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The voice was deep, rough, and made every inch of his skin prickle with want. John looked up slowly into the eyes of his professor. House was standing right in front of him, staring intently, eyes unnaturally bright. The scent was even stronger now and John belatedly realized that it was coming from House, sweet and intoxicating, something he yearned to have more of. He had the thought that if he licked the man he might get to taste it as well and that was the most appealing thing of all. A whimper rose in the back of his throat and he leaned forward, unable to describe what exactly it was he needed so badly.
House sucked in a deep breath and his eyes went dark, the pupils dilating. "Class is dismissed."
"What?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've only just started!"
"Class dismissed!" House barked, and the amount of ire in his voice made it clear that he would not be disobeyed. John's startled classmates began packing their things together immediately, including Sarah, who cast a longing glance at the experiment before she grudgingly shuffled back to her desk to retrieve her backpack. She turned back to look at John, who hadn't moved an inch.
"Aren't you coming?" she asked.
"Mr Watson will be staying here to help me with something," House said. "Get out."
Sarah scowled but she went, and once she was gone House strode over to the door and locked it behind her. John closed his eyes and let his head drop down against the metal of the desk. His hips were moving unconsciously now, thrusting against the empty air, searching for... something. His trousers were past the point of dampness; he could feel them squelching every time he moved. The cramping in his stomach was finally beginning to ease, but it had changed into an odd feeling of emptiness in the very pit of his belly. It was uncomfortable and he didn't like it. He whinged again and didn't hear House approaching over the low, mournful sound, so he couldn't help jerking back when long fingers slid around his cheek.
"Don't," House warned, tilting John's face up. He was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed. "Don't fight me, John."
"What's happening to me?" John whispered. He felt like he knew, he felt like the answer was just there, within his reach but lost to him through the thick fog of whatever this was.
"You've presented as an omega."
Oh, John thought, looking up into the man's face. Into the alpha's face. The unbonded, strong, powerful alpha who was attractive and alone in a locked room with him and smelled so fucking good. Oh.
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So glad it is you. Can't wait for more. I almost missed it.
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Oh man, this is going to be so hot. I'm on tenterhooks waiting for the next part!
BTW, I'm loving the description of John presenting as omega. And I love that he was completely oblivious to the signs. So excited for more. :)
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