“Thank fuck,” Jamie says dramatically. “Yes. It feels like something big just happened and I don’t know why.”
Tate glances at us both as he nods. “I’ve never growled at a teacher before because he told me someone was unfair to him.”
“Me either,” I grunt. “I want to know why my knot is throbbing. I thought my dick was going to be a problem earlier, but I think we may need to go home to fuck this out. We have an hour to kill between classes, right?”
Tate checks his watch, nodding. “More like forty-five minutes for me, but yeah,” he says. “We don’t even know what he smells like yet. Can you imagine how much worse this could get?”
“Professor better buckle up, I think things may get bumpy. I wonder how pretty his eyes will look when he chokes on our cocks,” I say.
We practically race each other home for a morning fuck, and I can’t tell you the last time that happened. It’s going to be a very interesting semester.
CHAPTER 3
BECKHAM
Clenching my fists at my side, I watch as Alaric and his pack exit my classroom, the lingering feeling of unease dancing along my skin as I try to keep myself composed.
My gaze doesn’t stray from the door, even long after they’re gone and the last student leaves.
As soon as the room is empty, I release a heavy sigh. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep shaky breaths before taking a seat in my desk chair.
“What the fuck was that?” My voice is low as I mutter to myself, resting my forehead against the palms of my hands.
Never in all my years of teaching, have I ever been taken off guard by another student.
What has gotten into me?
I was ready to start this new semester off on a good note with a classroom of fresh faces and bright minds ready to learn.
I sure as hell wasn’t expecting some self-assured young alpha to be watching me with a cocky smirk and a fucking erection.
The satisfied look on his face when he noticed he caught my attention made me feel dirty. I’m his teacher. I shouldn’t be looking at a student like that at all.
But it’s not like he was hiding the fact that he was aroused, sitting in his chair, legs sprawled like some self appointed king. It’s like he wanted me to see.
I’m not an unattractive man. One of the things that happens with being a young professor is that a student or two often get a crush on me.
Normally, it’s all very innocent. Some stumbling over words, blushing, even a bit of flirting, on their end of course.
But never has someone so blatantly shown the way I affect them as Alaric did.
The fact that I let him get to me makes things even worse.
And what were the unwarranted growls coming from the three of them? Why would they show any reaction to how I’ve been treated in the past?
I don’t know these students. I’ve never met these boys before in my life. However, after looking at my class list, I know who they are. Jameson Cross, Tatum Walsh, and their pack leader Alaric Gable, son of Orpheus Gable. Leader to one of the local mafias and a known business partner of my father.
I don’t need a couple of young men coming into my class acting like they own the place. It’s bad enough I have to teach the sons of the men who actually do own the school, I don’t need this self-righteous bullshit from them either.
They made me feel nervous. I never get nervous, at least not like that.
I’m going to chalk it up to first day jitters and leave it at that.
The last thing I should be doing is looking at my students in any other way than with professionalism.
Still, I can’t deny the jolt that went right to my cock at seeing the mere outline of his. The man can’t be more then tweny-one, twenty-two and he’s that fucking hung?
“Fucking hell Beckham.” I scrub at my eyes. “Get ahold of yourself.”
