Chapter 8
ALARIC
Ihate suits. I’m much more comfortable in my day to day “let’s fuck shit up” attire, but this is what was expected for tonight.
“Stop pulling at your collar,” Jamie hisses.
“Stop trying to tell me what to do,” I growl. “I haven’t fucked your throat today, and you’re getting awfully mouthy, Jameson.”
“You’re in trouble,” Tate chuckles under his breath. “Fuck, there he is. Damn, he looks so good. Our omega cleans up well.”
It’s difficult to maintain an air of calm as I slowly turn to find Beckham. He is beside his father, his face devoid of all emotion as he speaks to people. This is the face of a mafia son who has been taught well.
It’s hard to believe this is the same omega who stands in front of a class and passionately discusses statistics and socioeconomic factors. Or at least, he did do that up until recently.
“I’m going to be his shadow for a bit,” I breathe, my feet already moving.
Jamie chuckles under his breath, making my lips twitch.
That fucker knows that we are all stalkers for our omega.
I need him to understand that we aren’t going away and that he needs to stop hiding.
Frankly, he sucks at it, and my hand clenches as I imagine spanking his ass for being so reckless with his safety.
My steps are short and measured as I move across the room to follow my omega. Stealing a glass of champagne from a tray even though I rarely touch the stuff, my gaze remains on him as he speaks to different guests at the event.
I sip my glass of bubbly piss occasionally, trying not to make a face each time I do. However, I notice that each time he nears a man with cold eyes and greasy, slicked back dark hair, Beckham cringes and finds a way to get away as quickly as possible.
Not liking the noticeable change in my usually confident and commanding omega, I move behind a column in the room, my eyes staying on Beckham as the alpha moves closer to him. I don’t want to show my hand too soon, but I need more information before I decide I need to begin breaking bones.
While Tatum and Jamie are the hot heads in our pack, I try to remain the voice of reason. That’s becoming increasingly more difficult as I struggle to see through the veil of red descending my gaze.
Calm. Breathe. Don’t fuck this up. The words force me to take a quiet gulp of air, while attempting to listen to the quiet words Beckham is saying.
“…Ralph,” I hear. “I’m just making my rounds to ensure I speak to everyone. Just like Dad asked me to.”
I memorize the name, determined to find out more about this alpha.
“That’s admirable after you took off for a week,” Ralph growls. Beckham’s scent sours slightly, making my lips pull back into a snarl. He’s clearly uncomfortable, and dare I say, maybe scared? “You haven’t spared more than a glance in my direction, though. Why is that?”
I swallow hard as Beckham’s back straightens and his ass clenches, deciding I’m definitely going to need to figure out what the fuck this is about. However, I’m going to save my omega now. I’ve seen quite enough.
“Beckham,” I say, walking toward him. It’s a short walk, and I jovially throw my arm over his shoulder.
Beckham’s eyes grow wide with surprise, and dare I say it arousal? Whatever it is, I’m officially acting as a knight in motherfucking armor tonight, and I don’t hate it. “Will you come with me to find another glass of champagne? I haven’t had a chance to say hello yet.”
“Hello, Alaric,” he says, his voice deepening. “If you’ll excuse me, Ralph, I need to get going.”
“Are you staying at home tonight?” he asks.
I want to fucking kill him. Why is he asking that? This must be one of Eddy’s men if he lives in the compound. Either way, I don’t fucking like it.
“Yeah,” Beckham rasps, before I pull him away.
“What the fuck was that about?” I ask slowly. I have a lot to cover with my scared omega, but it can wait. What just happened behind me? That bullshit absolutely can’t stand.
“Just my father’s right-hand man,” he sighs tiredly.
“It’s fine.” He tries to put some distance between us, turning his back to me.
No, that won’t do. He’s run from us for long enough.
I’m not letting him go again that easily.
I grip his hip, stepping up to place my front to his back, and he stiffens at the contact.
“I doubt that’s true, little liar,” I growl, dragging my nose up the back of his neck before kissing him behind his ear.
I love the way his whole body shivers, not seeming to be able to help himself, as he relaxes into my touch. That's my good boy.
We’re in a section of the room where everyone has their backs to us, and I plan to take full advantage.
“I want to hear the truth when you’re ready.
” I inhale, needing a hit of his honey and vanilla when there’s a hint of something else.
A smell I’m all too familiar with. “Why do you smell differently?”
There’s a distinct smell of pumpkin marshmallow on his skin. Fuck…
“What did Tate do?” I ask.
