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During the second detention day he's quiet. Way too quiet.
The whiny voice inside of her is practically begging for her to fix things, but Rey knows that the wise thing to do is keep him thinking she doesn't want him.
If she weren't so close to slipping away from her grandfather's grasp she might've been more reckless, but eighteen was right around the corner and with it the large inheritance her parents left for her. But that would only happen if her grandfather thought she deserved it, which meant walking the line for the time being.
He never cared about her acting out in school, she doesn't think he even knows the extent of her misbehavior, all he cares about are the grades and since those are looking fine he turns a blind eye on everything else. The only thing he wouldn't turn a blind eye on is a boyfriend.
He has plans for her, plans he always shares during the sporadic dinners they have in the company of each other every Friday. If she ever went against his wishes...she's afraid of even imagining what would happen, but locking away her inheritance and keeping her under his thumb for a few more years would definitely be a part of her punishment.
Remembering that is what gives her strength to keep a stiff posture while in the same room Mr. Solo is in, she's been weak in the past and the part of her that's more animal than rational woman definitely wishes she'd let go of everything and just be with him; but she can't. Even though she really wants to.
He drives her home again, silence is a constant companion now, taking up more space than the stress of wanting something that's forbidden. It's even worse that Rey has had a taste of him once, and that haunts her nights and plagues her sleep to the point she's a walking zombie and her friends worry for her health.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Jannah asks the next day, smoothing some of Rey's hair away from her sticky forehead. "You look sick."
"I'm not doing good, but I'll live," she answers with a weak smile that does nothing to appease her friends so they drag her to the infirmary where the nurse takes one look at Rey and shoos her friends away immediately.
"Was your most recent heat triggered by someone, love?" The nurse inquires, feeling out her scent glands that feel itchy and stiff.
Rey nods.
"Was it triggered by an Alpha?"
Another nod.
"And were you on suppressants?"
"Yes," she says weakly, already knowing where this is going. "I know what that means."
"Then you know that your body will be sick and make you miserable until you mate." The nurse looks sympathetic, holding a paper cup with some sort of medicine in it. Rey gulps it down in one go, making a face at the bitter taste.
"I know."
"You're excused from next period," she says, walking away from the examination bed. "I'll make sure your teacher is informed."
Rey stays there, closing her eyes against the fluorescent lights hurting her sight. She sighs. How is she supposed to resist her own biology?
After the medicine kicks in she feels much better so the nurse excuses her for the rest of the day. She's doing fine until it's time to go to Mr. Solo's office, then her hands start sweating and she's wanting to put it off for as long as she can because she knows the effects he'll have on her body will counteract whatever medicine is still running through her veins keeping her standing up.
Mr. Solo doesn't say anything as she enters the room, simply motions for the chair she considers hers now and goes back to reading whatever is in the paper he's holding.
She takes out her homework, dutifully getting started when she feels the effects of the medicine wearing off. It's a gradual descent into madness, his scent is like a drug and soon she's gripping her pencil tighter just to keep from reaching across the desk and touching him.
Rey suspects the effects of their unclaimed bond doesn't hit him as hard as it hits her because she's younger and hasn't gone through many heats. Also, according to a quick Google search she did while laying in the infirmary's bed, Omegas tend to feel separation anxiety harder than Alphas.
Unfortunately though, it seems the only remedy is to be close to and physical with one's chosen Alpha, which Rey wants to avoid at all costs.
Mr. Solo seems unaffected as he sits across from her, his hair is perfectly styled and his skin is not sweaty like hers is. He looks healthy and normal, while she knows she looks like death ran over her with a truck.
It feels unfair, she's always hated that she seems to feel much more than he does, not only is her own traitorous body turning her into one of the Omegas she's always sneered at, she's also completely alone in her journey because the stupid Alpha her body picked for her looks calm and collected while she's almost bursting at the seams with want.
"I can't finish my homework," she says, dropping her pencil over her notebook. The words she's just written for her essay stare back at her, mocking.
Mr. Solo looks up, cocking one eyebrow. "This is detention, Miss Niima, not a hangout spot."
"I feel sick."
"What's wrong?" He puts down his work, leaning forward in his seat. "I can call the nurse."
"No." Rey shakes her head. "I've already been to the infirmary earlier today."
"If you were feeling sick you could've gone home," he says, getting up to round his table. "We could have postponed your detention."
He stops in front of her, placing a hand on her forehead. "You're cold."
She nods, hiding a shiver. "It's a symptom of my sickness."
"What is it?"
"Sir, can you just take me home?"
He cups her cheek, tilting her face up. "What is it, Rey?"
