"I wouldn't mind putting something in my mouth." He nipped my earlobe, and I growled.
The alpha in me rose up to the assumed attempt at asserting dominance. I swallowed down my immediate urge to show Shiloh which of us was the authority figure. My hands clenched into fists against the couch, but Shiloh didn't seem to mind that I wasn't touching him. He rubbed against me, humping my thigh while his small moans grew more frenzied. His dick was hard now, and it sounded like if I let him continue, he'd come in his pants.
My hand shot out, snagging Shiloh gently by the back of his head as I pulled, opening his face to me. "You're playing dangerously, omega."
Shiloh let out a small, needy whimper. "Is it working?"
By the time his arousal reached my nose, I was lost. I moved quickly, lifting Shiloh off his feet when I couldn't get him to turn around fast enough. I set him back down, pushing forcefully between his shoulders. His head fell forward, his sharp cry of surprise muffled by the cushion.
"Beckett!" he cried out. There was no fear or trepidation. Only longing. Shiloh didn't just want me when I was at my best. He took me as I was.
I was the luckiest man in the world.
And I'd tell Shiloh that, as soon as I silenced the snarls from within that told me to claim and possess. I yanked his pants down to his knees, revealing the smoothest ass that I had the pleasure of fondling.
"Fuck me, Beckett," Shiloh urged, using the type of language he reserved for only these types of moments. "Fill me with your cock. Show me who I belong to."
With pleasure.
I dropped to my knees, burying my face between his cheeks as I poked my tongue against his pucker. He cried out, and his muscles tightened, spasming over my tongue in an invitation. I could kneel there all day tonguing Shiloh's ass, but my cock throbbed incessantly. And if I throbbed, he likely did as well.
I straightened, lining our bodies up. Reaching around Shiloh's body, I grabbed his dick without entering him. "Who does this belong to?" I whispered.
"You," he replied without hesitation.
"Who do you belong to?" I pumped my hips quickly forward once, keeping the thrust shallow.
"You!" Shiloh cried at the exact moment I buried my dick in his luscious heat.
He squeezed around me, so turned on by my hand on his dick he shamelessly bucked into me, fucking me as surely as I fucked him.
"I don't want to be able to walk after this," he groaned.
I wondered what he'd been reading to give him an idea like that, but the wondering only lasted for as long as it took for me to get a grip of his hips. I lifted him, his feet rising from the floor until only his toes hung over the hardwood. He was at my mercy now. I controlled how fast and how deep. Luckily for him, I wanted to hear his screams of pleasure as soon as possible.
My fingers pressed into his flesh, and I brought his ass back, over and over, making my dick disappear inside him like a magician with only one trick. He reached back, unable to do much more than scratch me as I satisfied his request.
"Beckett! I'm coming!" He spasmed and shook. His teeth clamped against the couch cushion. His orgasm was strong; I could tell by the way his channel clung to me. But I didn't let up. He hadn't said fuck me until I'm satisfied. He wanted to be spent, and I was only too happy to oblige. "Beckett, I can't. I can't take any more." His words said one thing, but his actions said another.
Hoisting one arm under his stomach, I continued to hold him off the ground while slipping my other hand around to his throat. He turned his head, searching for my mouth. Our lips joined in a kiss that was sloppy, wet, and perfect.
My own orgasm approached, but I wasn't finished bringing him pleasure. With our lips still together, I found his dick. He wasn't as hard as he'd been, but when I began stroking him, his length stiffened. "I take it back," he mewled. "I'm going to…"
At the exact moment the pressure in my balls reached its limit, Shiloh came. This time, he didn't thrash, but he didn't groan. The noise wasn't man or animal, but it was the sound of a creature well-fucked.
I pumped my hips, wringing out our orgasms, but when I slowed, gently setting Shiloh back down on his feet, he drooped against the sofa. His eyes were closed, and he breathed deeply with a small, secret smile on his lips.
I smiled, deciding I'd done exactly as he'd asked. He couldn't walk if I'd fucked him unconscious. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."
Later that night, I rolled out of bed, making sure to bring the cover up around Shiloh's shoulders. We'd spent the day doing everything Shiloh wanted, which had made him happy, and seeing him happy was the best thing to pull me out of any sour mood. But now, he'd been asleep for hours, and I'd spent that time listening to him sleep or laying motionless as my mind raced.
It was around two in the morning when I gave up, padding to my desk where I turned my computer on and put in my earbuds. I had a few emails, most from students wanting clarifications on assignments. There wasn't a single mention of my canceling class, and I figured Shiloh had been right in his assumption.
I saved one email for last, opening those that had come before and after, before I clicked on the name Dix Wallow University.
Chapter Thirteen
Shiloh
The moment I'd woken up the next morning, I'd known something was off. Beckett wasn't any less affectionate. He made my breakfast, joined me in the shower, and then lovingly decided the clothes he wanted me to wear. He didn't always do that, but when he did, I knew I'd be floating in a cloud of comfort all day.
That day, though, I felt too comfortable, like he was trying to soften the blow with a cotton blend. But I didn't know what blow he was trying to soften, so I just ended up feeling on edge and unsure. He'd had me pack a bag before we left, making sure I included my most used items. The bag sat in the corner of his office like a pulsating beacon that wouldn't let me forget that, though this day felt like all the rest, something was going on.
When Beckett finally turned from his screen and faced me, I was ready. "Shiloh, I have something I need to talk to you about."
My gut clenched. I didn't know why I had such a fear response. Beckett never said or did anything to hurt me. He was my safe space. I got up from my chair at the desk in the corner and took the seat in front of his desk. "I knew something was up."
He winced. "I'm sorry for that. I thought I was doing a better job hiding my thoughts. And I didn't want to bring anything up until it had all been finalized on my end."
My lip trembled. I bit it to make it stop before asking, "Until what has been finalized?"
"I've been offered a position with Dix Wallow University. I'd put out feelers the day Andrew Boothe stepped down as dean, and last night, I received a response."
Last night? That stung in a way that confused me. "And what did you say?"
Beckett pushed from his desk and walked around, sinking to his haunches in front of me. "You know I don't need the funding from the school, but I do need the name. Shifters as a whole are untrusting, particularly of normies. And I have a lot going against me in that respect. I'm a puff adder, which already puts people on edge. I grew up with the normies, which makes shifters believe they can't trust where my loyalties lie, and I'm blind, which shouldn't matter at all, but we both know it does. The Morningwood University name at the top of my letterhead was the only reason I received half as many replies to my requests. But I can't do my research the way it needs to be done here. Grub has made sure—"