Little Omega

Jerome woke with a splitting headache.

He groaned, pressing both hands to his temples, vision blurry and eyes glassy from the lingering alcohol.

Still dazed, he kicked the duvet off and stumbled out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

The door opened before he reached it.

Ajay stood there, face damp as though he’d just washed it.

A slow smirk curved his lips. “I see you’re awake.”

Jerome froze. “How did you get into my room? And what are you doing here?”

His gaze darted around the small space and landed on the suppressants neatly lined up on his desk.

His breath caught, fear clamped around his chest like a vise.

“Ajay…” He lunged for the pills.

Ajay was faster, he scooped them up, turning the packets over in his hand as if examining rare artifacts.

“Tell me what an alpha is doing with pheromone suppressants.”

“I… I…” Words died in Jerome’s throat.

For the first time since he’d stepped foot in the academy, he felt truly exposed.

Tears stung his eyes, he squeezed them shut, letting the tears spill anyway, he was done for, they are going to ruining his life, not just his but his mother's.

“You’ve discovered the truth,” he whispered.

“So what are you going to do?”

Ajay tilted his head. “What do you think I’m going to do?”

“What else?” Jerome’s voice cracked.

“Report me to the dean. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? Get me kicked out so you can stay the undisputed best.”

He looked away, staring at his own fidgeting fingers.

Ajay chuckled, low and dark.

In two long strides he closed the distance.

He caught Jerome’s chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Little omega,” he said softly, “I don’t need you gone to be the best. I’m already the best.”

Jerome tried to pull back, but Ajay’s gaze had turned intense, almost reverent.

Up close like this, with Jerome’s nervous breath fanning across his face, Ajay finally let himself look.

The soft light-brown eyes. The glossy black hair.

The sharp, perfectly sculpted cheekbones and nose.

The last time they were this closed he didn't have the opportunity to admire Jerome's face up close because they were fighting.

Jerome stepped backward. Ajay followed, erasing the space again.

“What if I want something else, Jerome?”

Jerome’s pulse hammered.

“What else could you possibly want? Are you going to blackmail me? Do I have to pay you to keep quiet?”

Ajay’s smile sharpened. “I’m going to blackmail you, alright, but not for money. I don’t need your two cents.”

In one smooth motion he spun Jerome around and pressed him flat against the cold concrete wall.

Ajay’s chest sealed against his back; his left arm snaked around Jerome’s waist, holding him in place.

“Do you still need me to spell it out?” Ajay murmured against his ear.

Jerome summoned every scrap of strength he had left, headache be damned and shoved backward.

Ajay stumbled, but he didn’t fall alone. They both went down.

Ajay recovered instantly, flipping their positions so Jerome was pinned beneath him.

He captured Jerome’s wrists and held them above his head; his knees bracketed Jerome’s hips.

“I can’t give you what you want, Ajay,” Jerome breathed.

“Sure you can.” Ajay’s free hand slid to Jerome’s throat, not squeezing it, just holding him still so their eyes stayed locked.

“All you have to do is say yes to being my sex buddy, and your secret stays safe with me.”

Jerome searched his face. “If I don’t agree to be your… sex buddy, you’ll tell the dean everything.”

Ajay’s thumb brushed the edge of Jerome’s jaw. “Exactly.”

Jerome’s mind raced. When had Ajay started looking at him like this, like he was something to devour?

As if reading the question, Ajay answered quietly.

“The first day you walked into this building, pretending to be untouchable, hands shoved in your pockets, chest puffed out like you owned the sky, I saw right through it. You were trembling inside.”

He leaned closer. “You caught my attention before our morning drill even started.”

Jerome swallowed. “Is there nothing else I can offer you? Anything at all to keep my secret?”

Ajay shook his head. “There’s nothing else I want, Jerome. I already have everything.”

Jerome closed his eyes for a second, accepting defeat. “What are your conditions? What exactly am I supposed to do?”

“You’ll be at my beck and call. Whenever I want you, you make yourself available. You don’t disobey me, you must submit to me at all times.”

Jerome listened, heart slamming against his ribs.

“Any questions?” Ajay asked.

“You use protection every time,” Jerome said firmly. “And you protect me. Make sure no one ever finds out. That’s non-negotiable.”

Seeing as he had no other way to free himself from this situation, he accepted it however he decided to use it to his advantage.

With an S-class alpha by his side, he'll be untouchable, no one else will dare to bully him again.

Ajay’s chuckle was low and sinister enough to make Jerome second-guess everything, maybe getting caught by the school isn't such a terrible thing.

“Okay, little omega. I’ll protect you. Your secret stays safe, as long as you do exactly what I say.”

His gaze dropped to Jerome’s lips and stayed there, unable to look pass his luscious lips.

Jerome gulped, he couldn’t deny it anymore, his body had been reacting to Ajay since last night.

The heat when Ajay forced him onto his lap.

The way his dick throbbed just from Ajay’s proximity.

Something about this Indian-American made his skin burn and his pulse race.

“Are we done with the rules, little omega?” Ajay asked, eyes still fixed on Jerome’s mouth.

“Don’t call me that,” Jerome muttered, struggling against the heat pooling low in his belly. “If anyone hears you I'll be doomed."

Ajay’s smile was almost gentle. “Okay.”

Then he captured Jerome’s lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.