I know I shouldn’t push him but I’m terrified if I let him leave now, he’s gonna be gone for good. I’ll do anything, and I mean anything for him to agree to give my pack a chance.
I know if he does, he’s not going to be able to fight the bond. He just needs to stop being so damn determined to do so.
“Age is just a number, Beckham. We might be twenty-one, but in the life we live, we’ve had to grow up at a much younger age. We’re not stupid kids. And wanna know a secret?” I whisper, stepping closer to him until he’s trapped between me and the door. He might be older, but I’m his height and have way more build than he does.
I love the way he reacts to me. His words are fighting this, but his scent tells me he fucking loves it.
My omega is needy, his cock stiff against his dress pants. I can feel it when I roll my hips forward, pinning him in place.
Leaning in, I bring my lips to his ear and whisper. “There’s a rule that professors can’t date their students.”
“I– I know.” he grunts out. “That’s why we can’t do this.”
I grin, leaning in to lick up the side of his neck, loving the groan that rumbles in his chest. My eyes roll back at his taste, a growl slipping free as I nip at his skin, just enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the skin. “But, my sweet omega. There’s a condition that overrides that. Wanna take a guess on what that might be?”
He groans again but this time in defeat as the answer comes to mind. “Scent matches," he whispers.
I chuckle, running my lips along the outline of his jaw, stopping at his lips as they hover over his. “Bingo.” I don’t kiss him, despite everything inside me screaming to do so. Instead, I stick the tip of my tongue out and run it along the seam of his lips before stepping back. “So. Stop giving me excuses please. I know the rules just as well as you do. And tell me, what can we do to make this happen? What can my pack do for you to be able to give us a chance?”
I hold his stare for a very long time. I watch as so many different emotions flick inside his deep blue eyes. His lips part and close many times, wanting to argue, to deny us some more, but he doesn’t.
When his body relaxes in defeat, I do my best to hold back my victorious smile.
“Tell me Beckham.” I reach up to brush some hair off his forehead and he shivers at my touch, seeming to stop himself from leaning into it.Soon, baby. Soon. “Name it. And it’s done.”
He licks his lips. “Fine,” he starts. “You want to earn the right to be my alphas?”
I nod. “We do.”
“It’s not going to be easy.”
“We love a challenge.” I grin.
“I’m going to make you work for it.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
He frowns. “I refuse to give up control,” he explains. “Just because you're my alphas, doesn’t mean you have the right to boss me around.”
“That’s not how we would be at all.” My brows furrow.
He huffs. “You’re alphas. It’s in your nature.”
“I’m not sure what alphas you’ve been around, but that's not who we are. Do we love control? Sure, but not to the point we would force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. We push your boundaries, but we would never break them.”
His eyes flash with something that I can’t quite put my finger on. But I know I don’t like it.
“We take it slow, no jumping into things.”
“Okay.” I nod. “But you have to give us the chance to get to know you.”
“I will. But on my time. My terms.”
I want to roll my eyes so damn hard because he’s being stubborn, but I bite my tongue, knowing it would only get me into trouble.
“Within reason, Beckham,” I warn.
His face shifts, anger blooming and I know I’ve fucked up. Damn it.
