Page 6 of Welcome to Seaman's Cove: Part One
She picks the spatula back up and brandishes it at my mate. “Did this guy force a bond on you? Wait, are you in heat?” Her nostrils flare, then she shakes her head. “What happened?”
Keeping myself between her poor makeshift weaponand my mate, I hold up my hands. “I’ll explain everything, let me just… get him some clothes.”
Without waiting for her to reply, I drag my man to my bedroom, dressing him in a pair of my shorts that are way too small and an oversized Woodhurst University tee shirt. I should be given an award for keeping my eyes away from his generous package and my hands off his beautiful body.
Once he’s dressed, I pull him back to the living room and word vomit the entire story to Evie.
“Well, scent matches have been known to cause unexpected heats and heat spikes. I guess it kind of makes sense.” She rubs her chin in that way she does when she’s switched into doctor mode.
I groan and drop my head in my hands. “I can’t believe I bonded someone I can’t even communicate with.” The reality of everything that’s happened suddenly sinks in like a stone tossed into water, all the consequences of my impulsiveness rippling through my mind. My parents are going to kill me.
But then my mate is there, wrapping me in his arms, and everything feels just a little bit better.
“I should probably check him out, now,” Evelyn says, but she eyes me cautiously. “You aren’t going to bite my head off when I get near him are you?”
“No. I’ll… be fine.” I don’t know if I’m lying to her, but I’ll try. After the quickest exam known to man, Evie declares him fine, minus a few scrapes, then steps back out of our space. As an omega herself, she understands how territorial we can get.
Adrenaline drains from my body but is swiftly replaced by anxiety. What the hell do I do with him now?
I lead him to the couch and turn on the TV. He’simmediately fascinated. His focus zeros in on the moving pictures on the screen, giving me some time to think of my next steps.
“So, I guess I’ve got another roommate for now, huh?” Evie whispers as we step back into the tiny apartment kitchen, leaving my mate to watchHeat Island.
“I’m so sorry, E. But I can’t exactly leave him.”
She pats my arm affectionately. “He’s your scent match. And your bonded mate. I’d never expect you to leave him. And I really don’t mind.” She glances over at him. “He seems kind of sweet.”
I fight back a growl, but she just smiles at me.
“It’s fine,” she reassures. “Really. We’ll just have to make sure Dr. Anderson doesn’t see him.”
Shit. I’d completely forgotten about Dr. Anderson. He lives right upstairs, overseeing the doctoral housing, which is supposed to be for students only. He was not happy the last time I had an overnight guest. Not happy at all.
5
I’m going to hell.
The thought echoes on repeat in my mind as my hand pumps steadily up and down my shaft. Warm water sluices down my back, a stark contrast to the cool tile beneath my palm. Head hung, I give in. Images of the fiery little omega flood my brain. Everything from her bright smile when she first walked into my office hours, to our last field expedition and the way her jean shorts rode up high enough that I could see the curve of her plump ass below the hem. Memories of her bending over to inspect the tide pools shouldn’t spark fantasies of her presenting for me in the bedroom, but they do.
Thank god, I can’t scent her. I only know she’s an omega because all students have to register their designation. But not knowing what she smells like is driving me mad. I’ve imagined every scent possible at one time or another and nothing fits the omega with the soft blonde waves that cascade around her shoulders and over her perkybreasts. Fuck, those breasts. That ass. I slam my palm against the shower wall.
I’m going to hell.
But I can’t stop. The scene sharpens. Her cheek pressed into the bedsheet. Her ass in the air. Slick running down those thick thighs. I want to drag my tongue up her body, not wasting a drop, but she whines as her needy pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled.
“Please, alpha!”I won’t keep her waiting. My hands grip her hips, fingertips indenting her tan skin. My cock instinctively finds her entrance, pushing into her wet heat?—
“Fuck!” I yell as my orgasm slams into me, cock jerking under the rough strokes of my hand. Cum hits the shower wall, dripping to the floor until my shame is washed down the drain. If only it were so easy to rinse these inappropriate yearnings from my mind.
A professor and his student? How cliche.
I shouldn’t be her advisor. I’m the goddamn dean of anthropology. I paid my dues years ago. I’m tenured. But when two of my professors packed up and took permanent positions on a dig site in Ekdoti after discovering Lunara’s temple, I couldn’t leave the students to attempt their doctoral thesis with no guidance, and I couldn’t find a suitable replacement. My decision wasn’t motivated by the sweet little omega I just jacked off to. Not at all.
Turning off the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist, not bothering to dry all the way off. I don’t want to stay in the bathroom longer than I have to. It’s just a reminder of what I did, the way I just objectified a brilliant young woman for my own pleasure. It’s not even the first time I’ve done it.
“So, good shower fantasy?” Phoenix lounges on my bed like it’s his own, sprawled out with his hands behind his head.
I wish I could say I’m surprised to see him here, but I’m not. We’ve known each other since we were kids, and the man has never had any sense of personal space. I never should have given him a key.
