Chapter 13
ALARIC
The bait is set, and now my bratty, omega is chasing me. My lips twitch slightly in amusement, knowing Beckham needs control right now. However, the way he's been perfuming lately tells me he needs his alphas, and I’m perfectly willing to give him what he needs.
I may be the more dominant of our pack, but that status means many things.
I keep my alphas in line while giving them what they need, and I’m concerned for Beckham.
He’s unraveling from the stress of keeping things the way he wants, and the need for control is surprisingly an omega trait as well, especially during high anxiety moments.
It’s why omegas control their environments the way that they do, as well as their nests.
I paid attention in my designational biology class, thank you very much.
It honestly makes my heart hurt with the need to make him feel better, and I catch myself rubbing my chest as I determinedly walk away from him.
Chase me, Omega. Pretend to be the big bad wolf while I lead you right where I want you.
I can see the stress markers coming off him in waves, and watching him smoke his cancer stick like it was his lifeline made me livid. I’d much rather have him use me, which is why this place is perfect. Beckham has no idea what secrets Frenzy holds.
The very thought that he may have come here regularly makes my stomach sour, but I bury it. Even if he had been here with someone else, he’s older than me, and he is allowed to have a past. I don’t have to like it though.
Taking a cleansing breath, I walk around a corner, glancing back to see that Beckham is still following me. His hair is mussed as if he’s been raking his fingers through it, and his pupils are already blown wide with arousal.
And that's all for me. Sure, there are people around us engaging in different types of bondage, and it’s easy to get swept up in all the visual eye candy.
There’s also a man on his knees for his female alpha, gazing up at her to make sure he’s still being her good boy, but Beckham wants to be where I am.
His eyes never even stray as he hunts me through the club with dark walls, fuck nooks through out, and deep wells of secrets.
I give into his desire and mine, moving smoothly into a booth with a wall separating the two halves.
The booth has smooth walls, a kneeling pad for my comfort, a bench for some reason, and a bar to hold onto in case I’m the one sticking my cock into the glory hole.
Everything is sleek, clean, and perfect for an anonymous face fucking.
There’s also a hole on the other side to get your asshole fucked, but that may need to wait for another day.
I’m willing to move as slowly as my omega needs me to. I’ll let him believe we’re crawling through fire for him, when the reality is that we’ll do anything to be around him.
Each booth is far enough from each other to give the illusion of privacy, which is what we need.
Maybe if there’s no one around, Beckham will finally give into what he so badly wants.
Closing the door behind me, I flick the lock so it’ll show it’s currently occupied, a clear sign that I’m waiting for him.
Smirking, I drop to my knees, a willing slave for my omega to find me.
There’s always the worry that someone else could find me, but…
“Alaric.” Beckham nearly growls, almost stomping into the booth on the other side. His door clicks shut and his footsteps come to a halt. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Yeah, that’s what I thought, I think smugly.
He’s completely silent after he snarls at me, and I decide to add fuel to the fire by placing my mouth at the hole, opening wide, and dropping my tongue. My piercing is a bar bell, and it’s currently taunting him.
The Frenzy has a reputation for being one of the best sex clubs in the city. Everything is well cleaned, so I’m not worried about where I put my mouth here. It’s what I want inside it that I’m concentrating on instead.
Pushing everything out of my mind, I focus on my omega and pleasing him.
Bit by bit, our pack will find ways to make him feel safe with us.
Inhaling deeply, I groan, showing him how fucking eager I am to suck his cock.
My mouth is watering, and I’m sure saliva is pooling on my tongue, as well as dripping onto the ground in front of him.
I can be a greedy whore for my omega. I need to feel the heavy weight of his cock slapping across my tongue. God, my dick is so damn hard, it’s making it difficult to think. Both of our scents are filling the booth, and the ball is firmly in his court.
“Fuck,” he whispers almost reverently. I can’t see him now that my mouth is covering the hole into the other half of the room, but I can hear him as he slowly unzips his pants.
I can’t help the appreciative groan as I hear the material rustle before he pulls his dick out for me.
“Patience, Mr. Gable,” he murmurs, making my knot fucking throb. I’m not sure if he’s telling himself this, or reminding me. Beckham has a way of taking my tightly held patience and lighting a match to it.
