His cheeks are even more covered with a shadow of hair than usual, giving him an air of danger. It’s a good look for him in his joggers and sweatshirt, but on the outside, I can see how someone wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of his anger.
We aren’t dangerous to our omega, just to his enemies.
“Never,” I add. “We’ve been pushing ourselves into his space because he hid. There was no other way to get him to pay attention to us, and I won’t apologize for that.”
“Nor should we,” Tatum agrees. “So what do we do?”
“Submit.” Jamie smirks, his cheeks turning pink. “The only thing I could think of was to drop to my knees for my omega, and it was the hottest fucking thing.”
His scent of bergamot and sandalwood thickens in the vehicle, and I inhale deeply.
“Please, go on,” I encourage with a purr, adjusting my thickening cock.
“I told him that the three of us don’t have to be dominant at all times. Sometimes, it’s nice to not have to think,” he admits.
As someone who carries the weight of our pack and business, I have to say that he’s correct. I tend to call the shots because there’s no one else more dominant in our pack to take the reins. But with Beckham, that could change.
I think I’d like that.
“What did you do while on your knees, dirty boy?” Tatum asks, smirking. He steals the coffee back from Jamie, to which Jamie flicks him off.
“It was…incredible. Beckham fisted my hair and snapped free of the tight grip of control he keeps himself under. He fucked my throat, made a mess of me, and I fucking loved every second of it.” Jamie moans, his breaths becoming heavier as he recounts it. “I drooled all over myself.”
“Greedy little cum whore,” I praise him, chuckling under my breath. I fucking love how much Jamie enjoys sucking cock.
“He has a big cock, huh?” Tatum asks, groaning. “God, I’ve felt it through his pants. He has to.”
Based on the photo Jamie showed us last night, he’s packing. I don’t think it did him justice. I was wondering how Jamie managed to get that picture of Beckham. Guess our professor is a lot dirtier than he led us to believe. Good. I fucking want him filthy.
“He does,” Jamie agrees, grinning. “Beckham comes by his big dick energy honestly. It was so hot being his dirty hole to fuck, but he’s scared guys. He also had an ultimatum.”
“What is it?” I sigh, worried it’ll be something impossible. We’ll still do what we can to make him more comfortable, but it’s hard to constantly prove ourselves if Beckham isn’t interested in finding out who we are as people.
We may be alphas, but we aren’t bad people. Thinking all alphas are bad puts us at a disadvantage.
“He wants us to earn our places as his alphas. It’s almost as if he thinks that the universe dictating who he should be with is overrated. What if you’re scent matched to assholes?”
“We aren’t assholes.” I snort. “At least, not when it comes to Beckham.”
“While I know that, he doesn’t,” Jamie says. “He wants us to prove that he won’t lose who he is if we’re his alphas.”
“He wants control,” Tatum realizes.
“Yeah. I don’t mind that, but I don’t like the panic in his voice that crept in the more I reminded him that trust comes with getting to know someone. The way he was texting me last night, I’m honestly surprised by it. Fucking loved it. But I don’t know if that's going to be a regular thing or if he was just wrapped up in everything that happened,” he says. “Our omega is skittish, and it feels as if someone hurt him.”
“That person won’t remain alive for long then.” I growl. “Even our dads will be in agreement there. Scent matches don’t march into your life every day.”
Parking in front of my dad’s house, I turn off the car. Our dads tend to hang out together, and are thick as thieves. I’d bet anything they’re having breakfast and shooting the shit, but I don’t have to. Jamie’s dad’s fancy car is in the driveway, alongside Dad’s motorcycle, and Tatum’s dad’s truck.
“Did you know they were hanging out together today?” Tatum asks.
“Nope. But when are they not?” I ask, chuckling as I push open the door.
“Touché,” Tatum replies, climbing out.
“Ugh, I haven’t seen Dad in a hot minute,” Jamie says.
“Well then this is karma doing the equivalent of telling you to go see him.” I grin, heading up to the door.
