Page 120 of Alpha Mates

“Everything okay, Jewels?”

“All good,” he says, eyes locked on the worksheet in front of him. “I was just making sure you’re actually reading.”

“Asshole,” I shoot back, and he smirks to himself as his pen scribbles along.

I should go back to my book, but I can’t quite tear my eyes off him.

This happens a lot—me staring like I’ve lost my mind, caught until I memorise every detail of him. The way his long fingers drag his pen across the page, and the way he frowns beneath the strands that fall over the left side of his face. The way he taps his pen against his lips when he’s stuck, then bites that same lip when the answer comes and he hastily writes it down.

I watch how he mindlessly plays with his hair from time to time, the way he mumbles “stupid biology” whenever he fails to figure out a question, and the way he smiles quietly to himself when he does.

I watch until I’m lost in him—in everything about him that makes him so fucking adorable—and only force my eyes away when I feel my blood rushing south.Shit.

I’d brought Julian here with good intentions, to let him study as much as his little nerd-heart desired. I couldn’t sport a boner just ‘cause everything he did turned me on these days.

I’d long since concluded that Julian was cute as hell when he felt safeenough to relax, and that he was sexy as sin when he was nervous. But it was getting harder these days to keep functioning like usual when he walked around as a living, breathing, manifestation of temptation, without the slightest clue in the world.

Down boy. Down,I tell my dick when it tries to do the opposite.Focus on the trolls.

I try my best, I really do, but when I glance up at Julian and find him looking my way too, my dick jumps in my jeans. He looks away first, playing the perfect student, but I see the way he frowns down at his paper.

Concern muddles my arousal. I shut the book and slide it onto the table. “You okay, Jewels?”

He glances at me, allowing me a glimpse of his anxious eyes and warming face before he ducks again. “I’m fine. Just feeling a little off,” he whispers.

I’m already on my feet. His eyes bulge in their sockets as I close the space between us. “I’m fine, Aiden. Seriously.”

I ignore him, pressing my hand to his forehead. It’s warm. Too warm? I’m not a medic or a healer, I honestly don’t know how warm is too warm.

“Can you not?” Julian grumbles, swatting my hand away, trying to shift closer to the desk. “I’m working.”

He plasters himself to the thing like it’s a vital organ, and I frown, confused, until I sniff and—arousal. Not mine. His.Oh. I quietly pack my concern away into a neat box and shove it into a corner at the back of my mind. Then I grip his chair and pull it back.

“Aiden!” Julian yelps, folding himself in half to hide the hard-on straining against his trousers, but I saw it.

“Ignore that,” he hisses, face red as can be. Too damn cute. “I don’t know why I’m … just ignore it. It’ll go away.”

“I fucking hope not.” I bury my nose in the crook of his neck. “You smell so fucking good, Jewels.”

His pulse flutters against my lips as I kiss his skin, right over his pulse point. He groans, trying to inch himself away.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbles, but I have no idea why he’s apologising or trying to stop this. “I-I don’t know why I reacted like that—”

I catch his wrist and press his hand against my cock before he can finish. His breath hitches and my cock bucks against his fingers.

“That’s why,” I whisper, working my way up his neck, kissing and licking at the skin. “I got hard just watching you.”

“Aiden.” His fingers curl around me and squeeze, making me curse. “We’re in school. We can’t.”

“No one will find us here,” I promise, pulling him up from his chair. His hand never leaves my cock as I pull him between my legs. “Let me have you.”

His breathing quickens as I drag my lips across his skin, tracing a path from his jaw to his nose, his cheek to his ear, until finally, my mouth finds his. Our kiss turns desperate in a heartbeat—mouths parting and bodies coming together. He shoves my shades up into my hair before pulling me back into another kiss. I moan when he sucks on my tongue, and he whimpers when I dig my fingers into his ass, nearly lifting him off his feet.

“Jewels,” I gasp as he palms my cock, his touch rough enough to make me come, but I want more than grinding and jerking each other off.

I tug at his belt, fumbling with his buckle with rushed fingers so I can get his cock out, but Julian draws his hips back.

“Door,” he breathes, gaze slightly dazed as he looks from my lips to my eyes. “Lock. We have to lock it.”