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“Magnolia.” Isaak gasps as he breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he looks me in the eyes. “I don’t understand.”

”I do,” I say as I reach for his belt, my body responding even stronger to his, moving of its own accord and full of desire to bond with my omega. He is mine. “It’s unorthodox, I admit, but I don’t care. You are mine, you’re ours, and I’m going to?—“

“Maggie,” he says softly as he stills my hands and tries to regulate his breathing.

But he can’t talk his way out of this.

He has no argument.

There are literally no words for him to use, none that can deny what I know he can feel.

I have no idea how to make him understand that, though.

He’s not rejecting the bond or the idea of finding his mates, but Isaak is stubborn enough to try and fight it even when it would be a losing battle.

The fact that I’m eye level with his dick that is obviously hard and pushing against the fly of his slacks says it all.

I need to use that to my advantage somehow so his beautiful mind will catch up to his equally beautiful body.

”Okay,” I say with a sigh as I drop my hands, intentionally brushing my fingers over his crotch as I do. “I get it.”

I slump back in the chair, trying to look more defeated than I feel, then I adjust and purposely allow my skirt to ride up too high on my hips.

I widen my thighs as I turn slowly toward the desk, Isaak tracking everything happening below my waist the best that he can.

Sitting up straight, I fix my hair and adjust my striped sweater, flashing a hint of the healing teeth marks on my shoulder before covering them again.

”I have to FaceTime the Dean at 8am.” I wake up my laptop and pull up my camera to check my appearance. “You might want to go take care of that”—I point to his erection—“while I do so we can get on with our day without issue.”

A few beats of silence pass as I do a terrible job of seducing our omega, and I assume that means I failed. So, I get up and reach for my thermos of coffee, not bothering with my skirt since it doesn’t really matter and just when I’m about to sit back down and accept defeat, I freeze instead.

“I’m a virgin,” Isaak blurts, the words rushing awkwardly out of his mouth and into the space around us.

I set my coffee down and turn slowly, not giving a good goddamn that I’m now wearing my skirt as a belt as I face him.

He nods, a look of horror on his handsome face as he fights to keep his eyes on my face and not my panties. “I’ve never done anything before and I am terrified of disappointing you.”

“You’ve never had sex.”

He shakes his head.

“Never done oral? Not even a handjob?”

“No,” Isaak whispers as he looks away. “I’ve never wanted to, I’ve always been too career driven.”

A smile spreads slowly across my lips, one I’m sure my alphas would be proud of. “Isaak, look at me, honey.”

He does, albeit reluctantly.

“There is nothing you could do to disappoint me, not like that, and not with how strong my feelings are for you.”

“You say that now, but?—“

“No buts.” I shake my head and sit back down so I don’t maul him. “If your experience is as little as you say it is, all you have to do is kiss my pussy the way you kissed my mouth and you’ll be headed in the right direction.”

Isaak groans and palms his dick through his pants. “Magnolia.”

“What? I’m just being honest. As a fellow omega and your mate whether you want to accept it or not, I feel like it’s my responsibility to teach you for a change.”

“I’ve watched porn, Maggie.” He scrubs his hands over his face. “I don’t know why I said that.”

I shrug my shoulder. “Because the veil has been lifted and maybe you feel more comfortable with me knowing that I’m going to love you no matter what you have to say.”

“You’re killing me, Magnolia. Killing me. ”

“Good. At least I know I can keep chipping away at you until I get those walls to crumble.” I grin and widen my legs again. “You’ll be begging us to bond with you in no time.”

I giggle and go back to waiting for the Dean, but quickly become annoyed that I have to stop playing with Isaak just so I can get questioned by the asshole who contributed to my creation.

Which happens the second 8am hits. I take a deep breath and slide my finger across the mousepad, answering the Dean on the second ring.

”I hate to be kept waiting,” he barks as soon as his face appears. “At least you weren’t lying about being at the institution already.”

I force a smile. “Early bird and all that.”

”Don’t patronize me, Magnolia. It’s an ugly way to make yourself seem intelligent.”

I bite my tongue and wait for the next insult. He usually starts our little chats with a few of them before he finally gets to the point.

“What are you wearing?” My father squints at the screen, a look of disgust quickly forming when I respond.

“It’s just a sweater.” I fix the collar and straighten my spine. “It’s pretty modest. I try to look professional without seeming too clinical, it makes the residents more?—“

“You look like a whore in prison stripes.”

