“What the fuck, Alaric,” I protest, eyes swimming with annoyance.
“Oh, it’s Alaric now huh? Thought it was Mr. Gable.”
He’s a brat. A fucking brat. They all are. Jamie is just the one who loves to remind the world.
Reaching forward, I grip his chin, towering over him by half a foot. “Listen here, Alpha.” I get in his face, nostrils flaring. Bad idea, his scent invades my nose making my cock go rock hard.
Alaric groans as his eyes flash with arousal, the sound fucking dirty and hot.
“You might be my alpha, but you don’t tell me what to do, got it?” I ask.
He swallows hard, breath coming in shallow breaths. “Got it. Professor.” He smirks.
Glaring at him, I let go and take a step back. He chuckles.
“Admit it, Omega.” He grins, rubbing at his jaw. “You want me. I can fucking smell it.”
“So what if I do.” I lift my chin, no point in denying it seeing how I’m perfuming like I’m in a whore house. Slick is fucking leaking from my ass to the point I’m clenching my cheeks so damn hard I might cramp, and my cock is harder than stone, pressing against my slacks.
“Why don’t you just give in?” Alaric asks, smirking.
“I’m not gonna make it that easy.” I smirk back. “You three have been very good boys this past week,” I praise. “Keep it up. And then maybe soon, I’ll let you have the honor of getting on your knees and crawling to me. And if you beg me nicely, I’ll let you suck my cock.”
All I’ve been able to think about is the feeling of Jamie’s lips wrapped around my dick, the way he let me fuck his face, loving every moment like a dirty little whore. It was one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever had the privilege to not only watch, but experience.
I say this in hopes of riling the alpha up, catching him off guard, testing him even.
But it doesn’t work. He smirks, taking a step forward and hands me the coffee I left behind. I take it. “I can’t fucking wait.” He chuckles, winking before he turns around and leaves.
I stand there, shocked.
“Alaric,” I call out. He turns around and looks at me, raising a brow in question.
“Thanks.” I hold up the coffee.
“Any time, Becky.” With a smirk, he spins on his heel and leaves.
Did that asshole just call meBecky? He really is a brat.
Sighing, I take a sip of the coffee, not sure what to expect, but when the familiar taste of pumpkin marshmallow hits my tongue, I can’t help my moan.
Ever since coming back to work, I changed my drink order from a regular coffee to this flavor. It reminded me of Tatum and some sad part of me finds it comforting. And it helps that it tastes amazing. It doesn't help that it makes my dick hard.
The question is, how does Alaric know my drink order? Or was it a lucky guess?
I managed to get through my first class this week without popping a boner like some kind of teenage boy. I think the biggest reason was because after the run in with Alaric, I wentback to my car and thank god for tinted windows, because if anyone saw that I was jerking one off in the school parking lot, I’d have been arrested.
It was either that, or go back to school with a stiffie.
I also did my best not to look at the three sexy as fuck alphas sitting in the front row, looking at me like I was their next meal. It was damn near impossible, but I did it.
Jamie didn’t make it easy, trying to get my attention any way he could.
Thankfully, I don’t have any work left to catch up on, so I decide to take the night off and head home to shower and get ready.
Dad said he was already out for a business meeting and we made plans to meet up at the restaurant. It’s a steak house, one of the best within miles.
Parking my car, I head inside. The hostess smiles. “Hi! How can I help you? Do you have a reservation?”
