Chapter 14
BECKHAM
As I round the corner, heading towards my classroom, Alaric steps in front of me, making me stumble to a stop.
“Fuck.” I grunt. “Why are you always doing that?”
Alaric chuckles, a smile playing on his incredibly tempting lips. “You act as if you don’t expect me.”
“So this is a thing now?” I huff, smoothing my suit down as I cast a glance around me.
“It is.” He nods, holding out a coffee. “Now, be a good omega and take this.”
Rolling my eyes, I take the coffee. “Happy?”
He smirks again. “Very. Have you been a good boy?” He lifts a brow.
I narrow my eyes. “And what do you mean by that?”
“Have you smoked since our last encounter?”
Encounter. He means how he stalked me to The Frenzy a few days ago, lured me into the back room where he sucked my cock like a goddamn porn star through a glory hole.
And the thing is, I fucking loved it. Haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. The amount of times I touched myself thinking about it is unhealthy.
He steps closer and my breathing hitches. “I asked you a question, Beckham.”
“No,” I grumble. “No, I haven’t smoked. Okay?”
“Good boy.” He reaches up and brushes his thumb against my lip.
My heart picks up and it takes everything inside me not to start perfuming like a damn whore house.
I step back, clearing my throat, my eyes quickly checking to see if anyone is watching.
Alaric’s handsome face morphs into a frown. “Would you relax? No one is watching. Everyone is in class.”
“Thank you for the coffee.” I straighten up. “But we’re at school, Mr. Gable.”
“Stop calling me by my last name like you’re not my damn omega.” He growls.
“At school, I’m nothing more than your professor. And if you want this to continue to work, you’re going to have to respect that.”
Alaric’s nostrils flare as he lets out a harsh breath. “I don’t like this. You’re mine, Beckham. I should be able to touch you whenever I want.”
I wish it was that easy, but it’s not. I want it to be. Their touch, their smell, their taste. All of this is already a big enough adjustment. I’m trying and for the most part things are going good. But this is something I’m not budging on. This is my job. And my personal life needs to be separate.
“I understand that. But this is the sacrifice you need to be willing to make when it comes to dating your superior.”
“Dating?” He snorts. “Is that what you think we’re doing? Baby, we’re not dating. You are already ours.”
“You know what I mean.” I huff, although I do love the bite of possessiveness. “Outside school hours and off school property, it’s a different story.”
“I can’t fucking wait for spring break.” Alaric mutters.
“As for dating, you know it wouldn’t be the worst idea. Give us a better chance to get to know one another. Think about it. Even if it’s just meeting up outside school hours.”
He blinks at me, like he didn’t even think about it before now.
I grin. “Yeah. Something to think about.” I go to step past him but pause, my shoulder brushing against his.
“Thank you for the coffee, Alpha.” I purr the last word, loving the sound that rumbles in his chest as I continue towards my classroom.
Taking a sip, I can’t help but groan. Fuck, it tastes so damn good.
I hate how happy it makes me that he’s been bringing me coffee every morning since the first time we bumped into each other at the coffee shop.
As I make my way down to my desk, I’m smiling again when I see a Red Delicious apple sitting on my desk. Just like every morning.
Taking a seat, I place my coffee down and pick up the apple, moaning when I take a bite. The cool juices roll down my chin and I lick it off. Fuck. Two things I look forward to every day I come to work.
Only, I have no clue who has been leaving me the apples. My guess would be one of my alphas. But I could be wrong. It could be another student.
I’ve been tempted to check the security cameras to see, but I like the mystery of not knowing.
The rest of the day goes by as normal. That is until it’s time for the class I have with my alphas.
This is the one class I find myself dreading, but also eager to see them. It’s crazy how much my life has changed in such a short time.
I’ve gone from being terrified of what it would mean to have these men as my pack to finding myself craving the next moment I’ll get to see them again.
This whole taking it slow thing was a good idea at first, but the more I see them, the more I find myself wanting to say fuck it and just throw myself into it head on.
But I can’t. I need to be smart about this. If I go too fast too soon I know I’ll freak out, I’ll crumble, I’ll break.
I can’t break. Not now.
Moving my gaze from the clock on the wall to the door, I watch as the first few students start to trickle in. One by one, I find myself getting more and more impatient when it’s not one of my alphas.
