Chapter 10
BECKHAM
My body trembles as the last remnants of my orgasm wrack my body. Chest heaving, I blink my heavy eyes open, body humming in pleasure as I look down at the blond haired, blue eyed alpha who’s on his knees in front of me sucking the last drop of cum off my cock with a pop.
“Yum.” He hums, licking his lips with his signature cocky smirk on his face.
I blink as my brain struggles to catch up with what just happened. The moment it does, I start to feel the panic seeping in.
Jamie sees it in my eyes, and fists his hands at his sides to keep himself from grabbing me. “Beckham, don’t,” he pleads with me, and I hate how hurt he looks.
“I’m fine. Everything is fine.” I blow out a breath, running a hand through my hair as I adjust my glasses.
“Then why do you look like you want to run?” Jamie asks, getting to his feet.
“Because I do.”
“Don’t.” He growls, eyes narrowed as he helps tuck my cock back into my pants.
“What we did wasn’t wrong. You’re my omega.
I’m your alpha. It felt right. Felt fucking perfect.
I want more. So much more. And when you’re ready, I’ll get on my fucking knees and crawl to you like a good little whore.
” He grins, and I know that he absolutely would.
Fuck. Why does he have to be so damn cute? Not sure what comes over me, I grab his jaw roughly. “This changes nothing.” I glare at him.
“Oh, baby.” He chuckles. “This changes everything.”
With an annoyed groan, I slam my lips against his, kissing him roughly. He moans into my mouth as my tongue tangles with his. I can taste my release on his tongue, salty and sweet. It has my cock ready to go again.
A warm feeling flutters over me and I hate that I like it.
Ripping my lips from his, I stare at him, panting heavily. “I’m not running.” I grunt. “But I need to go. I need to clear my head before anything else happens.”
“Go,” he murmurs, kissing me again and fuck, I want to just pull him into my arms, bury my face into his neck, and never let him go.
What the fuck happned tonight? How did I go from losing my mind about being scent matched to three men I don’t know anything about to wanting nothing more than to go home with them?
Fighting my omega instincts isn’t going to be easy. And if it wasn’t for my fears, I don’t think I would.
Something about these guys screams safe. But I’m not stupid enough to believe that when I don’t even know them.
Jamie steps back, allowing me to open the door. I pull it open and take a step out.
“Beckham,” Jamie calls. I turn around to look at him.
He leans against the doorframe, his hair a mess, his lips red and swollen, but it’s the gleam of happiness in his eyes that makes my heart nearly fucking explode.
“Be at school Monday. Stop running. There’s no point.
We will always find you.” He shoves his hands in his pockets as he starts to walk down the hall towards the room filled with some of the most deadly people in this country.
“Also, I’m obsessed. And I don’t see myself ever backing down!
” he shouts before pushing through the doors.
What the fuck just happend?
Mind whirling, I head the opposite way to the front of the house. Shoving my hands into my pocket, I pull out my pack of cigarettes.
Placing the butt between my lips, I light it up and inhale deeply. My eyes roll back and I moan as the smoke fills my lungs.
It’s an unhealthy habit, one I only do when I’m stressed or overwhelmed. Unfortunately, that's been a lot these days.
Leaning against the side of the house, nuzzled away in the dark, I enjoy the quiet of late January air. It doesn’t last long before the reality of what just happened settles in.
The facts are, they are my alphas. Not just any alphas, my scent matches.
I can continue to fight it, but I know there's no use.
They want me and they’re not going to let anything stop them.
The biggest reason why I was fighting this bond in the first place wasn’t only because of their age, because these men are well beyond their years, or the fact they are my students because there are rules put into place because of situations like this.
It was because they came off as dominant cocky young alphas. The kind that wanted a submissive omega to play with, to please them.
And that’s not me.
Jamie just proved me wrong. Because he had no issue getting on his knees and letting me fuck his face until I shattered above him.
He submitted to me. And fuck me if that wasn’t one of the hottest moments of my life.
Is there a chance that maybe this could work out if the others are willing to submit to me sexually like Jamie?
Are the other two switches, or are they firmly tops?
Fuck. These are things I should really be talking to them about.
Why does the idea of sitting down with these twenty-one year olds to talk about sex feel weird? I’m a thirty-five year old man, I’ve been having sex for over fifteen years. I’m nowhere near some blushing virgin.
