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Part 5

Emma watched as the Alpha turned on his feet, not even waiting for her reply before walking to his office. She let out a breath she had been holding, hands falling by her side, body slouching. What did he want to talk about now? The omega thought only to realise that she still possessed his favourite coffee-stained shirt.

"Hey." A raspy voice to her side almost made her jump on the spot, whirling to meet Avon's eyes. "What was that about?"

I faltered at the question, torn between being honest or letting him off with some white lie. The whole ordeal sounded crazy even to me, so I didn’t want Avon to think the same way. Shrugging, I pressed my lips together in a line.

“No idea, honestly.”

Avon hummed. “You don’t seem particularly enthusiastic about meeting him alone. Most girls from our class would be jumping by now.”

I dryly snorted. “Wow. What is so cool about him anyway? He’s our Professor!”

Deep down, I knew the answer to my question. Abel was the kind of Alpha you have been waiting for, good looking, intelligent and out of reach. Almost like that one toy you have always wanted as a kid but could never have.

“Beats me.” Avon made a sound, both walking out of the door, halting by the main hallway. “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“Oh no! Please, I don’t have any other class today, so that I will see you later.”

He nodded his head, and we both easily exchanged numbers to keep in touch. I also had to fulfil my promise of treating him to lunch. Giving him a wave, I turned on my feet and started heading towards the office room, my heart in my throat.

My palms turned clammy by the time I reached the familiar door, sweat dripping from the back of my neck. I let out an audible breath; eyes clenched shut for a second before knocking on the door.

“Please come in.”

Pushing open the door with a creak, I promptly closed it behind. My eyelids fluttered, vision sharpening again, and my gaze focused on the face in front of me. The dark and endless eyes like the tunnels bored into mine, his grip on the pen tightening.

“Miss Emma.” Abel cleared his throat, sitting up in his seat, resting the pen atop the paper and turning all his attention towards me.

“Yes, sir.”

He pointed towards the chair in front of him, and I scrambled forward, my arms coming to rest on either side. The chair's hardwood cut in the meat of my thighs, the lower back aching from the constant hunch in it from earlier.

“Looks like you had fun in class today.”

“Excuse me?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head at the incredulous tone. “Never mind.” Taking a deep breath, he pushed at the locks of his hair. “I believe you were assigned with a task.”

My brows furrowed at that, meeting his eyes for a second too long, almost getting lost in the emerald moss. He cleared his throat rather abruptly, almost making me wince in embarrassment.

“Your task being hand washing my favourite shirt and delivering it back to me in one piece.”

“Oh.” I breathed.

“Oh?” The Alpha quirked his brow, hands coming to cross against his chest, my eyes following the bulging of his muscles underneath that dark shirt. “Is that all you have to say?”

My cheeks flushed red, my head bent down and staring at the carpet underneath, tracing a pattern with my toes. The room felt warm, not comfortable, but also not entirely uncomfortable. It's humid enough for the fabric of shirts to stick too close to my skin, for palms to become too slick with sweat. The early afternoon buzz of the student outside the office seeped through the walls, a dim background soundtrack to the already present noises alive within the room.

“I am sorry.” I croaked, finally looking up. “Things have been crazy lately…I just moved in, and my friend got sick last night, so I had no time to wash your shirt, sir.” Technically getting drunk and throwing up counted as sick, I thought while recalling Allie's behaviour. Shaking my head, I continued, “I promise you that I will deliver your shirt by tomorrow.”

“Tsk tsk excuses….” Abel let out a sigh, his lips almost glistening as he swiped tongue over them. “I hope this kind of attitude does not reflect on your academics, Miss Emma. That would be very concerning.”

Rage coiled in my belly, head lifting to meet his stormy eyes. How dare he equate such a silly thing to my academics? I did not reply but instead gave him a sharp look and excused out from the office.


I gritted my teeth to suppress the persisting ache, filling the cups with hot water and stirring in lots of sugar and milk. When I sat down opposite Allie, I felt strangely drained and out of breath, like holding onto his sanity was taking an actual physical toll on my body. That smug Alpha Professor knew exactly how to press on my buttons.

“Emma, are you still thinking about your Professor?”Allie's voice echoed, tilting her head slightly to the side, unabashedly observing and assessing me.

“No.”

“You are not a good liar.”

I huffed, gulping the hot liquid in one go before slamming the cup on the counter. Allie jumped but kept her lips pursed, watching as I stormed out of the kitchen.

“I think I need to lie down for a while.”

“Oh, you absolutely do!” My best friend hummed.


The Alphas eyes dropped to my mouth, and his hands curved their way around to my plump bottom. I held my breath, the hair on the back of my neck standing up. As expected, he surged forward and claimed my lips, but it's so abrupt it's a near surprise. My hands come up behind his head and gripped the locks of his hair, entangling my fingers to match his desperate and starved mouth.

Abel grunted under his breath, allowed me to pull at his scalp, all the while letting his hands slip from my waist to my bottom then the back of my thighs. He curled his fingers inward to my inner thighs and pulled them away. I bit his lip for it, a feeble whine coming through. The Alpha took it a step further by moving his hands up to pull my sweats down over the ass. He kneaded the skin, eliciting small sounds from my throat, then paused when his fingers moved inward at the feel of something soft and lacey lining all along with my dip and around the hips.

Abel tore his mouth away, glancing down with heavy, albeit silent, breaths.

“You are something else, baby.” With that, Abel squeezed my lacy clad ass, then grabbed the sides of my face and kissed back with a force to be reckoned with.

He kissed me until he pushed his own body up and made me lay on my back on the bed. The Alpha moved his mouth to the expanse of my neck, taking his time to leave lovebites, to my clavicle—pushing the end of my shirt up and over my head—to suck on the hardened nipples.

My body twitched at the first touch of his mouth, back arching and softly gasping.

“Alpha,” I whined.

That only spurred him to suck on both nipples until I was whimpering too much—until I was crying out and telling him to pull off but also holding him in place.

Abel immediately focused on my panties; bringing his hand close, he dragged the tips of his fingers teasingly over my hipbone, along the pelvis—to which I squirmed, slick staining the front. He teased his fingers over it, and watched my face twist into something needy and bite on the bottom lip.

"You wanna come, baby?" He breathed, not tearing his eyes from my face.

I looked at him with a deeper, intensely fragile vulnerability reflecting in the watery blue of my eyes.

"I want to, yes," I preened. "Please."

Spreading my legs apart, Abel got on his knees in front of me, tearing the fabric away. The Alpha stuck his tongue out and licked from the top to my hole, slow and steady and with pressure, and took in the soft sounds I started to make.

Abel folded his tongue inward to make it as skinny as possible before sliding it inside and flattened it to stretch my opening. The Alpha put the pressure into the tip of his tongue and worked his way through and around. He sucked the folds and my clit, all while his vast hands held me apart, fingers digging into my flesh, leaving red marks.

He pulled back, his lips having an excessive amount of wetness to which he licked, “You all right, baby?”

There was a hint of cockiness in his voice, an invisible smirk as if he knew how much it affected me. Before I could answer, Abel started sliding in two digits past my folds, a sharp cry ripping out of me. My legs trembled at the sudden pleasure coursing through me, tears sliding down my eyes.

“Come, baby,” He coaxed sweetly.

I jolted in my sleep, blinking at the sudden light flooding through my window. Looking around, I realised it was a dream, a very provocative, wet dream.


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