Her name on his mouth is what does it, she cracks open like an egg and spills everything without any thought for consequences. "I'm having withdrawal from the unclaimed mating bond," she says, lowering her eyes, lower lip quivering. "It sucks, but I'll have to deal with it."
His hand curls up in her hair, keeping her face tilted up toward him. "You should have told me sooner."
"We can't — "
"I know we can't," he says, cutting her off. "Doesn't make me want you any less."
"My grandfather would punish me," she tells him, not caring that she's spilling all her secrets now. She's miserable enough as she is, her body is begging for release. "He wants me to marry one of his associates."
"What if you don't? What if you marry me instead?"
Her eyes widen in surprise. "Are you...proposing?"
"I'm trying to find a solution," he says. "I can't stand seeing you wither away before my eyes, I tried to keep my distance but this is clearly only hurting you more."
She lands one hand over his, squeezing his fingers. "He'll cut my inheritance, I'll be penniless until he drops dead and I can have what was owed to me by right."
"Then we wait," Mr. Solo says with a glint in his eyes. "I have money, Miss Niima, I can take care of you."
Rey shakes her head, putting one hand on his chest. "I don't care about the money, I just want my freedom and the inheritance would help me break free."
"Marrying me would free you from him too."
"He would never allow it," she says. "I'm still underage."
"When is your birthday?"
"Next month."
Mr. Solo presses his forehead to hers. "We can wait."
"Can we? I feel sick every day, I can't sleep properly and half the time I think about —"
"About what?" He urges.
Rey bites her lower lip. His thumb traces her upper lip, eyes fixed on her mouth.
"About what?" He repeats himself.
"About mating, sir." His eyes darken and he lowers himself to her height.
"We can wait, Miss Niima, but there's a remedy to stave off your sickness that doesn't include me knotting and mating you."
She looks up at him with doe eyes. "Really?"
"Let me make you feel better," he says, kneeling before her, his hands roving down her arms. "Please."
Rey nods, feeling shy when he traces his fingers up her calves and pushes her plaid skirt up her thighs, baring her cotton underwear to him. He smiles, touching the decorative bow sitting atop her pubic bone.
She watches as he licks his lips, then feels his finger tracing her slit over the fabric of her underwear. Slickness rushes out to meet him, proof that her body is wired to answer to his touch. He lowers his mouth to her, licking and sucking her clit, the fabric between her skin and his tongue only adding to the friction.
Rey throws her head back, gripping the armrests tight as he kneels there and licks her cunt the way she dreamed about in her more restless nights. He pushes her underwear aside and soon his tongue is there , hot against her flesh, wetting her already wet slit. The sounds he makes while eating her out will be with her for the rest of the day, and the feeling of soaring will definitely lighten her step as she walks out of his office today.
"Sir!" She calls out, breathless.
He pushes one finger into her cunt, curling it upward to touch her most sensitive spot. She holds onto his shoulders for support, leaning forward to watch him work her so well. The sight itself could send her over the edge, but she tries to hold back — she doesn't want this to end.
Mr. Solo inserts another finger, fucking her with renewed effort now that he senses her teetering on the edge of a precipice. She's moaning as quietly as she can, the only sounds in the room are her wet cunt and his tongue and fingers working her open in a way she won't forget so soon.
Rey comes on his fingers, pulling his hair and shutting her eyes tight. Her legs tremble around his neck, and she lays limp on the chair as the reverberations of her climax wreck through her body. He licks all the slick like it's damn nectar, wiping the excess from his mouth with the hemline of her skirt.
She looks down at him, feeling reason creep back slowly. She scurries to cover herself, self awareness making her blush furiously.
"Don't hide," he says, closing his wet fingers around her wrist.
"Sir, my grandfather…"
"Let me take care of it." He cups her cheek, bringing her head down to press his forehead against hers. "I'll make sure you can get your inheritance as soon as you turn eighteen."
She nuzzles his nose with her own, loving the scent of satisfaction that his pheromones are giving off. The whiny voice inside her head is finally at peace, high on the climax he just gave her.
"I'm scared," she confesses. He presses a kiss to the tip of her nose, then brings her in for a hug. Rey buries her face on his chest, relishing his heat.
"I've got you now," he says in a serious tone. "I'll keep you safe."
As they drive home with their hands linked together in the space between their seats, she allows herself to imagine a future free of her grandfather's claws with the man that makes her body sing.
She never thought she would find happiness, had always assumed she'd be sent off to some random associate of her grandfather's and spend the rest of her days as a trophy wife in a cold manor home upstate. But as he squeezes her hand, she smiles at the hopeful feeling blooming in her chest.