But Jamie was the first alpha I’ve been with… willingly.
And what made it better was seeing an alpha on his knees, being used and loving every moment of it.
I’m starting to think these guys are not like the average alphas.
This was just one incident. I’m not going to let it make my decision about them. We’ll see if this is just a way to rope me into being theirs, or if they actually mean it.
As I stomp out my cigarette and head back inside, I’ve decided that while I’m not going to jump into this relationship with them, I will stop running and let things progress naturally.
If I do this with a clear head, I’ll be able to see the signs if things are going to go bad and get out of the situation without putting myself in a vulnerable position.
If I run, I’ll probably be single forever because I know I would never be able to be with another person after finding my scent matches. The idea of being single and alone forever fills me with dread.
I’m tired of running, tired of going through life alone.
When I get inside, instead of going back to the party, I head towards the stairs, ready to just call it a night. The past week has been pure hell and I haven’t been able to get any sleep.
Maybe now that I don’t have to worry as much, I can actually get a good night's sleep.
“Leaving the party so soon?” The sound of Ralph’s voice from behind me makes my spine stiffen and my heart race, not in a good way.
Ignoring him, I force myself to keep going, heading up the steps.
Unfortunately, Ralph doesn’t take the hint, following after me.
My heart starts to race, my hands balling into fists.
Breathe, Beckham. He’s not going to do anything. You’re not the same young omega. He can’t touch you. Not anymore.
Shame fills me because amongst my freak out after finding out about my scent matches, I started taking suppressants. The idea of me going into heat and craving my alphas terrified me at the time.
Now, I’m starting to think it’s a good idea if I’m going to be living under the same roof as Ralph.
It’s something I should have done as soon as I moved here rather than avoiding my father’s home all together.
I’ve always prided myself on embracing every aspect of being an omega. I’ll never stop being proud of my designation but if taking suppressants can help protect me, then it’s something I need to do.
As Ralph follows after me, I’m so damn glad I’m on them because I know being with Jamie the way I was, being so close to my scent matched alpha like that for the first time could have sent me into heat.
And there’s no fucking way I’d let Ralph catch me vulnerable like that ever again.
I manage to get to the top of the stairs and halfway down the hall before he reaches me. “Don’t fucking run away from me, Omega.” Ralph growls as he grabs my arm, yanking me back and pushing me up against the wall.
“Get off me.” I shove him, making him stumble back.
His angry glare shoots daggers at me.
“Look who finally grew a pair of balls.” Ralph chuckles as I push myself off the wall.
“Leave me alone,” I warn him.
“Or what?” he taunts, cocking his head to the side. “You gonna go tell daddy?” He laughs. “No. Because you and I both damn well know your father wouldn’t believe you. I’m his best friend, his second in command. I’ve been by his side while you ran away for ten fucking years.”
My stomach turns, hating how his words are getting to me.
“We’re both grown men.” I spit. “Just move on with your life okay? I have.” I turn around and walk towards my room.
“Moved on? You mean with those pathetic little punk alphas?” He snorts. “Guess we have something in common, huh? We both like them young.”
Bile fills my throat as anger rises. I spin around and storm over, getting in his face.
“Fuck you.” I spit. “We are not the same. Not even fucking close. You are a monster. An alpha who gets a power trip by making others feel weak. Forcing themselves on people who don’t fucking want it.
I would never. At least they want me. Want my touch. ”
Ralph’s nostrils flare.
“Watch what you say, Beckham. Your mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” I laugh, not believing a single word I’m saying but letting my adrenaline and anger fuel me right now.
“And if you don’t fuck off and leave me alone, I’ll tell them what you’re really like.
Something tells me my scent matched alphas wouldn’t like the idea of someone hurting what belongs to them. ”
What the fuck am I even saying right now? I don’t belong to them. I don’t belong to anyone. If anything, they are my fucking alphas. They belong to me. Mine.
“Once a whore, always a fucking whore.” Ralph spits. “Watch yourself, Beckham. You might be a fun toy for them now, but eventually men like them will get bored with you and find someone new.”
Before our scent bonds kicked into place, I might have believed him. Jamie, Tatum, and Alaric come off as fuck boys, rich alphas who love to live on the edge, to get their fun any way they can.