“Shut up.” He growls, looming over me. I moan, my cock thick and needy. “Why are you guys so damn adamant on making me your omega? Why me? You don’t know me. I’m ten years older than you, and you're my damn students!”
I cock my head to the side. “Really?” I chuckle as his chest heaves with every breath he takes. “Do you think we have a choice? Beckham, you’re our scent match. None of us got a choice in this.”
“Okay, so you're only after me because we’re scent matched.” He nods, taking a step away. “See, this is why I’m freaking out. There’s no way this can work. I promise, you don’t want me for me.” He shakes his head, appearing dejected. “You're too young. You have your whole life to live. Go, enjoy it, find someone who fits your pack. But it’s not me.”
“Stop.” The smile drops from my face as anger seeps in. I don’t like how he’s talking, how he could so easily dismiss us. “Stop acting like we’re not your fucking alphas Beckham. Because we are. Don’t tell us what’s best for us. You don’t even know us.”
“That's the point!” he shouts, his eyes wide with panic. He’s starting to spiral and everything inside me tells me to pull him into my arms and make it all better. But something tells me if I tried that, I’d end up with a knee to the balls. “We know nothing about each other. So why do you expect me to just drop to my knees like a good omega and accept my fate?”
“You could start by getting to know us.” I narrow my eyes. “Do you know how much of a kick to the gut it was to have you run out the way you did? To act like your world was fucking ending?” While in my damn heart I felt like my whole world was beginning.
He blinks at me, his body starting to deflate. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he says.
“Then why did you run?”
“Because I was terrified. I still am,” he grits out, like it’s hard for him to admit.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want alphas, okay? I have my whole life planned out. I like the way it is.”
“Really?” I cross my arms. “Something tells me that's a load of shit.”
“You don’t know anything.” He growls.
“Because you won’t let us! Okay, so you had this whole life before us. So did we. That’s how our world works, Beckham. We go along with our lives then boom, scent matches happen, and everything changes. But do you know what most alphas and omegas do? They talk it out, get to know the other person, find ways to make it work. You act like it’s just so easy to walk away when you damn well know it’s not. How was the week away from us, huh?”It was fucking hell for me.
“It was fine. I was fine.” Lies roll off him in waves.
“Yeah?” I ask, taking a step towards him. “Is that why you reek of Tatum’s cum?” A smile lifts at the corner of my mouth.
He licks his lips, blinking at me. “You're not the only crazy bastard in your pack,” Beckham grumbles. “Is that your thing? Breaking into places and cumming all over my stuff?”
“Ahh,” I say, grinning. “You got my little present.”
“Do you know how hard it is to scrub dried cum off a desk?” He hisses. “The dean thought it was mine. Now he thinks I fucking jack off at work and don’t bother to clean up. You're already causing issues for me, Jamie. Then Tatum breaks into my personal space and uses my boxers as a cum rag? How low can you guys go?”
“Oh baby.” I chuckle, biting my lip. “We can go so fucking low. You have no idea. You think that’s bad? That's not even close to what we would do when it comes to you. We’re fucking obsessed, Omega. Because you're ours. Soon, you're going to need to accept that.”
His nostrils flare. “That’s another reason why this won’t work. You have no fucking boundaries.”
“I’ll admit to that.” I shrug. “But I can smell your cum mixed in with Tatum’s too, Omega.” I chuckle. “Wanna tell me how that happened?”
“No.” He growls, his cheeks turning pink.
My smile grows. “Did you take your boxers and add your load to his?” I ask, groaning as the image pops into my head. His cheeks grow pink and my smile is full blown now. “You did. Fucking hell, baby, that’s so damn hot.”
“Shut up. I’m not your baby,” he hisses back.
“But you are.” I chuckle, stepping closer. “You're ours, Beckham. The universe plucked you out of the millions of omegas and made us your alphas. So what's it going to take for you to stop fighting this bond, to stop fighting us?”
“There’s nothing. You're too young. It puts my job at risk. I like my life the way it was. We live two very different lives." he says, spitting out the same bullshit excuses.
“Eeehhh, wrong answer. Try again.” Beckham steps around me, like he’s going toward the door. Nope. He’s not getting away from me that easily. I spin around and shove the door shut as he tries to open it. Spinning around, he glares at me.
“Leave it alone, Jamie.” I can hear the fight in his voice starting to break.
Come on, Beckham. Give me something.
