The club is nice. More on the fancy side. But it’s packed. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
Not wanting to go home after just getting here, I take a seat at the bar.
“What can I get you!” the bartender calls over the music.
“Rum and coke!” I call back.
He nods and gets me my drink.
The nice thing is, I don’t feel out of place. I was expecting young college students going wild, and while I do see some younger people, for the most part, this place gives me rich vibes. Business men and people of the elite. I even recognize a few faces from my dad’s party.
The bartender gives me my drink and I thank him, taking a sip. Turning in my seat, I observe the place for a little bit, bobbing my head slightly to the music. No one talks to me, no one bothers me. I just sit and watch, enjoying my drink.
Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all.
That is until I turn around to order another drink and spot him across the room. My breath catches in my lungs, body igniting at just the sight of him.
Alaric’s dark eyes lock on mine. He’s leaning back against a black leather couch, sitting alone in what looks like a VIP section.
Like some sort of trance, I can’t look away. With each passing second, I can feel that fire inside me grow. My body breaks out into a sweat, my cock thickens in my jeans. I press my glasses up my nose as the sweat causes them to slide down.
Alaric takes the drink in his hand and downs it before leaning forward and placing it on the table in front of him. Then he’s standing, eyes still locked on mine.
With a subtle nod of his head, he gestures to me to follow him.
Like someone possessed, I jump to my feet and practically scramble after him.
Maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea. With a few drinks in me, I might just be stupid enough to stop resisting my alphas.
Remind me again why I wanted to do that in the first place?
CHAPTER 13
ALARIC
The bait is set, and now my bratty, omega is chasing me. My lips twitch slightly in amusement, knowing Beckham needs control right now. However, the way he's been perfuming lately tells me he needs his alphas, and I’m perfectly willing to give him what he needs.
I may be the more dominant of our pack, but that status means many things. I keep my alphas in line while giving them what they need, and I’m concerned for Beckham. He’s unraveling from the stress of keeping things the way he wants, and the need for control is surprisingly an omega trait as well, especially during high anxiety moments.
It’s why omegas control their environments the way that they do, as well as their nests. I paid attention in my designational biology class, thank you very much. It honestly makes my heart hurt with the need to make him feel better, and I catch myself rubbing my chest as I determinedly walk away from him.
Chase me, Omega. Pretend to be the big bad wolf while I lead you right where I want you.
I can see the stress markers coming off him in waves, and watching him smoke his cancer stick like it was his lifeline made me livid. I’d much rather have him use me, which is why this place is perfect. Beckham has no idea what secrets Frenzy holds.
The very thought that he may have come here regularly makes my stomach sour, but I bury it. Even if he had been here with someone else, he’s older than me, and he is allowed to have a past. I don’t have to like it though.
Taking a cleansing breath, I walk around a corner, glancing back to see that Beckham is still following me. His hair is mussed as if he’s been raking his fingers through it, and his pupils are already blown wide with arousal.
And that's all for me. Sure, there are people around us engaging in different types of bondage, and it’s easy to get swept up in all the visual eye candy. There’s also a man on his knees for his female alpha, gazing up at her to make sure he’s still being her good boy, but Beckham wants to be where I am. His eyes never even stray as he hunts me through the club with dark walls, fuck nooks through out, and deep wells of secrets.
I give into his desire and mine, moving smoothly into a booth with a wall separating the two halves. The booth has smooth walls, a kneeling pad for my comfort, a bench for some reason, and a bar to hold onto in case I’m the one sticking my cock into the glory hole. Everything is sleek, clean, and perfect for an anonymous face fucking. There’s also a hole on the other side to get your asshole fucked, but that may need to wait for another day.
I’m willing to move as slowly as my omega needs me to. I’ll let him believe we’re crawling through fire for him, when the reality is that we’ll do anything to be around him.
Each booth is far enough from each other to give the illusion of privacy, which is what we need. Maybe if there’s no one around, Beckham will finally give into what he so badlywants. Closing the door behind me, I flick the lock so it’ll show it’s currently occupied, a clear sign that I’m waiting for him. Smirking, I drop to my knees, a willing slave for my omega to find me.
There’s always the worry that someone else could find me, but…
