and I can show you,” Beau says, drawing out Killer and reaching for my bunny as well. He creates a makeshift pen for them by laying some of the classroom furniture on its side to form a triangle, lovingly sets the animals inside, and then returns to me with desire flaring in his eyes.
And then we’re together again.
Beau’s fingers begin squeezing, creeping up my legs as his head lifts. His bright eyes have turned dark with lust, as if he can scent my desire for him. Slowly he creeps closer, watching my face, gauging my reaction, waiting for me to protest. His fingers slip further up the tops of my legs, reaching my shorts before pressing further.
“Like I was saying, I’m so, so grateful,” he murmurs, his hands slipping down to stroke the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs while his eyes never leave mine.
I draw in a shuddering breath, my clit absolutely pulsing with need. He’s so close now, an inch over from either hand and he’d be there.
As if reading my thoughts, Beau allows one thumb to trail lightly over me, only a fine layer of nylon between his skin and mine.
My head tilts back at the sensation, a moan escaping my lips as I clutch the arms of the chair.
Taking that for permission to continue, one of Beau’s hands slides down my leg while the other continues to tease my clit through my shorts. The next sensation that assaults my quivering body is Beau’s lips pressed to the inside of my knee, trailing the lightest of kisses up my thigh while he holds my leg in place.
He’s taking his sweet-ass time, and it drives me absolutely mad. My fingers clutch at his head, encouraging him closer as my breathing increases to heavy pants.
Beau chuckles lightly as he continues his leisurely pace, but he presses his thumb more firmly against me which draws another gasp from my lips. When he reaches the apex of my thighs he trails his tongue lightly over my shuddering flesh before pulling back.
My head straightens with a jerk, and I look down to find him smirking back at me. “Am I forgiven now?” The question is teasing, but his voice is low and rough; clearly he is enjoying himself as much as I am.
“Do you want to be forgiven, or do you want to continue working for it?” I ask huskily, my fingers twining through his hair and occasionally tugging lightly.
Beau licks his lips in response. “Hmm, I’ve always had a hard time respecting someone who forgives too easily.” His half-open eyes drop to the hand still caressing me through my shorts and he pinches his lower lip between his teeth, watching my body following the motion.
“Well then,” I shove him back roughly and close my legs. A brief flash of anger crosses his face before he realizes I’ve lifted my body off the chair, giving him permission to remove my shorts.
Lust replacing the anger in an instant, Beau’s fingers slide under the waistband and tug firmly, dragging my shorts down to my ankles before I lower my butt to the hard wooden seat.
I’d settled back into the natural curve of the chair, but Beau reaches forward and digs his fingers into my cheeks, tugging my ass forward to give him easier access.
I oblige, the air cool on my newly exposed flesh, and I lean back and spread my knees, providing all the access he could require.
A low hum sounds in his chest and he just stares at me for a moment, spread out like a buffet before him. I watch his face, confused at his hesitation when the expression he wears is unmistakable hunger.
Then, with no pretense whatsoever, he buries his face between my legs. The sudden movement draws a gasp from me, followed immediately by a loud moan of pleasure at the multitude of sensations.
Beau doesn’t fuck around—his mouth goes immediately for my clit, and the man knows what he’s doing. Swirling, sucking, nibbling, all with increasing pressure and speed like a well-rehearsed ballet.
My fingers clench in his hair and my hips press forward, desperate for the sensation to continue growing and take me over the edge. Sitting here in a teacher’s chair, this most alpha of alphas on his knees before me, is such an incredible turn-on. It feels powerful, and eventhinkingabout power makes me that much more excited.
I’m no omega—I know that now—but when I feel Beau’s finger press at my entrance I’m so wet he slides right in. He toys with one for a moment, then clearly not getting the response he wants he adds a second. A whining, pleading moan pours from my mouth, and he chuckles again while he works.
The combination of sensations is almost overwhelming. No amount of toys can compare to the way it feels to have hot flesh caressing me from the inside out. Beau’s breath on my belly, his hot mouth on my clit, the stroking sensation inside that a vibrator could never replicate fully—before I know it I’m running headlong for an orgasm I can just feel will be life changing.
My moans increase in intensity, and I’m not pressing Beau’s head to my body so much as riding his face from below.
Finally the sensations explode, my body clamping down and contracting repeatedly on Beau’s fingers as his tongue continues to circle my clit, drawing out the orgasm for what feels like eternity on fluffy white clouds.
And then I’m immediately brought crashing down to earth.
Professor Theoden Hudson’s angry voice rings through the room. “What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?”
eleven
AMBER
What a wild fucking ride. When I first got dumped at Drakewood, I thought for sure I didn’t belong. Now I find myself enjoying the coursework,reallyenjoying the private company of my classmates, and letting my alpha flag fly high for all to see.