Chapter 9
JAMIE
These hoity-toity parties never fail me when it comes to entertainment.
Since I’ve been here, I’ve overheard a guy talking with his buddies about how he’s fucking his boss’ wife, some woman who thinks it’s the end of the world that her lip injections didn’t make her already fat lips fatter, and I walked in on a guy fucking someone who I’m almost postive is his wife’s little brother.
Fun times.
Did I get evidence of all of that? Yes, yes I did. You never know when you need a good old blackmailing threat to get what you want.
Not that I think I’d need anything from those fuckers, but just in case.
Now, I’m done fucking around. I’ve done my best to be a good boy and keep my distance from my omega, but I’m done. My control has snapped because every where I turn I can smell hints of his honey and vanilla scent and it’s driving me fucking crazy.
Grinning, I watch as Beckham steps back into the main part of the party from the balcony. A moment later, Tatum follows.
Huh. I wonder what my prickly alpha was doing with our skittish omega.
I’m gonna find out.
Snatching a champagne flute from the tray of a passing waiter, I toss the whole thing back in one mouthful and place it back on the tray. “Thanks.” I give her a wink before swaggering my way across the room, ignoring the looks cast my way.
It's not my fault I’m so damn sexy. Okay, it might be the fact that my suit jacket is long gone and my dress shirt is wide open revealing all my glorious tattoos.
What? It’s fucking hot in here. Would it kill Eddy to get a bit of AC up in this joint? Maybe open a window or something.
As I get closer to my omega, my grin grows. He’s over by the food table, a place I’ve seen him at quite a bit tonight. “Nervous eater, huh?” I quip as I slide up next to him.
He pauses, a cupcake to his mouth and scowls over at me. Fuck, he’s so damn hot my cock twitches.
“For fuck’s sake,” he says before sighing heavily, placing the cupcake back on the napkin. “I should have known you’d be next. The other two already got to me.”
“Don’t sound too thrilled to see me.” I chuckle, crossing my arms and leaning against the table. “Do you really think I’d have gone the whole night not seeing my omega?” I tsk. “What kind of alpha would I be?”
“I’m not your omega,” he grumbles.
I snort out a laugh. “I think the bond inducing reaction any time we smell one another would argue otherwise.”
“What do you want, Jamie?” he asks, sounding tired. I cock my head to the side and really take him in. He looks edible, as always. But now there’s this melancholic aura to him.
Tatum said Beckham was staying in a motel. I’m going to guess that during the week away he didn’t get much sleep.
Was the fact he’s scent matched to us something that's really been taking a toll on him?
All the playfulness evaporates as I take a step closer to him. “Why are you fighting this? Why did you run away like being scent matched to us was the worst outcome?”
He licks his lips, eyes darting back and forth between mine before he looks around. He grunts, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of the room.
I let him lead me down a hall until he’s pulling me through a door, into another room. He pushes me up against the door and I gasp, eyes wide and a firm grin on my face.
“Damn, Omega. I like it rough. That's hot.”
“Shut up.” He growls, looming over me. I moan, my cock thick and needy. “Why are you guys so damn adamant on making me your omega? Why me? You don’t know me. I’m ten years older than you, and you're my damn students!”
I cock my head to the side. “Really?” I chuckle as his chest heaves with every breath he takes. “Do you think we have a choice? Beckham, you’re our scent match. None of us got a choice in this.”
“Okay, so you're only after me because we’re scent matched.” He nods, taking a step away.
“See, this is why I’m freaking out. There’s no way this can work.
I promise, you don’t want me for me.” He shakes his head, appearing dejected.
“You're too young. You have your whole life to live. Go, enjoy it, find someone who fits your pack. But it’s not me.”
“Stop.” The smile drops from my face as anger seeps in. I don’t like how he’s talking, how he could so easily dismiss us. “Stop acting like we’re not your fucking alphas Beckham. Because we are. Don’t tell us what’s best for us. You don’t even know us.”
“That's the point!” he shouts, his eyes wide with panic. He’s starting to spiral and everything inside me tells me to pull him into my arms and make it all better.
But something tells me if I tried that, I’d end up with a knee to the balls.
“We know nothing about each other. So why do you expect me to just drop to my knees like a good omega and accept my fate?”