Beckham turns around, his eyes narrowed. “What didn’t he do?” Beckham grumbles, plucking my half empty glass of champagne away from me, deftly replacing it with a fresh one. The waiter takes the used glass from Beckham, continuing on like magic.
I don’t go to many fancy parties, so I just gaze on with a small shake of my head at the well choreographed witchcraft.
“I need a little more context,” I murmur, directing him out onto an outdoor patio. No one else is out here, and it’ll allow me to speak to him easier.
His eyes dart around the room. “We’re not talking about it here," he says, a slight tinge of pink blooming onto his cheeks. Aww, is my omega embarrassed? Whatever for, I wonder?
“Have you seen him?” I ask, my eyes narrowing.
“No, I haven’t,” he denies.
“Okay,” I drawl. Clearly something happened that I’m not aware of and my alpha is keeping things from me. I’m going to have to have a chat with Tatum about keeping things from us regarding our omega. “Then are you wearing something of his?”
He licks his lips, looking away. “Ah, you could say that,” he grumbles under his breath. “Seriously, what is wrong with that man?” he groans.
My lip twitches, because my pack is a bit unhinged.
“The only thing about him that smells that strongly of his scent is his cum or his spit,” I murmur. “Which is it?”
Beckham swings his glaring look my way. “You wanna know? It’s his…cum,” he hisses. “It’s his fucking cum and I have it on my skin, but I’m not telling you why. So leave it alone.”
“Fair enough,” I grunt, taking a step towards him, bridging the gap he created.
Gripping his chin, I grin at the sharp intake of breath.
“I’m a jealous asshole, Beckham,” I growl low in my chest. His eyes widen, lips parting like he can’t believe I’d be so bold.
I haven’t even started, Little Omega. “Now, be a good boy and open your mouth.” I tip his head back, smirking at how I’m going to continue to surprise my omega.
“I need to leave you something to remember me by.”
That sexy glare is back, yet he does as he’s told. Mhm, what a good fucking boy. “Like you’re not memorable as is,” he mutters before parting his lips.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I growl, noticing his erection as I grind against him. I’m typically pretty dominant, but I fucking love the way his dick twitches against mine. Yeah, I can work with this. “I want to see if this shit tastes any better from your mouth.”
Taking a sip of the chilled champagne, I smirk before I open my mouth so it’ll spill right into my omega’s open lips.
It’s a beautiful sight, the way that it streams into his mouth, and how his eyes widen in shock.
Kissing him hard, I swallow back some of the liquid as our teeth clash together.
His pupils are blown out as we break apart, and his chest heaves as he stares back at me.
“What’s the verdict?” he sasses, taking a step back, watching as I place the half empty glass on a table.
“It’s better, but I’ll take a beer any day,” I chuckle. “Beckham?”
“Yeah?” His voice has a slight rasp to it, his hands smoothing over his clothing as he attempts to calm himself, trying to act like I don’t affect him. He can try, but he’s not fooling anyone.
Again, I crowd his space, getting close enough that we’re only a breath apart. “Know this. We will chase you,” I murmur. “Don’t run for long. I can only keep them reigned in for so long.”
“Reigned in?” He scoffed. “I think you’ve already failed at that.
” he hisses. “I went back to school to get some things for work and I found out that Jamie jacked off in my office and came all over my fucking desk, while Tatum broke into my hotel room to come in my boxers! Doesn’t sound like they’re in control to me. ”
Huh. That does sound like something my packmates would do. “Are you wearing them?” I ask, my fingers wrapping around his jaw to push it upward so I can lick up his exposed throat. “That would explain why you smell so strongly of his cum.”
Beckham glares at me before he shakes his head in a jerky manner.
“Hmmm. But you kept them, didn’t you?” I chuckle.
Beckham doesn’t say anything, but his hands are fisted and his face is getting redder as his nostrils flair. Dirty omega. I fucking love it.
Stepping back, my hand falls away as I shrug. “Can you imagine what they’ll be like when the leash snaps?”
“Fuck me,” he grumbles in annoyance.
“Oh, I plan on it,” I grin.
With one last scathing glare, Beckham spins around and rushes back into the room while I chuckle darkly.
Run, Little Omega. I’ll see you soon enough.
TATUM
“Our omega tastes delicious,” Alaric murmurs in my ear as he returns to me. I don’t know where Jamie fucked off to, but I trust him to stay out of trouble.
“Oh?” I ask innocently, ready for my turn. He will see me this time, and beg for more.
“Mmhm. Did you really cum in his boxers?” Alaric chuckles.