Beckham swings his glaring look my way. “You wanna know? It’s his…cum,” he hisses. “It’s his fucking cum and I have it on my skin, but I’m not telling you why. So leave it alone.”
“Fair enough,” I grunt, taking a step towards him, bridging the gap he created. Gripping his chin, I grin at the sharp intake of breath. “I’m a jealous asshole, Beckham,” I growl low in my chest. His eyes widen, lips parting like he can’t believe I’d be so bold. I haven’t even started, Little Omega. “Now, be a good boy and open your mouth.” I tip his head back, smirking at how I’m going to continue to surprise my omega. “I need to leave you something to remember me by.”
That sexy glare is back, yet he does as he’s told. Mhm, what a good fucking boy. “Like you’re not memorable as is,” he mutters before parting his lips.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I growl, noticing his erection as I grind against him. I’m typically pretty dominant, but I fucking love the way his dick twitches against mine. Yeah, I can work with this. “I want to see if this shit tastes any better from your mouth.”
Taking a sip of the chilled champagne, I smirk before I open my mouth so it’ll spill right into my omega’s open lips. It’s a beautiful sight, the way that it streams into his mouth, and how his eyes widen in shock. Kissing him hard, I swallow back some of the liquid as our teeth clash together. His pupils are blown out as we break apart, and his chest heaves as he stares back at me.
“What’s the verdict?” he sasses, taking a step back, watching as I place the half empty glass on a table.
“It’s better, but I’ll take a beer any day,” I chuckle. “Beckham?”
“Yeah?” His voice has a slight rasp to it, his hands smoothing over his clothing as he attempts to calm himself, trying to act like I don’t affect him. He can try, but he’s not fooling anyone.
Again, I crowd his space, getting close enough that we’re only a breath apart. “Know this. We will chase you,” I murmur. “Don’t run for long. I can only keep them reigned in for so long.”
“Reigned in?” He scoffed. “I think you’ve already failed at that.” he hisses. “I went back to school to get some things forwork and I found out that Jamie jacked off in my office and came all over my fucking desk, while Tatum broke into my hotel room to come in my boxers! Doesn’t sound like they’re in control to me.”
Huh. That does sound like something my packmates would do. “Are you wearing them?” I ask, my fingers wrapping around his jaw to push it upward so I can lick up his exposed throat. “That would explain why you smell so strongly of his cum.”
Beckham glares at me before he shakes his head in a jerky manner.
“Hmmm. But you kept them, didn’t you?” I chuckle.
Beckham doesn’t say anything, but his hands are fisted and his face is getting redder as his nostrils flair. Dirty omega. I fucking love it.
Stepping back, my hand falls away as I shrug. “Can you imagine what they’ll be like when the leash snaps?”
“Fuck me,” he grumbles in annoyance.
“Oh, I plan on it,” I grin.
With one last scathing glare, Beckham spins around and rushes back into the room while I chuckle darkly.
Run, Little Omega.I’ll see you soon enough.
TATUM
“Our omega tastes delicious,” Alaric murmurs in my ear as he returns to me. I don’t know where Jamie fucked off to, but I trust him to stay out of trouble.
“Oh?” I ask innocently, ready for my turn. He will see me this time, and beg for more.
“Mmhm. Did you really cum in his boxers?” Alaric chuckles.
“It’s his fault,” I growl. “If he hadn’t been hiding from us, I wouldn’t have to go to such drastic measures to get noticed. I haven’t even kissed him yet.”
“He makes even the piss they’re serving here tonight taste good,” he says. An older woman not far from us glares at him, but we both ignore it. “Go find our omega, and help him avoid a guy named Ralph. I need you to do your thing later to find out what his deal is.”
“Gladly,” I grin. “The most important parts may have to come from him. Not everything is on the internet unfortunately.”
Alaric snorts, waving me off, but I know he knows what I mean. In the dark recesses of our omega’s mind are things only he can tell us. My footsteps are silent as I begin to stalk my omega through the room. When he moves past an alcove, I wrap my arm around him to pull his back flush against my chest.
Something cold and hard presses against my thigh, making me smirk. Ah, he drew his gun on me.
“That’s not your dick,” I chuckle, sucking on his pulse point as he whimpers. We’re in a dim part of the room, and I groan as I realize that my scent is mixing with his. “Are you wearing the boxers I left my gift in?”
“You fucking wish,” he hisses “You’re worse than a cat with your version of gifts,” he rasps. “Really? Cumming in my boxers like a fucking stalker. What will you do next? Kill my enemies and leave them at my feet?”