I should know by now that they are always the last ones to join, but are never late.
Finally, I see their familiar faces walk through the door and I can’t help the way my heart starts to race.
They’re too attractive for their own good, and they know it. Alaric gives me a knowing smirk as he passes by and heads to his seat. Tatum casts me a frosty glare and I frown. What’s his issue? Did I do something to piss him off?
“Morning, Professor.” Jamie purrs. “Lovely to see you again. As always.”
I keep my face neutral, not giving anything away as he flashes me the smile that always has my cock twitching.
At least I hope I’m not giving anything away.
This morning I almost slipped up by not covering myself with descenting spray.
Nothing too crazy or heavy. But with the way these men can make my body react with just a simple look, I’ve had to start taking precautions.
The last thing I need is my classroom reeking of my perfume. It would be highly unprofessional.
As the class goes by, I do my best to ignore Jamie’s antics. It’s not easy, because he loves to give his input on everything I have to say. He loves to get a rise out of me, but I think I do a good job at keeping a level head.
However, today is different. Jamie isn’t the only one who’s making unwanted comments when they’re not asked for.
Something is going on with Tatum. Every time I ask questions, or someone in the class does, Tatum comments passive aggressively when it’s not wanted, or needed.
Even Jamie and Alaric have shot him some questioning looks.
I’m trying not to be bothered by it, but the way he’s blatantly interrupting my class at any opportunity is pissing me off.
As everyone works quietly, I walk around, answering questions anyone might have.
They should all be reading the chapters I’ve asked them to go over, so there shouldn’t be any reason to be writing things down apart from a note here and there.
So when I look over to see Tatum hunched over, working away on something that isn’t the class assignment, I find myself at my wits end with this alpha. My mate or not, he is not exempt from doing the required class work.
Heading over to Tatum’s desk, I cross my arms and glare down at him. “Whatever you’re working on must be so important if it’s taking priority over your class work.” My voice rings loud through the silent classroom. “Care to show the class what is more fundamental than the work I’ve assigned?”
Tatum’s eyes flick up to mine, his scowl firm on his face. But my heart starts to race as it turns into a menacing smirk. “By all means, Professor Kennedy. If you’d like me to share with the class, I’m more than happy to.”
He straightens up in his chair, pulling his arms away from his paper. I glance down and my eyes widen when I see what he’s been doing.
There’s a drawing on his desk, but not just any drawing. It’s an insanely detailed sketch. Not just any sketch, but a very graphic one. Of me and him.
He’s on his knees, my cock buried down his throat.
My lips part, breath caught in my throat as my fists clench at my side. Snapping my mouth closed, I bite the inside of my cheek, praying the pain keeps my damn fucking dick down.
Tatum begins to lift the sketch up, but I snatch it out of his hand, heart pounding out of my chest. “Enough drawing, Mr. Walsh. Do the work I’ve asked of you.” I clear my throat.
“Of course, Professor.” He purrs. “But are you sure you don’t want to show the class my drawing? I’ve worked very hard on it. Very. Hard.”
Pulling my gaze away from his, I head back to my desk, praying no one can see how frazzled I am.
This is going to be one long fucking semester. If they want to continue to take any more of my classes, I’m going to have to have a talk with them about what’s appropriate and what's not.
A pornographic drawing is indeed not appropriate.
“Back to work,” I tell Tatum as I sit down in my chair and place the drawing in my desk drawer.
He glares at me, grumbling something under his breath before opening his textbook.
The thing is, Tatum doesn’t have to do the class work, not really. He’s already acing this class. Part of me wonders why he’s even here. Maybe it’s to be closer to his pack mates.
For the next half hour, everyone reads in peace. I try to concentrate on my work, but I find myself opening my desk drawer to sneak a peak of the drawing.
Finally, class is over and I feel like I can breathe.
“Have a good day.” I tell the class. “See you all again soon.”
Everyone starts to gather their things and leave, but it’s Tatum who is shoving his books into his bag like the thing offended him before shoving out of his seat and storming out of the class.
My brows furrow as I watch Jamie and Alaric rush out after him, a look of concern on their faces.
It takes everything in me not to follow after them.
Tatum is upset and I find myself wanting to know why. Is he mad at me? Was calling him out in front of the class a step too far?
No. I’ve done it before and they just smile, not letting anything get to them.
So why now? What's going on with him?