Chapter 2
FIVE MONTHS LATER
ALARIC
There are times when I wonder why I’m bothering with college. My life is complicated, and I often have to split my time between business and pleasure.
It’s always the hardest to find the motivation to go to classes at the beginning of a new semester, as an older student.
My pack and I started later because school is important to Jameson.
He wants to play football, live as normal life as possible, before we all step into the more criminal parts of our lives.
“We’re going to be late!” Tate yells, scowling at Jamie as he rushes around picking up his shit.
“It’s college and the first day of the new semester, they don’t give a shit if we aren’t on time.” He smirks.
“I heard this teacher is a hard ass,” I grumble. I don’t care either way if our butts aren’t in the seats exactly at nine in the morning.
It’s entirely too early for class. I was out late on a job last night, so the last thing I want is to leave the house today.
“Eh, he can’t be that bad.” Jamie smirks, making sure to brush against my body as he passes me.
Refusing to let him get away with that, I shove him against the wall, my lips cruelly twisting as his back makes contact with it. If he’s going to make my cock pay attention to him first thing in the morning, I’m going to ensure he’s rock hard all…through…class.
His gorgeous hazel eyes darken for me as he listens to me growl, but he just slouches against the wall, his backpack dangling from his fingertips.
“You’re writing checks I don’t think your ass can cash,” I murmur, caging his body with mine.
“We don’t have time for you to spank him,” Tate sighs. “Red always looks really fucking good on his skin though.”
“Are you just going to edge me or are you—”
I slam my mouth down on Jamie’s to interrupt him, my hand between his legs to squeeze his cock. I give into how good he smells, tastes, and feels, knowing I’m starting something I can’t possibly finish until later. I want to tie him to our bed, fuck his ass until he screams, and then do it again.
My pack is like a drug, and I’m an addict.
My tongue drags against Jamie’s, my piercing reminding him of how skilled I am with it as he moans. My lips devour his, my teeth nipping at his bottom lip as I stroke his cock outside of his jeans until I move away.
“What is that saying about playing with fire?” I tease him, picking up my discarded book bag. I don’t even remember dropping it.
“God, you’re such an asshole.” Jamie groans, adjusting his cock unapologetically. “Burn me baby! I’ll keep coming back for more.”
“Move it,” Tate says, rolling his eyes. “You’re such a goofball, and now we’re all going to roll into class looking like we want to fuck.”
“Is that a problem?” I ask, walking out the door.
“No, but I’m a sucker for how good you two smell. I may use one of your tight throats later in between classes,” Tate sighs, locking up.
We don’t live far from class, and it’s a nice day. Maybe it’ll help how tight my pants fit at the moment too, though that’s doubtful as my pack surrounds me on either side.
Oh well.
“I volunteer Jamie’s throat as tribute.” I chuckle darkly. “I love how fucked up his voice is after a rough face fucking.”
“You’re ganging up on me,” Jamie grumbles, his cheeks heating with desire.
“Poor baby. When you mouth off, you get punished,” I shrug, seeing the school up ahead. “We had a really good break.”
My voice is wistful, and Jamie throws his arm around my shoulders.
“This place reminds us that there’s more to life than mafia shit,” he says softly, aware there are people around. “I appreciate that you subject yourselves to the torture of papers, textbooks, and exams for me. You can dump your load into my ass anytime.”
The last of his words are spoken loudly enough for people to turn around, and I hide my smile with my hand as I rub my lips. Jamie doesn’t give a flying fuck what people think. I love that about him.
People naturally move away from us as we walk, my tattoos on display since my sleeves are pushed up. All around us, coats cover shivering bodies, while I just have a vest casually thrown over my long sleeved shirt.
I can tell our energy feels different from the typical college kid, and I don’t mind that. It keeps Jamie safe when he wants to go to a party alone or is studying late at night. Just our reputation for not taking any shit encases him in a special kind of bubble wrap money can’t buy.
I know he can defend himself because I taught him all he knows. I ride his ass about getting into the gun range to practice, he spars with me at home, along with everything he does for football. My man is fine as fuck.
“Stop staring at me,” Jamie says, chuckling.
“Can’t do that,” I grunt, opening the door for my pack. “I’m all riled up without an outlet. It’ll only get worse from here.”
“I hope you don’t need your voice for scrimmage later with your teammates,” Tate chimes in.
“I’ll sacrifice myself for a taste of your cum, Tater Tot,” Jamie murmurs. “I don’t need to talk to toss around a ball.”
I roll my eyes because even I know there’s more to college football than that. I may not enjoy watching it, but Tate and I will attend big games to support Jamie.
Sprinting up the stairs since we’re almost out of time, the three of us walk smoothly into the room and find a seat.
“You’re lucky he’s not here yet,” a male student mumbles under his breath.
Nodding to show I heard him, I pull out a notebook and drop it on the desk in an attempt to appear to be a decent student. I retain knowledge well, barely have to study, and it drives Jamie insane while he works his ass off.
College is his dream, not mine. I’m a co-dependent alpha who wants to spend time with him. Honestly, I don’t think I’d see him much if I wasn’t enrolled at Crown Well.
The door opens at a minute after nine, and our professor strides toward the podium. He’s wearing a brown suit jacket, an open lavender button up shirt, and a pair of blue trousers I want to peel down his thighs.
