Page 34 of Welcome to Seaman's Cove: Part One
The urge to flip her skirt up and see her pink slit makes me fist the edge of the desk, but I resist. There are some lines I still won’t cross. I might be her scent match, but she’s still my student. There’s an inherent power imbalance in our relationship that goes beyond alpha and omega. She might have told me she wants this, but she’s not thinking clearly right now. Neither am I.
If we’re gonna get through this, we need to maintain as much propriety as possible. Otherwise, I’ll blink, and she’ll be squeezing my knot with my bite mark on her neck.
Taking slow, calming breaths, I glide one hand up her thigh. “Is this okay?”
“Y-yes. More,” she pleads.
I spread her legs, but keep my eyes on her face. My thumb strokes slowly across her clit. Her breath hitches, eyes rolling back. She’s so wet myfingers glide smoothly across her swollen flesh, exploring, teasing, dipping easily inside her.
She gasps as I sink my ring and middle finger all the way to the knuckles in one unhindered thrust. “Fuck, angel, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you? So wet and open.”
Her whimper has me going in for another kiss to keep her quiet. But I soon leave her lips to taste her neck, sucking on the pulse point where I’ll bite her someday. She grinds her hips down on my hand when I pulse the tips of my fingers against her g-spot. The moan that escapes her is dangerously loud. She’s so uninhibited, so noisy for me, and I love it. But it won’t do for where we are.
Taking her panties from my pocket, I tap her lips. “Open.” When she immediately complies, I shove the fabric in her mouth. “Be a good girl and bite down on these while I make you come.”
She eagerly closes her lips around the already soaked lace. I give her a chaste kiss on her forehead that doesn’t match the intensity with which I’m rubbing her insides.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “Such a good girl, keeping quiet for your professor.” I pull back so I can look at her, squeezing her breast with my free hand as I press hard against that rough patch inside her. “Do you like that?”
She nods, eyes beautifully heavy-lidded.
“And how about this?” I draw little circles with my ring and middle fingers. A muffled noise of pleasure is my answer, and I do it again before reaching deeper, thankful for my long fingers as I tickle her cervix. “And this?”
Her sharp intake of breath is muffled, but the way she wiggles her hips closer tells me all I need toknow. I pull my fingers all the way out to play with her clit before pushing back in. Her eyes lock with mine, wide and imploring. Neither of us blink as I work in and out of her, mixing up the strokes and the pressure, keeping her guessing, never letting her get too comfortable or too close.
My free hand moves to gently cuff her throat. “You like my fingers in your sopping wet cunt, don’t you, omega?”
She nods frantically, breathing hard now as I work her over, the heel of my palm grinding against her clit, fingers deep inside her.
“Just wait until you feel my cock, baby. I’m going to stretch you so good, you’ll forget all those boys you’ve been with and finally realize what it means to be with a man. I’m gonna ruin you for anyone and everyone else, possess you so thoroughly that you’ll be as addicted to me as I am to you.” Her pussy flutters, so I keep going, words spilling from my mouth before I can stop them. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, how many times I’ve dreamed about doing this, how much cum I’ve wasted down the drain thinking about you? Fuck, Madi, you have no idea what you do to me, how completely you own me.”
The sound of my name is muted by the gag in her mouth, but I can still hear it as she throws herself back across my desk and clamps down like a vice around my fingers. She knocks over a stack of papers I was grading and a picture of me and Phoenix from when we graduated our doctoral programs, but I don’t care. She’s shaking and twitching so beautifully, the orgasm taking over. I keep my pace steady, working her through it, stretching it out until she collapses, completely spent.
“Good girl,” I whisper, indulging myself by kissing her toned belly before I removemy fingers from her pussy.
We’re both still panting hard when there’s a knock at the door. Madi’s eyes go comically wide. I shake my head, silently begging her to stay quiet even though she’s still gagged. Whoever’s at the door will go away if they think I’m not here.
At least Madi’s eyes are clear now. Her skin doesn’t feel feverish anymore either. There’s a lot we should talk about, but it seems like it was just a heat spike, so we’ve caught a lucky break. Why do I feel so disappointed by that?
I slowly take the panties out of her mouth and shove them in the top drawer of my desk. I shouldn’t keep them, but I can’t help myself. If this is the only time I get to have her, I want something to remember it by. Even though she’s absolutely silent, I press my finger to her lips in a universal plea. With her clear eyes on me, she slowly licks off her remaining slick and sucks the digit into her mouth. My cock throbs so hard, it feels as if her lips are around it.
Whoever’s outside my office knocks again. “Dr. Anderson?”
Madi freezes upon hearing the masculine voice. It’s not Caspian or Phoenix.
“I know you’re in there. I heard something fall. Are you okay?”
Madi’s mouth drops open, and I pull back my fingers, wiping them on the inside lining of my pocket.
Shit. I’m gonna have to open the door. Madi’s already climbing under the desk to hide, but I can’t let someone in here. The place smells like sex—like Madison—and there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone else scent her right now. I’ve got a scent-neutralizing spray in my desk drawer, but it won’t be enough to fully clear the air.
“My office hours are over,” I say, voice more gravelly than it should be.
“It’s only three thirty.”
I glance down at Madi under my desk. She’s staring at me with so much panic it makes my heart twist.
“It’s Branson,” she whispers, almost too quiet to hear. “You can’t let him in. He knows my scent.”