“You could start by getting to know us.” I narrow my eyes. “Do you know how much of a kick to the gut it was to have you run out the way you did? To act like your world was fucking ending?” While in my damn heart I felt like my whole world was beginning.
He blinks at me, his body starting to deflate. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he says.
“Then why did you run?”
“Because I was terrified. I still am,” he grits out, like it’s hard for him to admit.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want alphas, okay? I have my whole life planned out. I like the way it is.”
“Really?” I cross my arms. “Something tells me that's a load of shit.”
“You don’t know anything.” He growls.
“Because you won’t let us! Okay, so you had this whole life before us.
So did we. That’s how our world works, Beckham.
We go along with our lives then boom, scent matches happen, and everything changes.
But do you know what most alphas and omegas do?
They talk it out, get to know the other person, find ways to make it work.
You act like it’s just so easy to walk away when you damn well know it’s not.
How was the week away from us, huh?” It was fucking hell for me.
“It was fine. I was fine.” Lies roll off him in waves.
“Yeah?” I ask, taking a step towards him. “Is that why you reek of Tatum’s cum?” A smile lifts at the corner of my mouth.
He licks his lips, blinking at me. “You're not the only crazy bastard in your pack,” Beckham grumbles. “Is that your thing? Breaking into places and cumming all over my stuff?”
“Ahh,” I say, grinning. “You got my little present.”
“Do you know how hard it is to scrub dried cum off a desk?” He hisses.
“The dean thought it was mine. Now he thinks I fucking jack off at work and don’t bother to clean up.
You're already causing issues for me, Jamie. Then Tatum breaks into my personal space and uses my boxers as a cum rag? How low can you guys go?”
“Oh baby.” I chuckle, biting my lip. “We can go so fucking low. You have no idea. You think that’s bad? That's not even close to what we would do when it comes to you. We’re fucking obsessed, Omega. Because you're ours. Soon, you're going to need to accept that.”
His nostrils flare. “That’s another reason why this won’t work. You have no fucking boundaries.”
“I’ll admit to that.” I shrug. “But I can smell your cum mixed in with Tatum’s too, Omega.” I chuckle. “Wanna tell me how that happened?”
“No.” He growls, his cheeks turning pink.
My smile grows. “Did you take your boxers and add your load to his?” I ask, groaning as the image pops into my head. His cheeks grow pink and my smile is full blown now. “You did. Fucking hell, baby, that’s so damn hot.”
“Shut up. I’m not your baby,” he hisses back.
“But you are.” I chuckle, stepping closer. “You're ours, Beckham. The universe plucked you out of the millions of omegas and made us your alphas. So what's it going to take for you to stop fighting this bond, to stop fighting us?”
“There’s nothing. You're too young. It puts my job at risk. I like my life the way it was. We live two very different lives." he says, spitting out the same bullshit excuses.
“Eeehhh, wrong answer. Try again.” Beckham steps around me, like he’s going toward the door. Nope. He’s not getting away from me that easily. I spin around and shove the door shut as he tries to open it. Spinning around, he glares at me.
“Leave it alone, Jamie.” I can hear the fight in his voice starting to break.
Come on, Beckham. Give me something.
I know I shouldn’t push him but I’m terrified if I let him leave now, he’s gonna be gone for good. I’ll do anything, and I mean anything for him to agree to give my pack a chance.
I know if he does, he’s not going to be able to fight the bond. He just needs to stop being so damn determined to do so.
“Age is just a number, Beckham. We might be twenty-one, but in the life we live, we’ve had to grow up at a much younger age.
We’re not stupid kids. And wanna know a secret?
” I whisper, stepping closer to him until he’s trapped between me and the door.
He might be older, but I’m his height and have way more build than he does.
I love the way he reacts to me. His words are fighting this, but his scent tells me he fucking loves it.
My omega is needy, his cock stiff against his dress pants. I can feel it when I roll my hips forward, pinning him in place.
Leaning in, I bring my lips to his ear and whisper. “There’s a rule that professors can’t date their students.”
“I– I know.” he grunts out. “That’s why we can’t do this.”
I grin, leaning in to lick up the side of his neck, loving the groan that rumbles in his chest. My eyes roll back at his taste, a growl slipping free as I nip at his skin, just enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the skin.
“But, my sweet omega. There’s a condition that overrides that.
Wanna take a guess on what that might be? ”
He groans again but this time in defeat as the answer comes to mind. “Scent matches," he whispers.