“Or what?” he asks as I pull my fingers away.
“Ultimatums and promises are two different things, Professor Kennedy. I expect you to know this. There’s no punishment or qualifier to this. It simply is,” I say calmly. “I want you to use me instead of smoking. I promise, it’ll be better for whatever demons you’re struggling with.”
“Will there be more of this?” he asks, his eyes moving over my body before he meets my gaze.
“Only if you want,” I reply.
“I think…I do want,” Beckham says, his hand moving behind his back to unlock the door. “Thank you, Alaric.”
He steps out the open door and walks out of the club, while I follow him a few steps behind. I’m not chasing, I’m protecting. I think he may know this, because he has to be able to feel me behind him. Yet, his shoulders don’t rise to meet his ears, he doesn’t stiffen, and his body remains relaxed and languid as he leaves the club and gets into his car.
Mmhmm. That’s progress. I’ll take it.
CHAPTER 14
BECKHAM
As I round the corner, heading towards my classroom, Alaric steps in front of me, making me stumble to a stop.
“Fuck.” I grunt. “Why are you always doing that?”
Alaric chuckles, a smile playing on his incredibly tempting lips. “You act as if you don’t expect me.”
“So this is a thing now?” I huff, smoothing my suit down as I cast a glance around me.
“It is.” He nods, holding out a coffee. “Now, be a good omega and take this.”
Rolling my eyes, I take the coffee. “Happy?”
He smirks again. “Very. Have you been a good boy?” He lifts a brow.
I narrow my eyes. “And what do you mean by that?”
“Have you smoked since our last encounter?”
Encounter. He means how he stalked me to The Frenzy a few days ago, lured me into the back room where he sucked my cock like a goddamn porn star through a glory hole.
And the thing is, I fucking loved it. Haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. The amount of times I touched myself thinking about it is unhealthy.
He steps closer and my breathing hitches. “I asked you a question, Beckham.”
“No,” I grumble. “No, I haven’t smoked. Okay?”
“Good boy.” He reaches up and brushes his thumb against my lip.
My heart picks up and it takes everything inside me not to start perfuming like a damn whore house.
I step back, clearing my throat, my eyes quickly checking to see if anyone is watching.
Alaric’s handsome face morphs into a frown. “Would you relax? No one is watching. Everyone is in class.”
“Thank you for the coffee.” I straighten up. “But we’re at school, Mr. Gable.”
“Stop calling me by my last name like you’re not my damn omega.” He growls.
“At school, I’m nothing more than your professor. And if you want this to continue to work, you’re going to have to respect that.”
Alaric’s nostrils flare as he lets out a harsh breath. “I don’t like this. You’re mine, Beckham. I should be able to touch you whenever I want.”