Clearing my throat, I discreetly glance at my best friends, and unsurprisingly Jamie’s jaw is dropped. Tate’s jaw clenches in interest as his gaze sweeps over the man in front of us.
“You’re going to catch flies, baby,” I tease Jamie under my breath.
“Alaric,” he hisses. “That can not be our teacher.”
Tate pinches Jamie’s ass next to him to get him to shut up without glancing over at him, his intense caramel eyes unmoving from our teacher.
Hmm. It appears we’ve found prey. This could be fun.
We’re close enough to the front of the class that I can see our teacher has blue eyes that seem to narrow as he looks over his students, his brown hair curling in a way that makes me want to run my fingers through it.
Fisting my hand to remind myself to stay in control, I inhale deeply, annoyed that the teacher isn’t close enough for me to smell him. I suddenly really want to know if he smells as good as he looks.
“Good morning class,” he says, his voice almost hoarse as I slump in my chair with my legs spread wide. “I’m Mr. Beckham Kennedy, and you may call me Mr. Kennedy. Or Professor Kennedy. The choice is yours.”
My lips twitch in amusement as I watch the way his eyes drop to my crotch and my very prominent erection.
“Yes, well…” It takes Mr. Kennedy a great deal of effort to tear his eyes away from my crotch, and I run my thumb underneath my eyes.
Maybe try keeping your eyes off my dick, Professor.
Mr. Kennedy swallows hard before he proceeds to stare past me at nothing. Oh, I really don’t fucking like that.
“I won’t bore you with my syllabus, as I expect that you’ve at least glanced at it,” Mr. Kennedy says.
“First, let’s clear the air. I am an omega, and quite unapologetic about it.
Keep your alpha barks to yourself, as it’s illegal to use them to get a better grade.
Yes, someone has tried to do this before. ”
Jamie, Tate, and I growl at the same time, but what the fuck? I want to lick him and I’m not sure why. The thought that anyone would do this to an omega pisses me off.
Jamie’s fingers dig warningly into my thigh, and I feel very confused. It’s like the few times that I’ve gotten drunk. I’m lightheaded, and it’s difficult for me to figure out why I feel as if I’m in danger.
“Get a hold of yourselves,” Mr. Kennedy murmurs, frowning in our direction.
“I’m perfectly fine. I will lecture every class, and it will be on the exams. I am not your parent, if you have to miss class, I do expect you to get the notes from someone else.
If I remember, I’ll post them to the school website, but it’s sporadically done. ”
Jamie’s practically vibrating with excitement and my stomach flip flops at what this means.
Mr. Kennedy appears nervous as we stare at him, forcing him to look somewhere other than at us. I like that he notices us, even though I try to melt into the background. I have what Jamie likes to call “big dick energy,” and I can get really intense.
His hands tremble slightly, and my gaze narrows on them. Does he feel it too? This invisible thread tying us together?
I am stubborn, and while I’ve always thought about finding our omega, I didn’t think it would happen in the middle of this fucking classroom. I’m unsure if we’re scent matches, but I really want this omega on his knees for us.
Mr. Kennedy finds his composure the longer he talks, and I think ignoring my pack is helping his concentration.
I like when he’s off balance. He’s really handsome, and his muscles move as he speaks with his hands once he’s passionate about something.
My notebook never opens throughout his introduction that becomes a lecture, and I notice his gaze drops a couple of times to my desk.
Everyone else except my pack is furiously taking notes, but I’m unbothered. Jamie and Tate know I’ll be able to deliver this entire lecture typed up and emailed to the two of them by the end of the day. Yes, I’m that good.
School may be wasted on me, but I am efficient.
We all stand as the class ends, and I notice the heat in the professor’s glare as my pack begins to walk toward the door.
“Fuck, he’s really hot,” Jamie breathes, winking at the professor shamelessly. “Think he’ll let you spank him too?”
“All I’ve thought about is how well he’ll swallow my dick,” Tate admits. “I couldn’t pay attention to anything once his lips started moving.”
“The two of you are hopeless,” I chuckle. “He might be fun to play with, right?”
“Yeah, I think he will be,” Tate says as we walk through the doorway. Colors seem a little duller once we’re out of the professor’s presence, and that’s also how I know I’m in trouble.
It feels like how I knew that Tate and Jameson were more than just my best friends, they’d become everything to me.
“Does anything feel different to you guys?” I ask, frowning. “Yes, he’s hot, but—”
“Thank fuck,” Jamie says dramatically. “Yes. It feels like something big just happened and I don’t know why.”
Tate glances at us both as he nods. “I’ve never growled at a teacher before because he told me someone was unfair to him.”
“Me either,” I grunt. “I want to know why my knot is throbbing. I thought my dick was going to be a problem earlier, but I think we may need to go home to fuck this out. We have an hour to kill between classes, right?”
Tate checks his watch, nodding. “More like forty-five minutes for me, but yeah,” he says. “We don’t even know what he smells like yet. Can you imagine how much worse this could get?”
“Professor better buckle up, I think things may get bumpy. I wonder how pretty his eyes will look when he chokes on our cocks,” I say.
We practically race each other home for a morning fuck, and I can’t tell you the last time that happened. It’s going to be a very interesting semester.