Chapter 12 #2
He swallows hard, breath coming in shallow breaths. “Got it. Professor.” He smirks.
Glaring at him, I let go and take a step back. He chuckles.
“Admit it, Omega.” He grins, rubbing at his jaw. “You want me. I can fucking smell it.”
“So what if I do.” I lift my chin, no point in denying it seeing how I’m perfuming like I’m in a whore house. Slick is fucking leaking from my ass to the point I’m clenching my cheeks so damn hard I might cramp, and my cock is harder than stone, pressing against my slacks.
“Why don’t you just give in?” Alaric asks, smirking.
“I’m not gonna make it that easy.” I smirk back. “You three have been very good boys this past week,” I praise. “Keep it up. And then maybe soon, I’ll let you have the honor of getting on your knees and crawling to me. And if you beg me nicely, I’ll let you suck my cock.”
All I’ve been able to think about is the feeling of Jamie’s lips wrapped around my dick, the way he let me fuck his face, loving every moment like a dirty little whore. It was one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever had the privilege to not only watch, but experience.
I say this in hopes of riling the alpha up, catching him off guard, testing him even.
But it doesn’t work. He smirks, taking a step forward and hands me the coffee I left behind. I take it. “I can’t fucking wait.” He chuckles, winking before he turns around and leaves.
I stand there, shocked.
“Alaric,” I call out. He turns around and looks at me, raising a brow in question.
“Thanks.” I hold up the coffee.
“Any time, Becky.” With a smirk, he spins on his heel and leaves.
Did that asshole just call me Becky? He really is a brat.
Sighing, I take a sip of the coffee, not sure what to expect, but when the familiar taste of pumpkin marshmallow hits my tongue, I can’t help my moan.
Ever since coming back to work, I changed my drink order from a regular coffee to this flavor. It reminded me of Tatum and some sad part of me finds it comforting. And it helps that it tastes amazing. It doesn't help that it makes my dick hard.
The question is, how does Alaric know my drink order? Or was it a lucky guess?
I managed to get through my first class this week without popping a boner like some kind of teenage boy.
I think the biggest reason was because after the run in with Alaric, I went back to my car and thank god for tinted windows, because if anyone saw that I was jerking one off in the school parking lot, I’d have been arrested.
It was either that, or go back to school with a stiffie.
I also did my best not to look at the three sexy as fuck alphas sitting in the front row, looking at me like I was their next meal. It was damn near impossible, but I did it.
Jamie didn’t make it easy, trying to get my attention any way he could.
Thankfully, I don’t have any work left to catch up on, so I decide to take the night off and head home to shower and get ready.
Dad said he was already out for a business meeting and we made plans to meet up at the restaurant. It’s a steak house, one of the best within miles.
Parking my car, I head inside. The hostess smiles. “Hi! How can I help you? Do you have a reservation?”
Shit. No. I didn’t even think about that. I just searched places that looked good to eat.
“Ah no.” I rub at the back of my head.
“I’m sorry sir, but we only take reservations. And we book weeks in advance. Unfortunately we won't be able to seat you tonight.”
“Rachel!” another woman hisses out, rushes over, her eyes wide and panicked. She looks at me apologetically. “We’re so sorry, Sir. She’s new here.”
My brows furrow. Okay?
“So, I don’t need a reservation.”
“You do,” Becky says. “He does,” she tells the other woman.
“Not for the owner of the restaurant's son.” She glares at Becky. Now it’s Becky’s turn, her face turning white.
“I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
Huh. Guess dad owns this place. Would have been nice to know beforehand.
“How could you?” I give her a friendly smile. “I’ve never been here before and I didn’t even give you my name. I’m Beckham Kennedy. My father said he was here?”
“Yes. He’s already at his regular table. My name is Kelly. Let me take you to him.”
Before I go, I lean towards Becky. “Breathe,” I say softly. “It’s okay. You did nothing wrong.”
She gives me a wobbly smile and nods. “Thank you.”
Poor girl. But I understand her panic. While I’m not some big scary guy, my dad is. To me, he’s just a teddy bear. To the world? He’s a stone cold killer hidden behind a charming smile.
Following Kelly through the place, I take a look around. It’s your typical fancy steak house. Everything is clean, sleek, and modern looking.
When I see dad, I can’t help but smile. “Thanks,” I tell Kelly and take a seat.
“Glad we could come out,” Dad says, smiling.
“Me too.”
“So. I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Me too,” I tell him.
“You go first." He waves his hand towards me.
Swallowing hard, I nod, trying to take a few breaths to calm my nerves. “What do you think of Jameson Cross, Alaric Gable, and Tatum Walsh?”
His brows furrow as he scratches at his jaw. “From what I’ve seen and heard, they’re good men. For their age, they know what they’re doing. Set to take over for their fathers some day.”
“Do we have any bad blood with their families?”
“No,” he says slowly. “Why?”
Here we go Beckham. You can do it. “Because they’re my scent matched alphas.”
His eyes go wide. “Come again?”
“I ah, I found out they’re my scent matches. A few weeks ago.”
“Well I’ll be damned.” He huffs out a laugh. “Congratulations! That's amazing news.”