Ah yes, pulling out the big guns today.

My father smirks as he sits back in his chair, steepling his fingers on his desk. “Then again, that seems fitting since you’re working with a bunch of rabid dogs masquerading as felons in orange.”

“The residents are more comfortable opening up to me if I seem more accessible to them, more like we’re equals,” I say instead of telling him to eat shit for insulting the men I’m trying to help. And bonded to, but that’s beside the point. “They respect me because?—“

“Enough of this drivel.” The Dean waves his hand dismissively through the air. “It’s not why I’m calling. Jones fills me in on the bullshit up there, that’s the extent of what I need.”

“Okay…” Movement to my right has me itching to turn but I’m not really wanting to drag this conversation out any longer than it needs to be. It has to be distraction free. “Then what was it you were calling about?”

“Camden.”

I immediately start coughing, my body’s reflex reaction to his name to choke on nothing but the idea of that bastard existing.

“Jesus, Magnolia, get a grip on yourself,” my father says with a frown.

Sliding my chair slightly, I reach for my coffee and take a drink off camera, hoping that’s enough to help me get a grip . Nice to see he still has zero concern for my wellbeing.

Once the coughing subsides, I roll back toward the desk but when I try to stretch my legs out, they bump into something instead.

“I don’t know what that boy sees in you.”

I nod at my screen, agreeing with dear old dad as I reach down and try to move whatever is blocking my legs but it doesn’t budge.

“Camden agreeing to be your mate was an act of charity, Magnolia. You realize that don’t you?”

I continue nodding and push the chair back a little, looking under the desk then nearly having a goddamn heart attack when Isaak smirks back at me.

I knock a pen on the floor while my father flaps his gums, quickly leaning down to grab it then hiss, “What the hell are you doing?”

But he doesn’t say anything.

No, Isaak holds a finger to his lips, silently telling me to keep quiet because he’s clearly lost his mind and would like to keep it a secret. He points the same finger toward the desk above his head and I shoot up from the hunched position to avoid any unwanted questions.

Well, any more unwanted questions.

“Right.” I nod. “Charity.”

My father gives me a dirty look then shakes his head. “He wants to move up the wedding.“

“Oh?” I squeak out as I feel Isaak’s hands slide up my calves, over my thighs then they dip between them before he pushes my skirt up as far as he can.

He hooks his fingers in the top of my panties, my heart racing as he slowly pulls them down to my ankles, tapping each one so he can take them off completely.

Oh my god, he is not really doing this right now.

Isaak palms the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs and opening me up to him completely.

I watch my father pull up his desk calendar, flipping through the next few months, all the while chatting away but I’ll be damned if I can hear him.

Not over the pounding of my pulse in my ears.

I try not to moan when I feel Isaak’s warm breath against my hip, or when he ghosts his lips down one thigh and back up the other. I have to bite my lip when I feel the first flick of his tongue against my clit, my pussy clenching immediately, begging him for more.

He gives it.

Isaak slides his hands under my ass and grips my cheeks before tugging me forward in the chair until I’m sitting right on the edge.

“Do you have a problem?”

I look into the camera and shake my head.

“Is there something wrong with your chair?”

“N-no,” I stutter as the omega between my legs flicks my clit again, applying a little more pressure when he does. “It’s… It’s fine.”

My father eyes me skeptically. “Then pay attention, Magnolia. Your future depends on it.”

I nod absently again, my hands flattening on the desk, my fingers curling against the wood as Isaak proceeds to devour me.

He buries his face in my pussy, his nose bumping my clit as his tongue dives inside.

He hums as he pulls me closer, like he’s trying to smother himself in my core, like he wants to drown in my slick.

Isaak tongue fucks me as his hands flatten over my public bone, spreading my lips before I feel his thumb press down on my clit.

My back arches slightly but I stop myself from making a scene, playing it off like I’m sore or something by rolling my shoulders when in reality my hips are trying like hell to buck against my omega’s face.

I keep nodding as Isaak licks my pussy from bottom to top, flattening his tongue before he sucks my clit between his lips. He repositions one of his hands, two of his fingers plunging inside, curling as they move in and out quickly.

He fucks me hard and fast with his fingers, adding a third while he sucks and flicks my clit, grazing that bundle of nerves with his teeth in a way that has me slamming my fist down on the desk.