Clearing my throat, I discreetly glance at my best friends, and unsurprisingly Jamie’s jaw is dropped. Tate’s jaw clenches in interest as his gaze sweeps over the man in front of us.
“You’re going to catch flies, baby,” I tease Jamie under my breath.
“Alaric,” he hisses. “That can not be our teacher.”
Tate pinches Jamie’s ass next to him to get him to shut up without glancing over at him, his intense caramel eyes unmoving from our teacher.
Hmm. It appears we’ve found prey. This could be fun.
We’re close enough to the front of the class that I can see our teacher has blue eyes that seem to narrow as he looks over his students, his brown hair curling in a way that makes me want to run my fingers through it.
Fisting my hand to remind myself to stay in control, I inhale deeply, annoyed that the teacher isn’t close enough for me to smell him. I suddenly really want to know if he smells as good as he looks.
“Good morning class,” he says, his voice almost hoarse as I slump in my chair with my legs spread wide. “I’m Mr. Beckham Kennedy, and you may call me Mr. Kennedy. Or Professor Kennedy. The choice is yours.”
My lips twitch in amusement as I watch the way his eyes drop to my crotch and my very prominent erection.
“Yes, well…” It takes Mr. Kennedy a great deal of effort to tear his eyes away from my crotch, and I run my thumb underneath my eyes.
Maybe try keeping your eyes off my dick, Professor.
Mr. Kennedy swallows hard before he proceeds to stare past me at nothing. Oh, I really don’t fucking like that.
“I won’t bore you with my syllabus, as I expect that you’ve at least glanced at it,” Mr. Kennedy says. “First, let’s clear the air. I am an omega, and quite unapologetic about it. Keep your alpha barks to yourself, as it’s illegal to use them to get a better grade. Yes, someone has tried to do this before.”
Jamie, Tate, and I growl at the same time, but what the fuck? I want to lick him and I’m not sure why. The thought that anyone would do this to an omega pisses me off.
Jamie’s fingers dig warningly into my thigh, and I feel very confused. It’s like the few times that I’ve gotten drunk. I’m lightheaded, and it’s difficult for me to figure out why I feel as if I’m in danger.
“Get a hold of yourselves,” Mr. Kennedy murmurs, frowning in our direction. “I’m perfectly fine. I will lecture every class, and it will be on the exams. I am not your parent, if you have to miss class, I do expect you to get the notes from someone else. If I remember, I’ll post them to the school website, but it’s sporadically done.”
Jamie’s practically vibrating with excitement and my stomach flip flops at what this means.
Mr. Kennedy appears nervous as we stare at him, forcing him to look somewhere other than at us. I like that he notices us, even though I try to melt into the background. I have what Jamie likes to call “big dick energy,” and I can get really intense.
His hands tremble slightly, and my gaze narrows on them. Does he feel it too? This invisible thread tying us together?
I am stubborn, and while I’ve always thought about finding our omega, I didn’t think it would happen in the middle of this fucking classroom. I’m unsure if we’re scent matches, but I really want this omega on his knees for us.
Mr. Kennedy finds his composure the longer he talks, and I think ignoring my pack is helping his concentration. I like when he’s off balance. He’s really handsome, and his muscles move ashe speaks with his hands once he’s passionate about something. My notebook never opens throughout his introduction that becomes a lecture, and I notice his gaze drops a couple of times to my desk.
Everyone else except my pack is furiously taking notes, but I’m unbothered. Jamie and Tate know I’ll be able to deliver this entire lecture typed up and emailed to the two of them by the end of the day. Yes, I’m that good.
School may be wasted on me, but I am efficient.
We all stand as the class ends, and I notice the heat in the professor’s glare as my pack begins to walk toward the door.
“Fuck, he’s really hot,” Jamie breathes, winking at the professor shamelessly. “Think he’ll let you spank him too?”
“All I’ve thought about is how well he’ll swallow my dick,” Tate admits. “I couldn’t pay attention to anything once his lips started moving.”
“The two of you are hopeless,” I chuckle. “He might be fun to play with, right?”
“Yeah, I think he will be,” Tate says as we walk through the doorway. Colors seem a little duller once we’re out of the professor’s presence, and that’s also how I know I’m in trouble.
It feels like how I knew that Tate and Jameson were more than just my best friends, they’d become everything to me.
“Does anything feel different to you guys?” I ask, frowning. “Yes, he’s hot, but?—”