“Wait, you're not mad?” I ask, not able to hide the relief.
“Mad? Why would I be mad? Are they treating you well? Because if they’re not then we’ll have a problem," he growls.
“No.” I laugh softly. “They’re not treating me badly. So far, apart from their cocky mouths, they’ve treated me with respect. But apart from that, I’ve kind of been avoiding them.”
“Why?”
“Because of a lot of things.” I lean back into my seat.
“For one, the age difference. I’m fifteen years older than them.
And for another, I’m their professor.” I don’t tell him about the fact that until them, I couldn’t stand to be around alphas.
I also refuse to tell him that I feared them more than anything, and the reason why I haven’t just given into this pack life is because I can’t risk going all in until I know they won’t try to pull that controlling stuff on me.
So far, they’ve proved everything Jamie said they would.
“You can’t deny a scent match bond, Beckham. None of that matters. You can make it work. I want you to be happy. And if these men make you happy, let them.”
My eyes sting. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“And that brings me to what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Okay.” I nod, listening to what he has to say.
“You’re not joining the family business,” he states a matter of factly.
“What?” My brows furrow. “Why?” And why am I arguing? I don’t want to join. He’s giving me an out, but why?
“Because while you grew up in this life, being the head of a mafia was something I know you never wanted. I thought when you got older, you would change your mind. But then you left for so long and I thought I lost you.” His jaw clenches.
“And now that I finally have you back, you're miserable. You’ve been so distant, and I fear it’s because you might feel pressured by me.
To please me. To do what you think I want of you and are avoiding me so you don’t have to. ”
“Dad,” I rasp out, shaking my head. “It’s nothing like that.” I want to tell him the real reason, but I can’t get the words to come out.
“Do you want to join the family business? Do you want to take over for me someday?”
I bite my lip, not wanting to lie, but also not having the balls to tell him the truth.
He takes my hand and pats the back of it, smiling softly.
“I can see it in your eyes, Beckham. You don’t want this life for yourself.
You love your job teaching. All I want for you is to be happy.
And I’d be happy enough just to have you close by.
I missed you son. So damn much. And I don’t want to do anything that will drive you away again. ”
“I’m not going anywhere dad,” I promise him. Even though the reason why I came here no longer applies, I wasn’t planning on leaving.
I was going to suck it up when it came to Ralph and just move on with my life so I could be close to my dad. Now I have my pack.
We talk for a few hours, laughing as we reminisce about the past.
By the time we leave, I feel like everything just might be okay for once in my life.
Dad doesn’t hate me for not wanting to take over for him and I don’t have to worry myself sick anymore with fear of disappointing him. Things seem to be looking up. Maybe things can get better.
It’s my day off and I’ve spent half of it going out of my mind. I’m bored. I’m tired of reading, and watching TV. So, I went for a swim, hung out with my dad before he had to work, and I’m still a mess.
I am so far past obsessed with these men that I even think about going into work on my day off just for the chance of seeing them. How pathetic am I?
I’m a grown man for fuck’s sake and all I want to do is stalk my alphas. Maybe this whole going slowly thing isn’t such a good idea.
I find myself craving them more and more with every passing day. And they have been so damn patient with me and it honestly means a lot to me.
They’re trying. Going out of their way to make me feel comfortable. They want this. I know I need to give them something back. To show them I want this too.
Because I do. I really fucking do.
Needing to get out of my head before I call them up and beg to see them, doing something stupid I might not be ready for, I head to one of the clubs in town. It’s called The Frenzy.
I could go to my regular place, but tonight I just want to drink and sit with my thoughts, not having to bother interacting with anyone. I could drink at home alone, but that's just sad.
The club is nice. More on the fancy side. But it’s packed. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
Not wanting to go home after just getting here, I take a seat at the bar.
“What can I get you!” the bartender calls over the music.
“Rum and coke!” I call back.
He nods and gets me my drink.
The nice thing is, I don’t feel out of place. I was expecting young college students going wild, and while I do see some younger people, for the most part, this place gives me rich vibes. Business men and people of the elite. I even recognize a few faces from my dad’s party.
The bartender gives me my drink and I thank him, taking a sip. Turning in my seat, I observe the place for a little bit, bobbing my head slightly to the music. No one talks to me, no one bothers me. I just sit and watch, enjoying my drink.
Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all.
That is until I turn around to order another drink and spot him across the room. My breath catches in my lungs, body igniting at just the sight of him.
Alaric’s dark eyes lock on mine. He’s leaning back against a black leather couch, sitting alone in what looks like a VIP section.
Like some sort of trance, I can’t look away. With each passing second, I can feel that fire inside me grow. My body breaks out into a sweat, my cock thickens in my jeans. I press my glasses up my nose as the sweat causes them to slide down.
Alaric takes the drink in his hand and downs it before leaning forward and placing it on the table in front of him. Then he’s standing, eyes still locked on mine.
With a subtle nod of his head, he gestures to me to follow him.
Like someone possessed, I jump to my feet and practically scramble after him.
Maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea. With a few drinks in me, I might just be stupid enough to stop resisting my alphas.
Remind me again why I wanted to do that in the first place?