Yet, I fist my hands against my thighs and wait. It doesn’t matter if my legs fall asleep with my knees pressed against the wall, or if he decides fucking my face in a sex club means he has to edge me until I get to taste his cum. I’ll wait, however long it takes.
This means that I get to breathe his addictive scent deep into my lungs to center myself, willing to see where this goes. His scent is so heavy, I’d swear it’s sinking into the walls. I’ll be able to still smell him hours later on my skin, and my pack will know I was in his presence.
“Such a good little cock whore,” Beckham praises, his thick crown sliding along my tongue. He’s already slicking down his shaft, his slit working overtime as it pushes out his precum. “Mmm. Fuck, your mouth is so wet.”
I hold back any words I might want to give him, reveling instead in his salty-sweet flavor. Groaning my appreciation is all I can do, loving the way he slides his cock further along my tongue and into my mouth. Still, I refuse to take control and suck on him.
“Fuck, look at how good you look like this. Damn, and that tongue piercing,” he groans. “The restraint, I don’t want it, Alpha. Suck my cock or I’ll walk away, Mr. Gable.”
Scowling, I stay exactly where I am, though I release my cock from my pants and begin to squeeze my tip tightly to hold onto the pain of it to ground myself. I could blow his goddamned mind, yet here we are. I will be a fucking brat and wait him out. He needs to stop with the Mr. Gable shit.
I am his alpha, and we are in private. Use my fucking name!
“You first, Mr. Becky,” I say with my tongue still stuck out. The words are garbled, but he snorts as he makes them out.
“Such a damn brat. Have it your way,” Beckham says. “I don’t actually want to walk out of here, and my cock needs a throat hug immediately.”
Grinning on the inside, I begin to stroke my own dick as I give in just a little. I’ll have him screaming my name as he’s spilling into my mouth. I can play the long game.
Beckham pushes his way into my mouth and down my throat, and I imagine what he’ll look like as my tongue drags down the underside of his cock.
“God,” he breathes, his voice strangled as I swallow around his length. “Please, more.”
Wrapping my lips around his cock, I hollow my cheeks to suck on him. There is strength in being on your knees for someone you care about. My throat constricts and releases as I swallow, and I revel in the way Beckham whimpers.
Smirking, I feel and hear as my omega unravels.
It begins slowly with his palms hitting the bar on his side of the wall to hold himself steady, and continues as his hips begin to thrust into my eager mouth.
His pants are shoved down his thighs already to give him ample room, and his balls hit my chin as he face fucks me.
This is what I want. The steady loss of control. We aren’t there yet, but this is a damned good start.
I begin to purr deep in my chest, allowing the sound to move up to my throat. I’ll be my omega’s own personal vibrating fuck toy with zero shame. I have a lot of hidden talents, some of which I’ll share with him now.
“What?!” Beckham gasps, losing his ability to string together words as he feeds me his cock over and over.
I’m a drooling mess, and I give zero fucks about that, just like how my nose is beginning to run and I don’t care. My gag reflex isn’t easy to engage, but Beckham is doing a damn good job of bottoming out in my throat.
I squeeze my knot tightly with my free hand to help me imagine what his tight hole would feel like, and my eyes roll back in pleasure. Beckham’s thighs slap against my face as he punishes me for pushing him, a punishment I greedily suck down.
“Fuck, you’re like a damn machine.” He whimpers. “Alaric, yes, like that. God, I need you to swallow around me. I’m so close. The only thing better than this would be if I could fist your hair.”
Hmm, maybe next time.
I swallow convulsively around Beckham’s cock, and it twitches hard, making him curse violently. His breathing is harsh and fast, and I finally have him where I want him. My omega is coming undone, using me to unleash the stress and anxiety he’s been holding on his own, and I’m glad for it.
Cigarettes won’t fix what’s wrong with him, but connection with me can help ease it. He’s not alone anymore, and I’ll remind him of that whenever possible.
Beckham’s dick is making a permanent outline in my throat as he roughly uses me, and it’ll be a memory I hold onto. My voice will be hoarse, and my throat will be sore. I don’t care what the effects are, as long as I get to keep the taste of his cum on my tongue.